Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

In Avalon, this eternal paradise, a tall tower stood amidst a sea of flowers. Atop the tower, a long-haired man in white mage robes wore a smile. At his feet, specks of flowers bloomed and then dissipated into nothingness. On his face, which could even be described as beautiful, there was currently a smile that was hard to put into words.

The magus held a staff in one hand and, in the other, a small beast that looked like a fox but also somewhat like a Pomeranian. He gently stroked the small beast's fur. The magus didn't notice the wary look in the eyes of the little creature in his arms.

"Fou~"

The magus patted the little beast's head, a completely unconvincing smile on his face. "Rest assured... after all, Aslan is a hedonist. He will absolutely not take the initiative to solve troublesome matters unless he has no other choice. In his words, it would be that he's already old, so saving the world should be left to the young people."

The magus spread his hands, shook his head gently, his face full of an expression that said: What I'm doing is for the good of the world and everyone, so you should all understand me, right?

"To deal with such an Aslan, I had no choice but to kick him out of here. Rest assured, this was only for a special situation. I swear, Cath Palug, I will absolutely not kick you out of this tower. As an elegant magus, I would naturally not perform such a vulgar act a second time."

The little white beast pouted. For some reason, in its small heart, there was a faint, inexplicable wariness. The magus before it seemed untrustworthy no matter how you looked at it.

As if sensing the mistrust from the little thing in his arms, the magus smiled and shook his head, as if he didn't care about anything. "Alright, alright, let's not talk about this for now. Aslan has successfully arrived in the human world. I wonder what will happen next. But speaking of which, when he comes back, I'll need to run off somewhere else to hide for a while."

While operating the control panel to turn on a program from the human world, the magus complained to himself about having offended so many fae and fairies and not knowing where to hide next. Although his words were panicked, there was not a trace of nervousness in his posture, as if even being hunted down was no big deal.

The little white beast glanced at the magus, and finally shook its head, turning around to return to its little nest. It was still a little worried, not knowing which day it would be sold out by this magus.

In the human world, Aslan was also comforting his own dragon. How should he put it? Merlin was truly ruthless. This time, Melusine couldn't even maintain her human form. He slung the package over his shoulder, let Melusine sit inside it, and then added a "notice-me-not" magic to the whole package. This way, no one should notice Melusine's existence.

"Chirp!"

Hearing Melusine's voice, Aslan helplessly rubbed her head. To think that even her voice had become like this...

How cute!

It was truly rare to see Melusine exhibit a new form. This was the only point on which Aslan felt Merlin had done an okay job. But only just okay.

He opened the package. All his weapons were there. At the same time, there was an extra document, an identity certificate that he didn't know where Merlin had gotten. The name was unchanged, but... Pendragon. That surname was really going to arouse others' curiosity. And his identity... so that's how it was. A student of the Clock Tower, Department of Archaeology, a researcher of Faerie Letters, and also a genius in the archaeology department, but because he liked to be alone, he wasn't well-known.

So that's how it was. He had arranged for him to be a member of the Clock Tower. A job well done... yeah right!

Wasn't this just roasting him over a fire? That old bastard couldn't have forgotten that what he used was an ancient magic foundation. A person like him was, to some extent, already very conspicuous. That was a magic foundation from 1500 years ago, and he had already learned all the Faerie Letters, even integrating them into his own life... Was that old geezer not afraid that when he was talking to someone, he might accidentally let slip a few world-shattering Faerie Letters? At that point, forget about investigating what problem had occurred; he himself might be hunted down and used. Although he wasn't afraid.

Of course, from another perspective, the more of a genius he appeared to be and the more the world of magi valued him, the more likely he was to come into contact with information that ordinary magi couldn't access. Of course, he could also choose not to use the identity Merlin gave him, but in that case, he might be treated as an unrecorded magus and a person without an identity.

"In any case, first I'll go to the city to check the specific date, then buy a set of modern clothes. I'll also need a 'Big Brother'."

Although he was old, he wasn't some old fossil who insisted on only using magic and rejecting technology. In this era, the power of technology might not be too apparent, but just wait another ten or twenty years. At that time, how much of magic couldn't be replaced by technology? Speaking of which, whether the development of technology was truly a renaissance of the arts was hard to say. Just think of those Machine Gods of Greece...

Aslan shook his head, clearing the thoughts from his mind. He really was getting a bit old, his thoughts tended to wander. He casually picked up his forging hammer, and on a nearby rock, he tapped out a few Faerie Letters. After creating an artificial familiar that could fly into the sky to scout his location, he quietly waited for its feedback.

To avoid attracting attention, this small drone-like gadget was specially made in the shape of a bird. Although his own dragon could also complete this task, her appearance, which looked particularly like a high-tech toy, really made him worry that when she was in the sky, she might be shot down by some bratty kid.

Before long, Aslan received the feedback from his familiar. He was currently in a mountain forest. That's right, probably within a nature reserve in Great Britain. The nearest town was still quite a long way off. But that wasn't a big problem. He had been in the Inner Sea of the Planet for so long, and he himself was no longer completely human. It was just a journey of a day or two without eating or drinking. As for running into someone when he walked out of the forest, if they saw his attire, he could completely solve it with suggestion magic.

Ah... speaking of which, it was already 1994. The Holy Grail War... should be soon, right?