Perhaps due to revisiting an old place, the dragon's blood in Aslan's body also began to boil for a rare moment. A faint golden hue appeared in the depths of his light-blue eyes. Aslan took a deep breath, gradually suppressing the excitement in his heart. The golden color in his eyes also slowly vanished without a trace.
Calm, be calm. He had to find out who was causing trouble first. If he exposed his identity now, there would be no fun to be had later.
Aslan adjusted his mindset, moving his gaze away from the city ruins before him and walking towards the side of the city. That was their meeting point for this trip. Aslan had paid attention to this city once before he left for the Inner Sea of the Planet. After all, Vortigern was the White Dragon King of Britain. The place where he died had naturally been expanded. Therefore, the ruins of this city were much larger than the ruin-like site from back then. Probably the positions of some of the sculptures had also been moved several times. He couldn't judge which part of the original city he was in based on this one sculpture fragment.
This was the place where a dragon had fallen, where dragon's blood, dragon bones, and dragon flesh were scattered. Perhaps not long after the Age of Gods had just ended, this place on the isle of Britain might have given birth to lesser dragons. But now, it was absolutely impossible. After all, it had been too long since the Age of Gods. However, with the development over such a long period of time, many unheard-of magics had naturally been born. If one were to use those unheard-of magics to try and recreate the shadow of a dragon on this land, it was not impossible.
Come to think of it, could it be that the people from the Clock Tower haven't discovered that this is the place where the White Dragon fell?
It wasn't impossible. According to the way the Round Table Knights thought, especially Agravain, the White Dragon had only just died. If someone were to use the White Dragon's remaining power to cause trouble, it would only add to their troubles. Therefore, it was possible that they had sealed off the information. This was very likely a Dragon City that had not been left a name in the historical records. In this way, while not disrespecting the White Dragon and giving him a high-standard funeral, it also prevented anyone in the distant future from borrowing the White Dragon's power to cause trouble.
The researchers here received Aslan and his group with great enthusiasm. After all, this was a situation they couldn't handle. Now that a magus who could handle these things had arrived, how could they possibly try to assert their dominance over Aslan and his group for no reason?
"We have preliminarily determined that the history of this city ruin is over 1000 years old, and it is related to dragon species. We can even guess that this ruin was built at the end of the Age of Gods. After all, only during that period were historical records not so detailed. In fact, on some of the fragments we've discovered so far, we have also found Faerie Letters. It's just that because we suspect that Faerie Letters were still passed down for a period of time after the end of the Age of Gods when the fae returned to their homeland, we cannot make a judgment on the specific time of this ruin. You also know that when it comes to magic, you can't use common sense to judge the age of a ruin."
The magi of today no longer had the ability to manipulate time. Even if they did, they were very few, and they were definitely people of outstanding talent. And their manipulation of time would absolutely not be as miraculous and powerful as in the myths. But if you were to look at the Age of Gods, or even just after the end of the Age of Gods, no one could guarantee whether there were powerful magi who specialized in time-related magic in that era. And the magical workshops of these magi would naturally have a certain impact on their surroundings. It wasn't impossible for it to affect an entire city. Therefore, for ruins like this, before a proper investigation was conducted, one would absolutely not jump to conclusions about the age of the ruins.
"You have all traveled for the better part of a day. It's already late. Why don't you all rest first? It won't be too late to investigate the ruins tomorrow morning. After all, if something happens at night, it won't be easy to handle."
Faced with the words of the magus who was waiting for and receiving them here, no one had any objection. Just as this magus had said, if something happened at night, it would be a loss for them as well. What's more, the specific reason for the situation had not yet been investigated. If someone was causing trouble behind the scenes, acting alone would only put oneself in danger.
Aslan nodded and walked into the tent that the reception staff had arranged for them. At the same time, he used his mana to sense the situation in the tent. After confirming that no one was monitoring them, he then pushed the package hanging at his waist. Melusine stuck her head out from it, and her little black head let out a sigh of relief.
"Chirp! Chirp chirp—!! (How much longer do I have to maintain this form? Where can I find a large source of mana to restore my human shape? This body is so inconvenient!)"
Putting aside how she could be intimate with her dear Aslan in this form, just this form alone made it impossible for her to move freely in daily life. Especially when Aslan went out, she could only stay in his package. What if some bratty kid opened the package? She would have to pretend to be a high-tech toy.
She, the Horizon Dragon! The partner of the legendary figure, Aslan! The supreme dragon species of Great Britain! Even in the Inner Sea of the Planet, she was a beauty respected by all! Now she had been reduced to such a state...
"Chirp! Chirp chirp! Chirp! (I'm not happy! Why does Aslan get to maintain his human form? Is this the benefit of having half-human blood? I don't care! Aslan has to turn into this form too! Waaah!)"
Faced with Melusine's complaints and whining, Aslan could only have a somewhat helpless smile on his face, speaking sweet words and taking out beef jerky from his pocket. But it was impossible to say that he didn't feel a bit of heartache. After all, Melusine hadn't been wronged like this in so many years.
The current Aslan was already thinking about whether he should go to the Far East with Kenneth to participate in the Holy Grail War. As for how to purify the Holy Grail, it could actually be achieved if handled properly. Irisviel should have such an ability. As for whether to sacrifice Irisviel in exchange for the purification of the Holy Grail, and whether Irisviel had a chance to survive, all of this required Aslan to see the Holy Grail before he could make a final conclusion.
In terms of the amount of magical energy stored in the Holy Grail, just taking a small part of it would be enough for Melusine to maintain her human form. As for whether he was the final owner of the Holy Grail, that didn't matter at all.