Type-Moon: Star Redemption of Arthur Pendragon

Before dawn, the atmosphere in the bedchamber plummeted to freezing point due to Meryl's casual sarcasm.

"you……!"

Saya Aika suddenly propped herself up, her pale cheeks, which had been flushed from exhaustion, instantly turning red with embarrassment and anger.

Her glassy eyes were fixed on the dream demon beside the bed, who looked delighted.

His fingertips gripped the velvet sheets unconsciously with anger, leaving several scorch marks on the tough fabric.

She wanted to refute, to use her authority as the root to banish this gossipy nightmare to the end of the imaginary number.

But when she tried to mobilize her magic to forcefully drive the body, the deep-seated sourness was like an insurmountable barrier.

Aige subtly sensed Arthur's condition.

That burning power, like the heart of a red dragon's furnace, seemingly inextinguishable, was now in a state of overflowing, restless agitation.

"I can still..." Aika gritted her teeth, trying to get closer to Arthur again.

"That's enough, Ai Ge."

A long, warm hand gently pressed down on her shoulder.

Arthur bent down, his eyes devoid of desire, filled only with an almost sacred tenderness.

He gently pressed Aige back into the bedding and pulled up the silk that had slipped down.

"Continuing like this will only hurt your body. You're not a tool to be wasted. Go to sleep."

At that moment, Aige felt an unprecedented happiness.

The feeling of being cared for as a "delicate girl" rather than a "powerful source" almost brought her to tears.

But then, Meryl's sticky, honey-sweet voice rang out again.

"Oh my, what a touching display of love between king and subject."

Mary stood up lightly, twirled barefoot on the marble floor, and the hem of her light, long dress spread out like flower petals.

She walked to the bedside, bent down slightly, and her gaze lingered between Ai Ge's unwilling face and Arthur's furrowed brows.

"But, Your Highness, Arthur is feeling quite unwell right now..."

Once the red dragon's bloodline is fully awakened, if it is not properly channeled, the scorching flames could erode the king's sanity.

Meili stuck out her delicate tongue and moistened her lips in an ambiguous way.

"You wouldn't want to see your prince looking exhausted over such trivial matters at the roundtable meeting the next morning, would you?"

Ai Ge's heart clenched violently.

She loves Arthur.

This kind of love is extreme, morbid, and so pure that one would be willing to destroy the world just to make him smile.

When she realized that her mediocre body was indeed incapable of supporting Arthur's enormous "specifications" at this moment...

An almost masochistic impulse overwhelmed the jealousy.

"...Merry."

Ai Ge closed her eyes, her voice trembling so much it was almost inaudible, each word seeming to be squeezed out from the depths of her soul.

"Go... help His Highness the Prince."

Arthur froze completely, looking at Aigo with surprise in his eyes.

"Aige? Do you even know what you're saying?"

"Anything Arthur needs... whatever it may be, I can give it to him."

Aige opened her eyes again, and her eyes gleamed with a kind of almost martyr-like madness.

"Since I can't give it to you now, then let this pest... take my place."

"Yes, Your Highness~"

Mary let out a satisfied sigh, her movements as nimble as a cat, and instantly slipped into the barrier that originally belonged only to the two of them.

"Arthur, don't look at me like that."

As Meili chuckled and closed the distance between them, she looked provocatively at Aika, who was half-lying on the headboard and staring intently at them.

"Since it is Her Highness the Princess's decree, as her subject, I will naturally do my utmost to ensure that the King is completely... liberated."

The air inside the bedchamber heated up again, but this time, the atmosphere was completely different.

Arthur no longer treated Aige with the same caution he had.

Amidst the interplay of that restless dragon energy and a hidden vengeance for Meryl's "wicked sense of humor," his actions became extremely forceful and direct.

He seemed to want to dump all the entanglements and anxieties of the night onto the instigator.

Meryl's playful laughter, which she had originally intended to tease, was quickly drowned out by a more primal and profound rhythm.

Sajo Aika forced her bloodshot eyes open.

Even when the body is extremely exhausted, even when the brain keeps sending signals to sleep.

She continued to watch Meryl's every move, her anger and jealousy almost turning into solid black mud.

She watched as the nightmare took the place that should have been hers.

Watching Arthur reveal a rough and aggressive side of himself to Meryl that he had never shown her before.

That was a realm she could not reach, and this sense of powerlessness was more painful to her than death itself.

As the first rays of dawn pierced through the mist of Camelot and fell upon the carpet of the bedchamber, all finally returned to silence.

