On the other side, Aslan arrived at the residence Merlin had arranged for him in the human world. Honestly, he was curious how Merlin managed all this in the Clock Tower. Opening the door, Aslan found a modest apartment—not too big, even a little old. After all, it was basically a purchase under an alias; what kind of fancy place could he expect?
But it was enough. Aslan never cared much about luxury. Thanks to fairy writing, as long as life was convenient, that was all that mattered. Besides, this was just a temporary stop.
He could sell some jewelry and buy a bigger, flashier house if he wanted, but that would only draw more attention.
Though the apartment was old, there was no mold, and while the wiring looked a bit messy, all the appliances were brand new with no signs of wear. The walls seemed freshly painted, and the floors were free of rat holes. Of course, even with magical detection, no hidden loopholes could be found.
Overall, the place was pretty good.
Aslan nodded approvingly. Considering what that damn Merlin usually cared about only the beginning of things and not the end, this was already quite impressive. He could even praise the guy for once.
He placed his tiny dragon on the table, roughly the size of a common pet, and gently tapped its head. Then he ordered a pizza, a can of coke and a steak, which he planned to cut into tenderloin-sized pieces to feed his little dragon.
Just as Aslan played with Melusine while waiting for the delivery, the black-haired girl who had been searching the city for him stopped nearby.
Watching through the window as Aslan teased the dragon, she grew more convinced that he was far from ordinary—almost terrifying. No matter how cute or high-tech that little dragon was, as a fairy, she could feel the blazing sun-like power hidden in its small body.
With a flick of her hands, two Chinese swords appeared, flames igniting along their blades. She leapt down from the rooftop and charged toward Aslan's apartment, sword aimed straight at him.
Magic! Explosion!
Such powerful magic couldn't escape Aslan's notice. He looked up instantly, raising his shield to the window. The glass shattered, shards raining down. At the same time, the pair of flaming swords slammed into his shield.
"Tsk!" The girl pouted, clearly displeased, then spun barefoot on the ground and threw her swords. They flew around the shield to Aslan's back. Moving like a dancer, she twirled her hands and pulled the swords back swiftly.
Aslan didn't panic. Knowing her so well, this was all expected. He poured magic into his shield, which rapidly morphed, almost like Iron Man's briefcase transforming into armor. The shield became a close-fitting armor.
The flaming swords clashed against the armor, sparks flying. Then they returned to the girl's hands.
The armor transformed back into a shield. Aslan eyed the scratches and raised an eyebrow. Tossing the shield aside, he drew the Sword of Glorious Victory from his magic costume and stood ready, facing the girl.
Their clash had utterly destroyed the living room's furniture. The once warm and cozy apartment had turned into ruins in need of serious cleanup and repair.
No one cared.
Flames roared beneath the girl's feet, burning debris. Magic surged beneath Aslan, pushing rubble away. Then, with a mighty burst, his golden holy sword and her twin Chinese swords collided once more.
Aslan observed her closely, noting how her black eyes darkened further, reddening with intensity.
"You can't beat me like this. How about I order some extra-rare takeout? We can fight after you've refueled," Aslan teased.
The girl's expression hardened. He knew she was a blood drinker! Though she hadn't fed in thousands of years, even as a fairy, drinking blood felt a little wicked.
Meanwhile, Aslan told Melusine to find the number for a Chinese restaurant in London, still smiling calmly.
Melusine rolled her eyes, her doll-like body springing from the center of the battlefield. She pulled out a travel brochure, no longer worrying about women. Over time, she'd grown more certain—only men were her true rivals, competing for Aslan's attention. That immature girl here? Please. Aslan just indulged his peculiar tastes. How could a little girl match mature Melusine's charm?
Ha! Just a few thousand years old, and she's still a kid. Melusine dismissed her completely.
Watching the girl's eyes grow redder, Aslan's evil grin widened.
"Why do you want to kill me so badly? You'll have to hit harder than that! Come on! Harder!"
Outside Aslan's apartment, the pizza delivery guy stood awkwardly at the door, clutching the food and drink. Confused by the noises echoing from inside, he hesitated—should he knock? He didn't want to ruin the homeowner's mood.
Finally, swallowing hard, the delivery man pressed the doorbell, closing his eyes to avoid seeing anything he wasn't supposed to.
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