046: Novia, I Really Want to Eat
"..."
Albion lay bored on the ground. In this place without morning or evening, without sun or moon, only faint auroras illuminated the sky.
Ever since her soul was slightly damaged from helping the weak human last time, 147 days and 20 hours had passed by human reckoning. Now, she couldn't speak.
This meant she couldn't use the 'Spear' to converse with that human. The mightiest dragon could only watch what he was doing through the 'Spear'.
During this period of muteness, the mightiest dragon felt she spent most of her time watching this weak human leaning back on a sun-drenched chair, pondering something, or reading incomprehensible books as the golden wind blew and leaves fell.
While this was an alternative form of amusement and tolerable, whenever the dragon closed her eyes, she felt that if she slept, she might not see this human again upon waking. After all, a dragon's body was very slow to the passage of time, and humans were too weak, dying quickly. It was like that even before Phantasmals disappeared.
Therefore, the dragon kept her eyes open and watched. However, whenever she saw the weak human's disciple visiting him, she felt very uncomfortable, as if her own possession was being stealthily snatched away. Naturally, she was utterly puzzled as to why she felt this way. After thinking for a while, she understood—
At that final moment, this human said 'you' to the mightiest me, not the respectful 'you' he had always used before!
Was this... being disliked?
Being looked down upon by a weak human? Hmph, it doesn't matter. There are plenty of weak humans; this one isn't special. I don't need the affection of the weak either...
But at the same time, Albion was confident that if she were truly disliked and looked down upon, she would definitely cry.
Two different emotions pulled within the dragon. To confirm that ineffable feeling, she kept her eyes open solely for this reason.
Finally, the mightiest dragon understood. Her feelings were very simple—
She must teach a severe lesson to this shameless human who had previously shown such reverence but actually kicked her aside after using her.
What unique radiance, what sole light, what most noble stellar brilliance... all lies!
After teaching him a severe lesson, if this human could repent, then she might, just barely, bestow a sliver of the mightiest dragon's mercy. That was her sentiment.
But currently, she couldn't speak and couldn't leave. What to do then?
The mightiest and wisest dragon thought of a brilliant plan: turn herself into a human form. She remembered that before Phantasmals disappeared, those gods loved doing this the most, always mingling with weak humans. Previously, Albion had disdained this.
And now, it was only because of special circumstances, just this once, the dragon thought.
Swiftly, the dragon molded her soul into a human shape. After all, it was just an avatar; she could change back if she wanted. It's just that once shaped, it became fixed. No big problem. She didn't think she would ever take the form of a weak human again except this time.
Afterwards, Albion attempted to touch the space where she could see what the weak human was doing. As expected, it was effective. With some effort coordinating with the 'Spear,' she could emerge in this form.
As for height, weight, etc., having no immediate ideas, she thought since it had been 147 days and 20 hours, she'd just shape it based on that. As for appearance... the dragon looked up at the faint auroras illuminating the sky here.
She remembered that human saying she was his unique radiance, his most noble stellar brilliance, his sole light...
Well then, the light that shines in the extreme realm within the world sheltering Phantasmal Species, alone sustaining the surface and reverse sides of the world, would also suit the identity of the mightiest dragon.
With everything settled, the Dragon of Albion began her final action. This time, shimmering magic power like tidal waters surrounded her.
Revolving herself like a carousel, a human figure emerged from the tidal waters, quickly growing into human form.
Amidst the sea of magic power, the form of the 'Spear' appeared. The dragon, now human, grasped it firmly.
"Novia, human, the mightiest dragon you contracted with is me, Albion!"
This human was ordinary, with almost no aspects superior to others. As for his shortcomings, they were too many to count on both hands.
That's why the dragon was confident. This human must surely be aware that encountering her was incredibly lucky. Upon her appearance, his reverent heart for her would naturally be restored.
Because she was the mightiest, and absolute submission to the strong is what the weak must do!
.......
Since resolving the matters of Judaism, Novia had many things to attend to. Not only did he routinely handle some governmental affairs for Emperor Claudius, but he also had to properly manage matters within the widely spreading Christianity. Although its spread was rapid due to miracles, that was precisely why problems were troublesome. After all, the doctrines still needed to be thoroughly ingrained in people's hearts.
To this end, Novia had already invited the eleven apostles of Jesus and people like Paul and Martha to Rome for discussions. He also had Cauberg invite the current leader of the Burial Agency for talks. However, if this leader couldn't even defeat Cauberg, then establishing a new Burial Agency himself wasn't out of the question.
Suddenly, Novia sensed a large amount of magic power gathering out of thin air within his residence. Preparing his defenses, he walked towards the source, only to find it emanated from the hanging 'Spear.' Thinking it might be Albion, Novia felt somewhat relieved.
After all, Albion had previously gone to great lengths to help him deal with Simon , who was exploiting Solomon's remains. Gratitude was still due.
Simultaneously, a brilliant flash erupted—not physical, but vast magic power capable of scorching spiritual senses.
The magic power was woven, forming a human shape. Slowly, a new human figure was born from within the spear.
Her eyelids opened, as if to take in everything.
"...Are you, Albion?"
Quickly regaining his composure, Novia greeted her with a smile.
"Hmph, human, I—"
This is... what... want to eat, really want to eat him, want to devour him, devour him completely, devour, everything.
In an instant, the rationality of the maiden, the incarnation of the mightiest dragon, vanished, leaving only bestial desire.
She opened her mouth wide, revealing sharp fangs, and bit hard into Novia's shoulder.
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