What a joke! If this matter was truly related to his cheap old dad, and if these people were to follow him, and if his cheap old dad's remnant accidentally said something that ordinary people shouldn't know, then he would be done for. Was he supposed to give those who heard the secret a "physical amnesia" treatment? With his strength, physical amnesia was equivalent to sending everyone present to be reincarnated!
Aslan lightly leaped over the large blocks of the ruins. In the darkness, under the illumination of his light, the broken stone carvings and dragon-shaped sculptures brought a strange sense of pressure. If this were placed in a game scene, it would definitely become a rather classic scene with a sense of pressure and horror, especially when lightning flashed and a dragon's cry rang out.
Melusine poked her head out of the package, looking at the dragon shadow in the sky above, and frowned slightly. How should she put it? She didn't feel any aura related to a dragon. It seemed that it really was just a reenactment of a scene. Of course, it was also possible that the now-not-belonging-to-the-White-Dragon aura was so faint that Melusine could no longer sense it.
Aslan, however, had a faint premonition. His own White Dragon's blood was silently boiling. This already explained many problems. At the very least, someone here had truly extracted the power related to the White Dragon from these ruins. He just didn't know how it was extracted, or how they planned to use this power.
To be honest, if his old dad were to be resurrected... no, his cheap old dad could not possibly be resurrected. After all, the dragon's soul had already been placed by him into his Supreme Masterpiece. Even if his cheap old dad were resurrected, what would be resurrected would only be a body without its former consciousness. To be more precise, a puppet. He had no interest in playing house with a puppet. What's more, that was his old father's body. If it were to be possessed by someone, wouldn't that mean he would have a new cheap father after 1500 years? That would be terrifying enough.
Even if a new Vortigern were to be born on this island, it would absolutely not be the White Dragon of the past, but a completely new consciousness born with the purpose of destroying this island. And the one most likely to appear in this form was probably a certain Fairy King.
Hiss... Come to think of it, if it were that Fairy King who appeared, Aslan might just put on a performance of what's called a "filial piety reversal." A big liar, tsundere, says one thing and means another, is good-looking, and very irritable. Thinking about it, if such a person were to be conquered, wouldn't there be a great sense of accomplishment? Watching this Fairy King cry while cursing, a blush on their face—wouldn't you be excited?
Melusine, staying in the package, suddenly felt a sense of alertness in her heart. A slightly cold light flashed in her golden eyes. There was no mistake; this feeling was the intuition she would only have when there was a high probability of a man appearing who would compete with her for Aslan!
Of course, Aslan was just saying. What, was Melusine's body not soft enough? The Fairy King was just for fun. Huh? Was some strange inner voice mixed in?
Throwing all distracting thoughts to the back of his mind, Aslan quickened his pace, shuttling through the ruins. With the lightning flashing in the sky again and again, the black dragon's shadow appeared time after time, letting out one dragon's roar after another. The very center of the ruins seemed to be gradually starting to change. The stone blocks of the ruins, as if pulled by some force, began to quickly move towards the surroundings, leaving the central space of the ruins to form a clearing. In the very center of that clearing, it seemed some existence had spread its arms open. Looking closely, it seemed to be an old man, holding a magic wand that looked like a dragon's claw.
Aslan stopped his steps, narrowed his eyes, and watched the existence in the clearing from afar. The old magus seemed to be very happy with the current scene, constantly running and jumping like a little monkey, while at the same time waving the staff in his hand. In the very center of that dragon-claw-like staff, something seemed to be rapidly condensing.
Every clap of thunder would make the existence within the staff a bit more solid. Looking closely, it seemed to be the shape of a curled-up white dragon, and it even gave off a bit of a black light. That's right, the remnant power of this island seemed to be slowly gathering.
"Success! I succeeded!! I, this old man, have worked so hard for so many years, and I finally succeeded! It wasn't in vain that I worked so hard to find the White Dragon's royal city back then! It wasn't in vain that I worked so hard for so many years to set this up, all just to extract a bit of the White Dragon's power! Look! This is the power of the White Dragon! Even after a thousand years, it still leaves such a magnificent mark!"
After the old magus was tired from running, he knelt directly on the ground, covering his face with his hands and letting out sobs. It was too hard. The path he had walked was really too hard! No one believed he could find the White Dragon's royal city! No one would believe he could re-refine the power belonging to the White Dragon! Even because the records were not so detailed, many of his untalented descendants who would never learn magic actually believed the incredibly absurd statement that "King Arthur was fictional."
Now, his success had shattered all the rumors! His success was enough to tell those bastards who didn't believe him that he was the one who was right!
"You all misjudged me! It's your loss for not persevering!"
Aslan looked at the crazed old magus and frowned slightly. This old magus, no matter how you looked at it, seemed to be a rogue who hadn't joined any proper organization. Probably some family magus who believed in his family's strength. Magi like this generally had their own unique inheritance. Of course, among these inheritances, there might be things that couldn't see the light of day.
Good grief. So it's this old coot who's causing trouble on my cheap old dad's grave?
Aslan directly began to draw Faerie Letters in mid-air with his magical energy. The Faerie Letters turned into a stream of water and burst outwards. A large amount of water, like vines and also like chains, directly wrapped around the old magus, preparing to bind him directly and let this old magus experience a different kind of feeling he had never experienced in his long life. Perhaps it would even open a new door for this magus. Thinking of this, Aslan was already preparing the Faerie Letter for [Electric Shock]. A crazy old guy like this should be treated with the method proposed by a certain professor, to let him calm down a bit. At the same time, it would make him lose the ability to resist, so that he could be safely contained and imprisoned.