That is the sorrowful dragon swallowed by the mire that must be saved.

The reason he joined the Round Table and opposed the Queen was ultimately to allow humans and fairies to coexist equally.

Only then could he interfere with Salisbury, that person, and the future of his own sister.

Unfortunately, unknowingly, his purpose had silently changed.

The existence of pan-human history...

The sins of Britain...

The malice of the fairies...

The Lostbelt...

Pasival, who had learned too many secrets about too many things, was no longer fighting just for one person.

Regardless of willingness or not, for the future, for countless people, he had to unite with Altoria and the others to defeat Morgan.

"If I unleash the power of this spear just one more time, I’ll probably disappear completely, won’t I?"

Pasival raised the object that was once the chosen spear, and with a gentle expression, spoke to Melusine, whose expression subtly changed.

"It’s simply impossible not to use its power in the battle against Queen Morgan."

"Without betting everything, there’s no way to defeat the Queen."

"I had long prepared for this, to wield this spear for the Round Table, for Altoria, and for the fairies."

Pasival raised his eyelids, earnestly gazing at Melusine, whose face was full of turmoil.

"But before that, I still want to wield the spear for you, no matter what."

"After all, that’s why I left Salisbury."

At these words, Melusine bit her lip, feeling as if all strength was leaving her body again.

"You didn’t have to do this..."

Leaving Salisbury or joining the Round Table Army to oppose the Queen, Pasival never had to do any of it.

If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have to be part of this cruel war.

If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have to stand against himself.

If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be left with so little life.

If he didn’t...

Melusine thought of too many "ifs".

Previously, although she felt heartbroken about Pasival’s choice, she had decided to respect him.

So even though Pasival joined the Round Table and left Salisbury, Melusine never came out to stop him.

After all, she loved Pasival too.

But now, she somewhat regretted it, regretting why she let her brother walk this path.

Then she heard Pasival’s next words.

"I know how deeply you love that person, and I understand that just by myself, I can’t stop your dangerously excessive love for that person." Pasival closed his eyes and said, "Even if I tell you that what you’ve done for that person is wrong, it probably won’t work, right?"

"Because you’ve always known that what you’re doing for that person is wrong, otherwise, you wouldn’t have cried on that rainy night."

"Yet even though you knew it was wrong, you chose to do it, so no matter how much sense I speak, it’s to no avail."

With that, Pasival opened his eyes.

"I just want to tell you, I don’t want to see you in pain."

"Even if just by myself I can’t change your choice, your fate, at least... I can lessen some of your sins."

"If I can defeat Queen Morgan and change this Britain, maybe your future will change to some extent as well?"

Pasival smiled.

"Can I ask you... to watch my battle?"

He didn’t persuade Melusine to turn sides, nor did he wish for her to abandon her ways and return.

The only request from Pasival is the hope that his sister can watch him, watch how he fights.

"I..."

Melusine couldn’t help but take several steps back.

She knew if she agreed to Pasival’s request, that would essentially mean giving up the fight.

Otherwise, if she continued to fight, how could she watch Pasival’s upcoming battle?

"I... can’t..."

Melusine was in pain, and conflicted.

Pasival did not urge, nor did he say anything further, merely watching Melusine quietly.

At this moment, Reiger, who was standing by with folded arms and his back turned, spoke indifferently.

"In the Arthurian legends of pan-human history, the Knight of the Round Table, Lancelot, is a near-perfect figure, both strong and noble, yet he undoubtedly bears an unforgivable sin."

This sudden revelation made both Pasival and Melusine freeze.

Reiger, as though not seeing this reaction, continued speaking softly.

"He has many accolades."

"Some call him the Knight of the Lake, some the Flower of Knights, and others the Great Knight..."

"However, despite enjoying all these titles, he did not bring prosperity to Britain but rather tainted King Arthur’s legend of invincibility."

"Because he fell in love with someone he shouldn’t have."

Upon hearing this, not only Pasival but also Melusine shuddered, seemingly understanding something.

Both were naturally aware of Lancelot’s legend.

It’s said that being King Arthur’s most trusted knight, he eventually fell in love with Princess Guinevere.

Their illicit love affair was eventually discovered, leading to chaos within the Round Table and turmoil in the kingdom, driving the prosperous Britain towards destruction.

Though not the main cause, Lancelot falling in love with someone he shouldn’t have was an inducement to Britain’s downfall.

Using this event as a trigger, discord began among the Round Table, even resulting in internecine strife, forcing Lancelot to betray King Arthur, flee with the one he loved, and when King Arthur was in crisis and about to be killed by the rebellious knight Modred, he could not come in time to rescue.

In the end, King Arthur died, Britain was destroyed, and Lancelot lived in pain for the rest of his life, with the beloved Guinevere entering a nunnery out of guilt, thus bidding Lancelot an eternal farewell.

All of this was because Lancelot fell in love with someone he shouldn’t have. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Morgan granting you his name is rather fitting indeed."

Reiger turned around, looked at Melusine, and spoke with irony.

"You are alike, both having fallen for someone you shouldn’t have."

One sentence, piercing through Melusine’s heart.

Yet, Reiger still did not stop.

"Lancelot fell for someone he shouldn’t have, leading to the downfall of Britain."

"Melusine falling for someone she shouldn’t have, is it only the Mirror Clan that is destroyed?"

"In pan-human history, there was a fairy named ’Melusine’, who, if her true form was seen by her lover, would forever be cursed."

Reiger looked deep into Melusine’s eyes and spoke word by word.

"And you... how are you?"

A question that did not seem like a question, yet finally drained Melusine of her strength, leaving her palely seated on the ground.

She looked at her pitch-black hands, at the icy cold dragon claws of inorganic nature, at the black markings crawling on her body, at the dark wings behind her and the black spear in her hands.

Since being fished out from the filthy Dragon Corpse Swamp, she, who was born from the pure white dragon, had always remained in this corrupt form.

Is this a fairy?

Or a dragon?

No, neither.

But this form was indeed her true form, and since being fished out, that person had seen her like this.

Melusine... That was also a name given to her by that person.

In other words...

"In ’her’ eyes, you are likely seen not as a dragon, nor as a fairy, but as a half-human, half-serpent monster, just like the legend in pan-human history, aren’t you?"

Reiger’s relentless voice reached Melusine’s ears.

"And from the beginning, having been seen by ’her’ in your true form, you have been bearing the curse all along."

These words completely shattered Melusine’s spirit.

"Clang..."

With a crisp metallic sound, the dual guns in Melusine’s hand slipped to the ground.

She looked up at the sky, allowing tears to roll down her cheeks.