Meryl's previously assertive demeanor in her words was no longer present.

As a nightmare demon, she is almost invincible in the mental dimension.

But in this clash completely dominated by the red dragon's magic, she ultimately underestimated Arthur's potential.

She was like a broken doll, slumped into the sheets, unable to even let out her signature soft laugh.

Arthur managed to calm his breathing, propped himself up, closed his eyes, and prepared for an extremely short nap, barely a quarter of an hour.

However, the moment he closed his eyes...

hum! !

A familiar yet desolate tremor erupted from the depths of my soul.

That is a star frequency that does not belong to this era and transcends countless dimensions.

Golden spots of light rapidly intertwined into a complex geometric pattern within his closed field of vision.

At the end of that pattern was a desperate cry for help coming from a completely unfamiliar world.

That is the trajectory of a star.

Several days later, yet another fragment of a broken worldline forcefully knocked on the door of the King of Britain.

Arthur opened his eyes, and his emerald green eyes instantly regained their clarity and sharpness, with no trace of lust remaining.

"...Are we setting off again?"

He turned his head to look to his side.

Aigo, overwhelmed by a mixture of anger and exhaustion, finally succumbed to a restless slumber before dawn.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Merry remained in a dazed state.

Arthur stood up, walked to the window, and looked into the distance.

He knew he couldn't stay in this loving haven forever.

When the first real ray of sunlight fully illuminated Camelot's restaurant, Arthur had already changed into a neat set of casual clothes.

At the dining table, Morgan was elegantly swirling the black tea in her cup, her dark purple dress accentuating her cold and dignified beauty.

Guinevere was busy organizing official documents when she saw Arthur and paused slightly.

"Morgan, Guinevere, good morning." Arthur pulled out a chair and sat down, his voice unusually weary.

"Good morning, Arthur. It seems that the earthquake-resistant spells I personally set up in the bedchamber last night were not in vain."

Morgan put down his teacup, making a crisp clinking sound.

Her eyes swept over Arthur's slightly stiff neck, and a smile full of jealousy and sarcasm curved her lips.

"My dear brother, I must praise your tireless sense of duty."

Or should we be amazed that you survived the combined attack of that Root Princess and that shameless nightmare demon?

"Looking at you, you're like a young dragon whose spinal cord has been drained."

"Morgan, don't say that..."

Arthur coughed awkwardly, then his expression turned serious and his tone became solemn.

"I received the call of the Star Trail, and I may have to set off today."

Guinevere stopped what she was doing, looked up, and a deep worry flashed in the depths of her eyes.

She walked behind Arthur and gently straightened his slightly disheveled collar.

"I'm leaving again."

Guinevere sighed softly, her tone gentle yet carrying a lingering sense of melancholy.

"As for domestic affairs, there's no need to worry... His Highness Morgan and I are here."

"Hmph, as long as you don't die at the hands of some woman in another world, even if Britain falls into chaos, I can bring it back to normal."

Morgan turned his head away, his tone sharp, but his fingers clenched slightly.

It wasn't until 2 p.m. that the two figures, who had fallen into a deep hibernation due to "magic overload," slowly opened their eyes.

Surprisingly, when Aika and Merry opened their eyes and saw each other, the expected magical collision did not occur.

Aige leaned against the wall, her walking posture still showing a hint of unnatural stiffness.

She looked at Meryl across from her, who seemed listless even with the phantom petals drooping, and let out a weak snort.

"Oh my, isn't this Miss Nightmare, who prides herself on being the pinnacle of British magic?"

Although Ai Ge's tone was harsh, it also revealed a sense of exhaustion.

"What's wrong? Did the prince scold you so badly last night that you can't even walk properly anymore?"

"Oh dear... isn't Her Highness the Princess the same?"

Mary rubbed her sore shoulders, barely managing to maintain her usual playful expression.

But in those purple eyes, there was a hint of awe for Arthur's "combat prowess".

"After all, that's a red dragon. Even I would feel uncomfortable facing Arthur at full power."

The two exchanged a glance, the air still thick with tension.

But that murderous intent of "having to kill the opponent" was reduced into a strange sense of competition under the shared extreme experience.

"Next time... I will definitely not fall down before you." Aika gritted her teeth.

"Then we'll wait and see, Your Highness, who lacks stamina~"

While the two were still exchanging words, Arthur pushed open the door and walked into the side hall.

Looking at the two girls who even had similar postures, he felt a sense of helplessness but also a sense of relief.

He walked up to the two of them and got straight to the point.

"Aika, Merry, the call of the Star Trail has been made clear."