Melusine, Become my Noble Phantasm!

Riding on the back of one's own dragon and soaring into the blue sky felt distinctly different from piloting the Supreme Masterpiece through that same sky. Flying the dragon was like having your own wings, conquering the heavens by sheer will and strength—a pride incomparable even to Melusine flying alongside him, though, strictly speaking, it was also his power that allowed the dragon to carry him.

The Supreme Masterpiece's materials—mostly from the Mecha-God and the White Dragon's bones—came from beyond the sea of stars. Thus, the machine was built to break through the atmosphere and withstand the harsh heat of space.

Aslan guided the Supreme Masterpiece higher and higher, until above the clouds and beneath the endless sea of stars, the horizon began to curve, shrinking into a gentle arc. A corner of Earth gleamed softly in his eyes.

In the distance where the sun met the Earth's edge, sunlight spread long rays that pierced the Supreme Masterpiece and stretched toward the far-off stars.

Magic enhanced the cockpit's interior, making it far more sci-fi and dreamlike than any Gundam's. Once activated, the entire cockpit became a glass dome—transparent, boundless, and perfectly blending pilot and environment without any sense of confinement.

With arms wide open, Aslan felt as if he floated in the vast ocean of stars. Melusine, seated behind him, gazed on with a rare wistfulness. Albion—the homeland she remembered—had such tranquil, majestic beauty. This blue planet was itself a miracle.

Aslan lifted his palms toward the distant stars and the sunlight reflected in them. A laugh escaped him. Surely, he was among the first humans to reach this height and see such breathtaking scenery firsthand. Now he understood why humans always yearn for the sea of stars.

For a moment, Aslan did not return his hands to the control panel. Instead, he let himself float, feeling weightless and relaxed. Having fulfilled his goals and dreams, he allowed himself to bask briefly under this glorious sea of stars, drifting in the boundless void.

Melusine rose in the weightless cockpit, her entire body floating effortlessly, white hair gently drifting behind her. Aslan had fulfilled a promise made long ago—perhaps forgotten by him, but held forever by Melusine.

Back then, Aslan was just a child, uncertain whether the contract ring binding them would ever be complete. Facing the little girl who could no longer transform and fly on her own, he had taken her hands, looked into her golden eyes, and vowed:

If Melusine could no longer spread her wings and soar, if she could only stay by his side, then Aslan would become her wings—and together they would see all the magnificent sights she once dreamed of.

Though the contract was eventually fulfilled, it no longer mattered whether the vow would be kept. Now, at last, Aslan truly took her into the sky. Seeing the scenery Albion once knew, Melusine could not help but be moved.

A proud and mighty dragon, Melusine believed she should be the one others relied on. Yet now, gazing at the infinite sea of stars, she felt something new—the feeling of being cradled, protected, and cherished by someone else.

At this moment, Melusine was no longer the great Albion at the pinnacle of her species. She was just a little girl named Melusine, feeling something she never had in her 4.6 billion years of existence.

"It's like... something beyond dreams..." Melusine's soft words floated to Aslan's ears.

He sat up, turned, and asked, "What did you just say?"

Melusine smiled, her long white hair flowing gracefully in the weightless air. She didn't even notice her relaxed smile, nor the faint tears shining in her eyes. The calm joy radiating from her made her even more captivating.

At that moment, Melusine was undeniably beautiful—just imagine which boy wouldn't be moved by a white-haired beauty adrift in the sea of stars?

Aslan pushed off his seat and floated toward her, gently wiping away the tears she didn't even realize she was shedding.

"Melusine, I give you permission to show your true self."

As her form stretched taller in the weightlessness, Aslan leaned forward and kissed her softly on the cheek.

What happened in the sea of stars afterward was theirs alone.

Still, spending so long above Earth revealed a flaw: the Supreme Masterpiece's oxygen generation system needed improvement. Aslan had only considered food and water, fashioning a portable machine from fragments of the Mechanical God of Agriculture to produce them daily.

Next on the list was a fairy-worded food warehouse combined with an oxygen generator—or perhaps a magician tasked with cycling carbon dioxide and oxygen throughout the cockpit.

Eventually, Aslan had to descend below the clouds, forced back by dwindling oxygen levels. Covering his face in mild embarrassment, he muttered, "I was planning to fight on Earth... Space was never really part of the plan. That kind of oversight is only natural."

Just as Aslan was wrapping up this minor fix and heading back to Britain, a sudden flash caught his eye. From the distant horizon, two beams of magic—one golden, one purple—blazed upward.

The Supreme Masterpiece's intelligence zoomed in: the golden light was unmistakably the Sword of Contract Victory. The purple beam was clearly Lucius's magic sword attack.

Slowing his flight, Aslan landed in a nearby forest. Since he had resolved to witness the Roman emperor's end—and even promised to sing "Good Days" at his grave—he decided to pay his respects here.

When Aslan reached the site where the beams clashed, he left the Supreme Masterpiece behind. Its massive frame would only draw attention, and since Lucius's body was reduced to ashes by the magic blast, this battlefield would serve as his grave.

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