Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

After the triumphal procession, Novia, as usual, planned to host some public banquets, games, and gladiatorial games at her own expense. However, she eventually followed Nero's suggestion and held a concert with herself as the lead singer, allowing the entire city of Rome to hear her heavenly voice for an entire night.

046: Novia, I really want to eat it.

"......"

The Albion Dragon lay bored on the ground. In this place where there was no distinction between day and night, no sun or moon, only the faint aurora illuminated the sky.

Since the last time he injured his soul while helping the weak humans, 147 days and 20 hours have passed in human time, and now he can no longer speak.

This means that the strongest dragon cannot communicate with the human using a 'gun'; it can only use a 'gun' to see what he is doing.

The strongest dragon felt that during the time he was unable to speak, he had been watching this weak human leaning against a sunlit chair, deep in thought, or perhaps reading some inexplicable book as the autumn wind blew and leaves fell.

Although this is a kind of alternative fun, it's not bad. But as soon as the dragon closes its eyes, it feels that if it falls asleep, it will never see the human again when it wakes up. After all, the dragon's body is very slow to react to the passage of time, and the human is too weak and dies very quickly. This is how it is before the fantasy disappears.

Therefore, the dragon kept its eyes open, but whenever it saw this weak human's disciple come to find the human, it felt very uncomfortable, as if something of its own had been secretly stolen. Naturally, it couldn't understand why this was happening, and after thinking for a while, it finally understood—

In his final moments, this human being spoke to me, the strongest being, as "you," not "you" as he always has!

Does this mean I'm being disliked?

Being disliked by weak humans? Hmph, whatever. There are plenty of weak humans anyway, I don't need this guy, and I don't need the affection of the weak...

However, Albion's Dragon was confident that if it were truly hated or disliked, it would definitely cry.

Two conflicting emotions were churning within the dragon's body, and it kept its eyes open to confirm those indescribable feelings.

In the end, the strongest dragon realized that its feelings were very simple—

We must teach this shameless human a lesson. He acted so respectful before, but in reality, he just used me and then kicked me aside.

What unique brilliance, what singular light, what most noble starlight... it's all lies!

After giving this human a severe lesson, if he can repent, then perhaps the strongest dragon can be granted a little mercy. That's my feeling.

But what should we do if we can neither speak nor get out?

The strongest and smartest dragon came up with a brilliant idea: why not just transform itself into a human? It remembered that before the illusion disappeared, the gods loved doing this all the time, associating with weak humans. Previously, the dragon of Albion had scorned this idea.

And now it's only because of special circumstances, and only this time, Long thinks so.

Soon, the dragon molded its soul into the shape of a human. In the end, it was just an avatar, and it could change back if it wanted to. But once it was molded, it was fixed. It wasn't a big problem. It didn't think it would ever turn into a weak human again except for this time.

After that, the Albion Dragon tried to make contact with the space where the weak humans it could see were doing. As expected, it worked. As long as it spent some time connecting with the 'gun', it could leave in this form.

As for height and weight, it didn't have any good ideas for the time being, so it thought that since it had been 147 days and 20 hours since it last saw each other, it would just change like this. As for appearance... the dragon looked up and glanced at the faint aurora that was illuminating the sky here.

It remembered that human saying it was his unique radiance, the most noble starlight, his only light...

Therefore, in accepting the refuge of fantasy species, shining in the extreme realm, and single-handedly maintaining the light between the surface and the interior of the world, it is indeed in line with the identity of the strongest dragon.

After everything was resolved, the Albion Dragon began its final operation, this time surrounded by a surging tide of magical power.

Like a carousel, it keeps spinning around, and figures emerge from the tide, quickly growing into human form.

Amidst the magical tides, the figure of a 'gun' appeared, which the dragon, transformed into a human, grasped.

"Novia, human, the strongest dragon you have sworn a contract with is me, Albion!"

This human is very ordinary, with almost no outstanding qualities compared to others, and when it comes to being worse than others, there are too many to count on two hands.

Therefore, the dragon was confident that this human must be self-aware, that meeting him was a stroke of good fortune, and that the human would naturally regain his reverence for him upon his appearance.

Because it is the strongest and absolutely obeys the strong, it is something the weak must do!

..........

Since resolving the issue of Judaism, Novia has had many things to do. Not only does she have to handle some political affairs for Emperor Claudius on a daily basis, but she also has to properly deal with the matters concerning the spreading Christianity. Although it spread quickly because of miracles, it is precisely because of this that the problems are complicated. After all, no matter what, the doctrine still needs to be thoroughly ingrained in people's hearts.

Novia has invited the eleven apostles of Jesus, as well as Paul Martha and others, to Rome to discuss the matter. He has also asked Cobbek to invite the current head of the burial agency to talk. However, if the head cannot even defeat Cobbek, then building a new burial agency himself is not out of the question.

