Gaining a Sister-in-Law Out of the Blue!

In the era when Albion was born, the world was still in chaos, not to mention humans, even gods had not yet been born.

At that time, dragons were the only rulers of the world, such as Tiamat, the Goddess of Beginning from Mesopotamian mythology, who was born around the same time as Albion.

However, unlike other dragons, information about Albion had always been extremely scarce, to the point that even the gods didn't know where it was. Only a very few lucky ones could occasionally catch a glimpse of this oldest dragon leaping through the clouds.

It was precisely because Albion never meddled in worldly affairs that it could live until the end of the Age of Gods, becoming the last dragon to exist in the world.

Having recalled the information about Albion, Arkhan turned his gaze at the black dragon opposite him.

According to her, she was actually a remnant of Albion before its death, and she had been growing like this until now.

Arkhan had never seen the appearance of Albion—or rather, hardly anyone in the world had seen the true appearance of this oldest dragon.

However, when he saw the obscure and ancient mystical symbols on her body, he already believed most of it. Apart from Albion, no one could leave behind this knowledge that had long disappeared in the river of history.

"Alright, I believe your identity..." Arkhan paused, then added. "But what proof do you have of Nidhogg's relationship with Albion?"

In fact, whether this black dragon was a remnant of Albion was not important. What was really important was whether, as she claimed, Nidhogg's prototype was indeed Albion.

This was crucial to whether they would continue fighting or reconcile.

Dragons placed great importance on their kin, especially among dragons belonging to the same origin; their relationship was even closer than typical family members in human society.

"Eh? Why did that huge dragon stop... and Mr. Arkhan too..."

Watching as both sides suddenly fell silent in the sky, Mash's eyes couldn't help but show a hint of confusion.

The exchange between Arkhan and Melusine occurred telepathically, so naturally, Mash couldn't hear it.

From her perspective, everything seemed extremely strange.

Just a moment ago, they were both fighting each other to death like there was no tomorrow, but now, both sides stopped at the same time, gazing silently at each other.

"Mash!"

A familiar voice suddenly came from nearby, making Mash instinctively turn her head and see a bright red figure approaching.

Her eyes quickly widened with surprise.

"Your Majesty? What brings you here?"

"For you, of course!" Nero responded as she hurried over to Mash.

Having rushed over more than thirty kilometers, Nero's face showed no signs of fatigue at all, only urgency.

"But... where's Fujimaru Ritsuka?" Nero asked confusedly, looking left and right.

"She is inside..." Mash gestured toward the imposing white wall behind her. "Along with other soldiers and refugees. I placed them all inside my Noble Phantasm to protect them."

"Hmm? You're saying this is your Noble Phantasm?" Nero's eyes widened with some surprise.

She had been puzzled about where this magnificent white city came from, but she hadn't expected it to be Mash's Noble Phantasm.

"Mm, I only just realized it myself..." Mash said somewhat sheepishly.

"Umu, never mind, that's not important!" Nero shook her head and pointed at the two black dragons and a man in the sky. "What's the situation now?"

Eventually, Mash recounted everything that had happened to the hurriedly arrived Nero.

At the same time, Melusine also responded to Arkhan's question.

"Give me a drop of Nidhogg's blood, it must be absolutely pure."

Hearing her demand, Arkhan hesitated for a moment but decided to do as she said. He dispersed the dragon scales from his arm, put his finger in his mouth, and gently bit it, causing a small wound, from which a drop of ink-black fresh blood flowed out.

Arkhan's breath weakened slightly, his face subtly becoming paler.

Although the Nidhogg he summoned had blood and flesh, fundamentally, it was a magical energy creation. In terms of blood purity, it wasn't as pure as his own body.

He flicked this drop of pure Nidhogg's blood toward Melusine.

At the same time, Melusine slashed her own dragon claw, controlling the equally black blood to fly forward.

The two drops of blood swiftly met in the air, seamlessly merging together without obstruction, transforming into the shape of a small dragon about the size of a finger, and then emitting a clear, resonant, yet ancient and distant dragon cry.

"Only blood of the same origin can complete the dragon blood resonance."

Melusine's voice echoed in Arkhan's mind.

"Now, you should believe what I said?"

Arkhan looked at the slowly dissipating small dragon, his expression gradually becoming complex.

No one had expected that what started as a tense and intense life-and-death battle would end in such a bizarre manner.

He couldn't help but feel helpless as he found himself inexplicably gaining a sister-in-law out of the blue!

Moreover, to add to this absurdity, it happened without Nidhogg herself even being aware of the situation. He couldn't help but wonder what expression she would have upon learning about this.

In any case, despite the dramatic turn of events, once their identities were revealed, neither Arkhan nor Melusine could possibly continue fighting.

With a casual wave of his hand, the two Cleavers of Shamash in Arkhan's hands and the Oath of Judah on his back simultaneously dissipated into streaks of light, while the massive Dragon of Despair, Nidhogg, gradually dissipated into nothingness.

Melusine, in her Dragon of Albion's form, emitted a faint black light, her elegant and noble figure gradually contracting within the brilliance, finally returning to the appearance of the petite girl it had been before.

She timidly glanced at Arkhan not far away, her delicate little face showing a hint of longing and hesitation as if wanting to approach but not daring to.

Though Melusine wasn't fond of socializing, it didn't mean she was clueless about human thoughts and feelings. Only moments ago, she had been planning to die alongside Arkhan, but now, as she reflected on her recent actions, she couldn't simply pretend nothing had happened.

Seeing the girl hesitating, Arkhan sighed lightly and beckoned with his hand.

"Come here..."

Melusine was momentarily stunned, and immediately, a hint of surprise lit up her golden eyes. Her small face immediately blossomed into a radiant smile like a sunflower, and with a slight flicker, her petite figure instantly appeared in front of Arkhan.

Compared to Arkhan's height, Melusine did indeed seem too small, as even on tiptoes, she barely reached his chest.

Arkhan couldn't help but feel a bit moved.

Who would believe that such a sweet and adorable little girl was actually a powerful dragon that had existed since ancient times?

Experience had taught him not to judge someone's true age solely by their appearance.

It wasn't reliable at all.