The Recorder of Type-Moon History

After Siegfried finished speaking, Slude turned her gaze toward Kevin, her crimson eyes filled with a flicker of hope. She was silently praying that Kevin might reconsider.

"Don't worry," Kevin said as he glanced at her, his tone reassuring yet resolute. "Once I get the ring, I'll transform into a goshawk and fly directly to the Rhine River to return it to the Rhine Fairy as quickly as possible."

Hearing this, Slude sighed softly. Though she did not want him to take such risks, she also knew that Kevin's decisions were seldom swayed by others. If this was what he had decided, she could only trust in his resolve.

With no further discussion, the three companions set out toward the lair of the evil dragon. On their way, both Kevin and Slude used runes to conceal their presence.

However, despite their precautions, they were unable to completely suppress their auras as they approached the lair. Once they entered the dragon's territory, the massive black dragon, Fafnir, appeared before them.

Its wings spread wide, its scales glinting darkly in the faint light, and its scarlet eyes burned with a malevolent glow.

As soon as Fafnir noticed their presence, it unleashed an ear-splitting roar and spewed a torrent of black flames toward them.

Slude reacted instantly, raising her round shield. With a swift motion, she activated its magic, expanding it into a protective barrier that shielded all three of them from the flames.

The black fire spread around them, scorching the earth and releasing a pungent, acrid smell into the air.

Realizing that its initial attack had failed to eliminate these tiny intruders, Fafnir roared in fury and dove toward them, claws outstretched to shred them apart.

Before the dragon could reach them, Kevin darted out from behind the protective shield, runes glowing faintly in his hands. Without hesitation, he hurled his magic spear.

The weapon transformed into a streak of red lightning, piercing through the air at an incredible speed. It shot toward the dragon, bypassing its thick scales to strike at its most vulnerable point—its eye.

Fafnir tried to evade the attack, but the magic spear was too fast. It plunged into the dragon's left eye, eliciting a deafening scream of agony.

The dragon's roar reverberated across the mountain range, shaking the earth and sending birds and beasts fleeing in terror. The air seemed to shudder under the weight of Fafnir's pain and rage.

Blinded in one eye and overwhelmed with fury, the dragon unleashed another torrent of black fire. This time, its fiery breath was aimed directly at Kevin, who had injured it.

Kevin, unfazed, drew his magic sword, Flagrak, and took a deep breath. His black eyes shimmered as they turned light gold, his focus intensifying.

"The fourth sword," he murmured.

With a quick motion, Kevin carved a rune in the air. As the rune lit up, his body became engulfed in radiant, golden energy that surged outward like a fiery explosion.

Using the power of the rune, Kevin's movements became a blur. He left a faint golden afterimage in his wake as he charged toward the oncoming flames.

The black fire, which had scorched everything in its path, seemed to lose its potency against Kevin. The flames failed to reach him, repelled by the golden aura that surrounded his body.

As Kevin dashed forward, Slude emerged from behind the shield, her spear and shield gleaming with the magic of the Valkyrie's blessing.

"Don't copy him," she said under her breath, casting a sideways glance at Siegfried before taking off into the fray.

Siegfried, slightly stunned by Kevin's audacity and Slude's sudden charge, snapped out of his thoughts and quickly followed.

Fafnir's rage grew more intense as Kevin approached, his golden aura like a beacon of defiance. The dragon flapped its wings furiously, creating a whirlwind that tore through the surrounding forest.

In a desperate move, the dragon opened its jaws wide, ready to swallow Kevin whole.

Kevin smirked. "A beast is still a beast," he muttered under his breath.

He raised Flagrak, and a massive, golden blade of energy formed along its edge. With a single, decisive swing, Kevin brought the blade crashing down toward Fafnir.

The dragon raised its claws in defense, shattering the golden blade just before it could reach its body.

But Kevin had anticipated this. As Fafnir broke the blade of energy, Kevin leaped forward and landed on the dragon's massive head.

Before the creature could react, Kevin drove Flagrak into the top of its skull with all his strength.

The dragon howled in pain, thrashing its head wildly to dislodge Kevin.

"Too shallow," Kevin muttered as he felt the blade fail to reach the dragon's brain.

He jumped off the dragon's head and landed on its back. Sprinting toward its left wing, Kevin used Flagrak to slice through the wing's joint, severing most of it in one fluid motion.

Black blood poured from the wound, hissing and steaming as it splattered onto the ground. The dragon's cries of agony shook the very earth.

Fafnir, now unable to fly, crashed to the ground with a thunderous impact, creating a massive crater.

Kevin managed to hold on to the dragon's back, avoiding being thrown off. He steadied himself and prepared to finish severing the wing.

But before he could act, Fafnir, consumed by fury, turned its head toward its injured wing and unleashed a torrent of black flames directly onto it.

"What the—?!" Kevin's eyes widened in shock. The dragon was burning its own wing to prevent further damage.

As the flames spread, Kevin was forced to retreat, narrowly escaping the inferno.

While Kevin distracted Fafnir, Siegfried and Slude worked to weaken the dragon further.

Siegfried swung his greatsword at the dragon's tough scales, but even with Slude's blessings, his strikes barely left a scratch. Sparks flew from the blade with each hit, but no significant damage was done.

Slude, meanwhile, used her spear to attack the dragon's blind spot. Her strikes managed to pierce its scales, but the injuries were superficial and did little to hinder the enraged beast.

As Slude flew higher to avoid the dragon's flames, she called out to Siegfried, "Look for its weakest point! There has to be a way to bring it down!"

Siegfried hesitated, unsure of where to look.

Just then, a gentle yet commanding voice echoed in his ears.

"There is a white scale on Fafnir's body," the voice said. "Find it, and you will be able to pierce it. Beneath that scale lies its heart."

The voice belonged to Freya, the goddess of beauty and magic. Using her powers, she guided Siegfried to the dragon's weak spot.

Following her instructions, Siegfried's eyes widened as he spotted the white scale on Fafnir's chest.

Without hesitation, he charged forward, dodging the dragon's thrashing limbs and flaming breath.

At the same time, Kevin and Slude were barely holding on. The dragon, now desperate and feral, unleashed a final surge of magic power, enveloping itself in a blazing aura.

"Kevin, this isn't good!" Slude shouted as she raised her shield, bracing against the waves of heat radiating from the dragon.

"No kidding!" Kevin retorted, his voice strained.

As the dragon prepared to self-destruct, Siegfried reached its chest. With a mighty roar, he plunged his sword into the white scale, piercing the dragon's heart.

Fafnir let out a final, earsplitting roar, its body convulsing violently.

The dragon thrashed for several moments, its movements growing weaker and weaker, until it finally collapsed. Its massive body fell limp, and the light in its scarlet eyes faded.

The mountain range, once engulfed in chaos, fell eerily silent.

Kevin and Slude descended from the sky, landing near Siegfried, who stood panting beside the dragon's corpse.

"Nice work," Kevin said, offering a grin.

Siegfried gave a faint smile in return, though his exhaustion was evident.

Slude approached the dragon's body and spotted the golden ring still clutched in its claws.

Kevin stepped forward, his expression resolute. "Now, for the ring."

As he reached for the cursed artifact, Slude placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you ready?" she asked softly.

Kevin nodded. "This is the only way to end it."

He took the golden ring, the weight of its curse settling heavily in his hand.

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