Suddenly, Novia sensed a large amount of magical energy gathering in his room. He prepared to defend himself and headed towards the source of the energy, only to find that it was coming from the hanging 'gun'. Thinking that it was Albion, Novia felt a little relieved.

After all, Albion had spent a lot of effort helping him deal with Doro who was using Solomon's remains, so he should be grateful.

At the same time, intense flashes of light erupted, not physically, but with immense magical power capable of scorching the spiritual senses.

Magic was thus woven together, taking on the shape of a human, and a new human figure slowly emerged from inside the gun.

Her eyelids opened, as if to take everything in.

"...You are, Albion?"

Novia, quickly regaining her senses, greeted him with a smile.

"Hmph, humans..."

This is...what...I want to eat it, I really want to eat it, I really want to eat it, I want to eat it, to eat it completely, to eat it all.

In an instant, the girl, who was the incarnation of the strongest dragon, lost all reason, leaving only bestial desires.

She opened her mouth wide, revealing sharp teeth, and bit down hard on Novia's shoulder.

047: I really want to kill this person and tear their soul apart.

The sunlight streaming through the window illuminated the two figures.

The moment Albion bit Novia's shoulder, the lower half of his face was stained crimson with splattered blood, immersed in the hot blood flowing inside and outside his throat.

Therefore, Novia's body instinctively pushed Albion away, but the dragon girl's sharp teeth tore off a piece of flesh and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Are you suddenly hungry because you've become like this?" Novia touched her shoulder, and the bleeding stopped instantly with magic, but the pain persisted. "How about I go buy you something you want to eat? But I think the strongest you probably wouldn't like eating the flesh of weak animals. That was probably just an accident."

Novia laughed, making a not-so-serious joke in this setting, but since the victim himself had said it, she couldn't refute it.

When Novia saw the silver-haired girl, her face covered in blood, gradually regaining her sense of reason after swallowing the blood, she could easily guess that Albion had probably used up a lot of magic power to become like this, which had put her in a state of 'hunger'.

Although dragons don't get hungry or need to sleep, that was before the mystery disappeared, and after the Age of Gods, her original dragon form was a huge mystery, and the mystery inside was abundant, which is why it was like that. But now Albion is just a soul that came out with the help of a 'gun', so the mystery in Novia's room and even the world can't replenish her immediately. That's why she devours the nearest source of magic power out of the desire to 'survive'.

"........."

The girl lowered her head, blood continuously dripping from the corner of her mouth, her body trembling.

Albion had wanted to say something to reprimand the human for not addressing her with such formality, but her own behavior had left her feeling incredibly embarrassed. She didn't even listen to Novia's explanation until a gentle hand was placed on her head.

"It's okay. If this satisfies you, then there's no problem."

Albion slowly raised his head, his silver hair swaying gently. On his fair face, his golden eyes gleamed, flickering uncertainly, as if he were still embarrassed. One hand touched Novia's shoulder where she had bitten him.

"Are you alright? Does it hurt?"

"Although I really want to say it doesn't hurt, I feel there's no need to lie to you. Actually, it still hurts quite a bit."

Novia spoke with a tone that was both calm and serious, shrugging his shoulders.

"No... I'm sorry..."

Albion touched Novia's chest again, then looked away.

Although the strongest dragon's reply was subtle, it should not be ignored, because it was unlikely that Albion would apologize to the weak a second time.

"By the way, since you've come all this way, how about I take you out for a stroll?"

Novia winked at Albion, intending to show the strongest dragon, who had helped her a lot, around the world.

"...Human, this isn't a request, it's an order." Albion suddenly narrowed his eyes, gripping the boy's chest tightly with both hands. "But only this once! Take me away."

"Hmm, um..."

Novia stared at Albion, who was pulling him along, with a strange look in his eyes.

It was early winter, but a mild one, with no snow yet. Rome, the capital of the Roman Empire, was bustling with people. Some were discussing tomorrow's plans, while others sat on benches built by who-knows-who, feeding the animals.

Everyone greeted Novia with utmost respect the moment they met her. The girl behind her, dressed in a magnificent blue robe, looking elegant and poised, walking with her back straight and head held high, wearing a strange mask, also greeted her because of Novia. However, the girl remained silent, as if she couldn't hear her.

Novia understood the reason. When Albion first excitedly pulled him out, it was probably the first time he had walked on two feet, and he was not used to it. On flat ground, he seemed to trip over something that did not exist and almost fell.

Seeing this, Novia reached out her hand, as if to say, "Then, let's go," as if it were a matter of course for a knight.

After being persuaded by Novia, Albion did not destroy the road directly. Instead, he used magic to create a mask and silently followed behind Novia, looking like a guardian.

In fact, besides the initial embarrassment, another reason Albion wore the mask was that she discovered, even with enough magic, she still wanted to eat Novia... a desire that had been born for the first time.

