Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

Aslan had no intention of following King Arthur and her Round Table Knights back to the Camelot. He was merely an accidental intervener in this story, by no means its protagonist. After this, there was nothing left on the island that required his attention.

If he had to name something on this island he still cared about, it would probably be Morgan's current situation. After all, Morgan was, in a sense, his teacher, and they had traveled together for a long time. The last time he saw Morgan, her condition wasn't good; he hoped she was alright. In the original Arthurian legend, Morgan's whereabouts became unknown after Mordred joined the Round Table. Even if he wanted to find the sorceress, he wouldn't know where to start looking for clues. Besides, Aslan was well aware that the Morgan he knew was not the same one from the Fae Kingdom or the one summoned by Masters in the game. How should he view his teacher now?

This time, upon returning to Camelot, King Arthur should encounter Mordred standing in the crowd, looking up at her with admiration. What would follow were several years of glory.

After undergoing her final liberation, Melusine didn't completely revert to her original young girl appearance using the power of the Ring of Contract. She merely transformed her limbs, which were like armor and part of her very being, back to a normal human form. She concealed all her draconic features, including her massive wings and long, slender tail.

Overall, she looked like a grown-up version of her former self. A form-fitting white short-sleeved shirt revealed her midriff, and her hot pants showcased her flawless legs to Aslan. Compared to her previous reserved self, Melusine in this state seemed to be more proactively displaying her own charm...

Wait a minute! Isn't this just like how a dragon species courts a mate?

Melusine is a dragon! After completely liberating her draconic form, her behavior and way of thinking would be much closer to that of a dragon. This is definitely a mating ritual! There's no mistaking it!

Spring is here, and with it, the animals are...

Stop!

What should I do? Should I use the power of the contract to make my dragon revert to her original form?

As if sensing something, Melusine glanced at Aslan, then leaped onto his back, poking his cheek with her finger. "Aslan, you seem to be thinking something quite rude. Since I've already returned to this form, there's absolutely no reason to casually change back. You understand what I mean, right?"

Melusine buried her face in Aslan's back and nuzzled him. Since they were already on their way back, Aslan had, of course, put away his armor. Through the white clothes he wore, she touched the place where dragon scales had once appeared when his dragon blood was active. Melusine blushed.

Perhaps because the island's power and his dragon blood had once surged, the current Aslan possessed a unique draconic aura that he'd never had before. If the old Aslan was human, the current Aslan could be called a half-dragon, half-human. The bloodline of the White Dragon was of such a high rank that the draconic aura Aslan unconsciously emitted became increasingly noble. In the current world, Aslan was absolutely a top-tier candidate worthy of a dragon of Melusine's caliber.

Taking another deep breath, Melusine closed her eyes and a satisfied smile curled her lips. What am I to do? I like Aslan even more today than I did yesterday!

Melusine knew Aslan's thoughts well and had guessed that their journey would soon take them away from Great Britain. This island was her territory, but once they were on the continent, Melusine wasn't confident she could ward off every threat that might target Aslan. Therefore, before they left, she had to leave her own scent on him!

"Aslan! Let's mate!"

Aslan had just gotten home and put his things down when he heard Melusine say that from behind him. Before he could even react, Melusine had already pushed him down onto the bed. At the same time, her hidden dragon tail reappeared, gently coiling around Aslan's ankle.

The entire dragon sat on top of Aslan. With her superior speed, she quickly grabbed his wrists. Not only that, but she also buried her head in the crook of Aslan's neck. Then, with a swift retraction of her tail, she pulled Aslan's body straight.

"Didn't I tell you? After the last battle, I would claim my reward personally. And the only reward I want is you, Aslan~"

Melusine lightly licked Aslan's Adam's apple. At the same time, the tail coiled around his ankle tightened its grip, its tip gently caressing his toes. She released one of his hands and tore open his clothes. In the world of dragons, the weak must submit to the strong, right? In that case, she would have to take the initiative.

Melusine lifted her head, her eyes meeting Aslan's light blue ones. For once, Aslan's interest was also piqued by Melusine. Of course, the awakening of his dragon blood also brought with it some draconic traits, and this newly awakened blood was being constantly drawn out by the power Melusine possessed. This time, Melusine was the one completely in control.

Melusine looked down at Aslan pinned beneath her, watching as beads of sweat formed on his brow and a blush crept across his face while he breathed heavily. She licked her lips as if facing a delicious feast.

A draconic aura spread out from the room, forcing all the surrounding animals and fae to retreat for dozens of miles. Today, she was going to devour Aslan! She had declared it! Not even God could change it! So, all you troublesome people can just make your exit. No one is allowed to interfere!

When Merlin, coming to thank Aslan for Artoria's safe return to Camelot, arrived at the edge of the forest, he felt a dense draconic aura. It belonged to two dragons. A fond, paternal smile appeared on his face.

Because of Aslan's actions this time, Merlin had somewhat changed his previous guarded attitude towards him, adopting more of an elder's mindset. After all, Aslan and Artoria were of the same generation. He recalled the first time he met Aslan in the forest; he was just a little rascal back then. In the blink of an eye, so many years had passed.

"How nice... This is what it means to grow up."