Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

On the other side, Aslan arrived at the residence in the human world that Merlin had arranged for him. To be honest, Aslan was quite curious as to how Merlin had managed to arrange all this from within his tower. He opened the door. It was an apartment that wasn't too large, and even a bit old. That made sense. After all, it could be considered a purchase made without an identity. Under such circumstances, what kind of good house could one buy?

But this was enough. Aslan never cared whether his living environment was luxurious or ordinary. After all, with the help of Faerie Letters, as long as life was sufficiently convenient, nothing was a problem. And this place was just a temporary foothold. If he wanted, he could sell a few jewels and have enough to buy a larger, more luxurious house, but that would also make it easier to attract the attention of others.

Although the house was old, there was not the slightest sign of mold. The wiring and such were a bit messy, but it was clear that all the products used were new; there wouldn't be any issues with things like aging appliances. The walls also seemed to have been freshly painted. There were no traces of mouse holes on the floor, and of course, a magical scan revealed no specially hidden flaws. From the overall look of the house, it was already quite good.

Aslan nodded, looking at the house. Considering that bastard Merlin's past actions, this was already quite impressive. After all, that guy had always been one to only handle the beginning and not the end. To have managed to arrange a decent house for him this time, he could already be praised.

Placing his dragon on the table and looking at her pet-like size, Aslan couldn't help but gently poke the little dragon's head. He then ordered a pizza and a can of Happy Otaku Water, and also a steak, which he planned to cut into strips to feed his dragon.

Just as Aslan was teasing Melusine while waiting for the restaurant delivery, the black-haired girl who had been constantly moving through the city in search of him stopped in her tracks.

Through the window, watching Aslan tease the dragon, the black-haired girl became even more certain that Aslan was absolutely no ordinary existence. One could even say he was terrifying. No matter how cute or tech-filled the dragon's transformation was, as a fae, she could still feel the sun-like power within that tiny body.

With a flip of her hands, two Chinese-style swords appeared. At the same time, the blades began to burn with raging fire. The black-haired girl leaped directly down from the tall building, charging straight for the house where Aslan lived. The sharp swords in her hands were aimed at his location.

Mana! Burst!

Such a powerful burst of magic naturally couldn't escape Aslan's senses. So, Aslan looked up at the first moment, then took out a shield and aimed it at the window. The next moment, the window shattered, and a large number of glass shards stabbed into the ground. At the same time, a pair of flaming treasured swords clashed directly with the shield.

Tch!

The black-haired girl pursed her lips in annoyance. She then quickly turned, her bare feet spinning on the ground. The two swords were thrown out, flew around the outer edge of the shield to get behind Aslan, and then, with the girl's dance-like posture and her hands turning like flowers, the thrown swords were quickly pulled back.

Aslan was not flustered in the slightest. It could be said that because he was familiar with the girl before him, all of this was within his expectations. He directly infused magical energy into the shield in his hand. The entire shield began to rapidly change, looking like Iron Man's suitcase transforming. The single shield thus became a suit of form-fitting armor.

The flaming twin swords and the armor clashed. Sparks flew from the friction, and then they returned to the black-haired girl's hands.

The armor on Aslan's body reverted back into a shield. Looking at the scratches on the shield, Aslan raised an eyebrow, directly tossed the shield aside, and finally pulled out the Sword of Glorious Victory from his Mystic Code. He stood up straight again and looked at the girl before him.

The clash between the two of them just now had already completely destroyed the furniture in the living room. The originally somewhat warm and cozy house had directly turned into a "ruin" awaiting cleaning and re-decorating.

But neither of them cared about the state of the room right now. The flames burning at the girl's feet burned the debris under them to a crisp. Aslan's feet, meanwhile, erupted with magical energy, pushing the debris further away. Then, in the next moment, both sides burst forth at the same time. The golden holy sword and the two Chinese-style treasured swords clashed.

Aslan easily parried the girl's attack. This made the black-haired girl's originally black eyes turn even redder.

"You can't beat me like this. How about I order some Maoxuewang takeout? We can fight again after you've replenished your strength?"

Hearing Aslan's teasing words, the expression on the girl's face became even more grave. This guy knew she drank blood! Although she hadn't drunk blood in thousands of years. After all, as a fae, drinking blood and all that still seemed a bit evil!

As Aslan spoke, he had Melusine start looking up the phone numbers for Chinese restaurants in London. At the same time, he still had a relaxed smile on his face. Melusine rolled her eyes, manipulated her current doll-like body to jump out of the center of the battlefield, and then took out a tourist handbook. She was no longer worried about women. With the passage of time, Melusine had become more and more firm in her belief that only men were her biggest rivals for Aslan. As for this immature little girl before them, Aslan was just trying to satisfy his own mischievous hobby. That was all. How could a little girl be as charming as her mature self?

Hmph, a mere thousand-year-old little girl. She, Melusine, had long since stopped paying her any mind.

Aslan looked at the girl's increasingly crimson eyes. Due to his mischievous nature, the smile on his lips became even more joyful.

"What, you want to kill me that badly? You'll have to try harder. Come on, put your back into it! Harder!"

"Mmph... Nngh!! You bastard!!"

Outside Aslan's room, the delivery boy, holding a pizza and a Happy Otaku Water, stood at the door with a bewildered expression. Listening to the sounds coming from inside the room, for a moment, the delivery boy didn't know if he should knock or not. He probably wouldn't be interrupting the homeowner's good time, right?

The delivery boy swallowed. In the end, he still chose to ring the doorbell. At the same time, he closed his eyes tightly to prevent himself from seeing anything he shouldn't.

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TLNote: 肥宅快樂水 (Happy Otaku Water or Féi Zhái Kuài Lè Shuǐ).

Also known as Coca-Cola.