Not enough, I want more. If I eat it, my soul will receive something extremely important...

The only thing that gradually turned the girl's brain crimson was an inexplicable desire.

"I still want to eat it..."

As if imprinting it into her brain cells, Albion, following behind Novia, took a bite of the food he had bought for her, looked at her back, and murmured repeatedly. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head.

If that's the case, if he's really willing to share my worries, confusion, thoughts, and struggles, if he's truly willing to do that and not be a liar, I will absolutely do everything in my power to suppress this desire and not hurt him.

"Hey, human."

Albion's sudden decision made him narrow his eyes slightly, and he called out to Novia ahead.

The reason she suddenly made up her mind was nothing special; it was simply because the way this person looked at her with his head bowed deeply was somewhat similar to how he had made promises to her before.

"You said before that you would always stay with me—"

Therefore, she said this with great confidence.

"Hmm, isn't this the teacher? Who is this? Silver hair! Is he someone the teacher knows? Or a bodyguard?"

The culprit that instantly chilled the silver-haired girl's heart is now asking Novia with a smile on his face.

Humans are so annoying. They smell awful and lingered for so long. I just want to kill them right now and tear their souls apart.

048: Nero's Confidence

It was early winter, but a mild one, with no snow yet. For Nero, it would have been perfect weather to stay home and rest, but she made a special trip out. There must be a reason for that.

In the crowded square, almost everyone's attention was drawn to the silver-haired man who had arrived, while Nero, who had rushed over, kept his eyes fixed on the man not far away.

Novia, her teacher, who was four years older than her, looked no different at first glance since they parted ways in the palace four hours, twelve minutes, and twenty-three seconds ago. However, she seemed to sense a slight difference in her teacher... Was it because of the silver-haired girl behind her?

To be honest, although her face was obscured by the mask, this silver-haired girl stood out from the crowd Nero had ever met, not just because of her imposing presence, but because of the aura she possessed that set her apart from other humans.

Presumably, most people's eyes would be involuntarily drawn to this silver-haired girl, but for Nero, it was a deep-seated displeasure. She always felt that the aura this person exuded was like a declaration of sovereignty, just like the 'gun' the teacher used.

Although the gun the teacher used was just an inanimate object, it gave Nero the feeling that it was actually alive, which is why she hated it so much.

Who is this silver-haired girl? When we went to Antioch, Martha and Paul didn't mention her. And the teacher hasn't left Rome yet, so how could she suddenly have someone with her?

As Nero was carefully observing the girl from head to toe, she suddenly noticed that the silver-haired girl had taken off her mask and said something to the teacher, after which the teacher turned to face her.

The blonde girl carefully observed the silver-haired girl's changing expression. From her initial blankness, the expression softened, her brows lowered, and she trembled slightly like a pitiful little animal. She had made a very important decision; from the look Nero saw, she sensed that the silver-haired girl was subtly conveying this very meaning—

"Hmm, isn't this the teacher? And who is this? Silver hair!" Nero instantly appeared beside the two, winking and patting the silver-haired girl's shoulder with a smile. "Is she an acquaintance of the teacher? Or a bodyguard?"

“This is Albion, my friend. You should greet her. This is my disciple, Nero.”

Novia showed no alarm at Nero's sudden appearance, and simply gave a normal introduction.

"Is that so? Hmm, hello! Lord Albion."

Nero spoke loudly, but upon closer listening, one could hear that the last "Your Excellency" sounded somewhat calm. This was not because she was deliberately expressing dissatisfaction, but because she smelled a scent—the scent of dried blood—emanating from her teacher.

She liked the subtle warmth that lingered in the air, because that scent always clung to Novia.

Every time she smelled it, Nero found herself incredibly calm, for reasons she couldn't explain. Perhaps her teacher used magic, but she never asked; she just felt that this was fine.

"...Hmph, I knew it all along."

Albion gave a rather arrogant snort, then put his mask back on.

Nero sensed that Albion hated him instantly, because the frequency of a person's blinking, the way they speak, and even the pitch of their voice all truthfully reveal their inner emotions. In this unusually light-skinned fellow, however, these qualities were extremely rare.

However, she could tell that Albion had a desire to kill her.

However, Nero also had the desire to kill this Albion, because the smell of blood from Novia was coming from this guy's mouth.

This guy named Albion actually hurt his teacher? And he even bit him until he bled? Why doesn't he just die?

In an instant, Nero was breathless. She suppressed the urge to kill Albion, to stop her breathing, to cut off her neck and body, and to tear her body into pieces.

However, she also knew that this guy must be somewhat important to the teacher, otherwise he wouldn't still be kept by her side. If she did this without permission, it would cause losses to the teacher. So Nero forcibly interlaced her fingers and spoke in a calm manner.

"Albion, perhaps because it's her first time here, is a little unaccustomed to it."