BXBX NOVEL Chapter 100: Chapter 31: Thank You.
Lancelot grasped his sword before twisting around.
"Aria, Nel, use your shadow flames to burn down the arrows. Lumiel, Meru, Vellan, we\'re killing all the humans."
In a split second, the bodies of all fifteen Royal Guards became fierce as they were given his order and attacked the humans without mercy.
When the knights reacted with their swords, the demon\'s sharp spears shot towards their vital spots, chanting dark magic as they fought.
Lumiel and her angels were no different, grasping swords of divine light. The blades were magical but sharp nonetheless—a thin blade perfectly designed to pierce the throat of weaker chainmail or leather armour.
The Knights tried to raise their shield to avoid the holy blades and dark magic.
Still, despite their efforts, they were knocked down—a devastating impact caused by several Hare\'s brutal leaping stomps, the muscular thighs and calves crunching the steel—warping it around the poor men\'s arms as they screamed in agony.
The first clash was violent, with more than five knights being killed, draining a hefty amount of the human\'s stamina and power to resist the onslaught.
"Sword."
Lancelot\'s gentle whisper caused terror for the noble, who still writhed in pain from the first blade despite it being healed.
He stepped forward before five purple blades, thick and filled with Ether, and all swords penetrated the noble\'s limbs despite his efforts to activate an arcane spell—a thin arrow created from pure magic shot from the fingertip of the noble towards Lancelot.
Yet he merely tilted his head to avoid the last ditch effort of the human failing without even scratching his cheek—a beautiful set of black dragon scales covering Lancelot\'s cheek and neck. Aesthetically pleasing and serving their task of protection well.
"Noble, you made several mistakes today, in the past, but worry not. I can promise you will make none in the future."
Lancelot\'s voice was calm, commanding and filled with a confident tone, causing the trembling noble, while his whimpers of pain echoed, cries for someone to save him continued.
"Please... My father is the baron of Svela—we can compensate you! A demon and a human Lord must be enemies. I can help you crush her terri-"
A swift swipe of Lancelot\'s Dragonslaying sword tore through the air—a clean and deadly cut that sliced off the noble\'s lower jaw.
"Ggrwagh!?"
"Master!"
"Lord Svela!?"
\'Hmmm, so this idiot is called Svela... A name that seems familiar.\'
Lancelot frowned because the humans didn\'t bring any special weaponry apart from the bows and crossbows, with a minor dragon-slaying enchantment.
"This garbage is enough to kill a wyvern at best!?" Lancelot exclaimed, seeing the information with his divine eye.
The fight was over as the female dragon\'s body hovered above them.
Sprouting a pair of beautifully scaled black wings from her back, she flew above the human knights—arms outstretched like preparing to dance as her lips curved into a smile with an arrogant face.
"Lumiel, all of you pull back this instant!"
Lancelot looked at the dragoness with a sharp eye, her soft lips pressing together before she seemed to emit, but a torrent of black flames poured down like she was vomiting, flaming death upon the human knights.
"Gyhaaaah!?"
"Help!!!!"
"Mmaagh....!"
Their bodies fled only to be melted down to the ground along with their steel armour that began to warp, cursing them to endure a hot, painful death inside the one thing that should have protected them.
"Oh!?"
"They smell like bacon... It\'s a little nasty, though." Sumika whispered as she looked away from the flames, seeming that even this girl was affected by the men burned alive.
A scream of silence filled the cavern for a moment.
Lancelot\'s back began to itch before growing two pairs of wings, one blood red and the other like the female dragons.
He had no intention to believe her words at face value.
Thanks to the efficient Royal Guard, he didn\'t spend much Ether to wipe out the guards. Even the dragoness dealt with most of them, which meant Sumika technically didn\'t kill that stupid noble.
He felt the warmth of the molten rocks and lava below as his wings fluttered and sent him flinging into the sky to confront the female dragon.
A new ally might be worthwhile, but trust and belief were difficult to gain.
"Lumiel, should she attack me, only use ranged attacks and keep safe. The moment she transforms into her dragon form. Penetrate her like a pig for slaughter." His voice transmitted to her as they watched him approaching the smug female.
"Oh my, Did the young emperor like what he saw?"
"How? Will you accept my offer?"
She hovered quietly after speaking, the alluring and elegant voice echoing several times while her black wings slowly fluttered, keeping her close to him.
Lancelot lowered his sword and decided to at least try reasoning with her.
However, the divine eye that analysed her strength showed that even if he went in with his full power using his Dominus and tried to awaken his dragon blood, he may win those below apart from Lumiel would die for sure.
"The offer to become yours? Sorry, but I prefer to be the one on top."
Lancelot felt no aggression or desire to fight her.
No, there was aggression, but it wasn\'t the type to fight with swords and magic—it was the fight between a male and female.
"Oh my, such a young and virile male... However, young Emperor."
"Do you think those below you would survive if you tried resisting me?"
\'...\'
\'Velan, Lusia.\'
His mind reached out to the ones who had a link to him—sadly, Nuriel and Morgana were not here as they could make tactics in complete secret.
Only the Heroes could speak with him right now.
\'Make sure you protect Sumika no matter what happens if a fight breaks out—flee back to our territory and relay this message to Lumiel.\'
Lancelot\'s hand holding the Greatsword of Dragon Slaying tightened. He watched the beautiful woman\'s neck tilted, letting her black hair dangle down to reveal her bare chest covered in shimmering scales covering her sides and hips.
"Are you done talking with your allies?"
Her voice was soft, but it revealed her intelligence was beyond that of a monster—rather, Lancelot felt she could most likely be a Lord herself!
"What are your terms for a deal?" Lancelot asked, his mind racing to make a plan to stop this woman from killing those below should her mind flip and choose to use force rather than diplomacy.
"Fufu~ well then... I want you to help me make a new Dragonflight. One that will be loyal to their mother, a great force of female black dragons born from an emperor\'s blood."
"No female dragon... Nay! No female should ever wish to decline this chance!"
As the woman spoke, she began to touch her body, the long black horns on her head shimmering as her fingers slipped along her smooth, silky scales towards her already moist roost oozing for his flame of life.
She quivered and cackled to herself while twirling in the air, but those golden eyes always watched his body from head to toe.
They never stopped observing him like she was constantly evaluating him.
\'Tsk...\'
Lancelot\'s eyes narrowed, feeling pressure as cold sweat dripped down his back.
He was attracted to this woman but would not allow it to be on her terms. It was like a strange pride formed deep inside.
Whether it was due to the dragon emperor\'s lineage inside or his pride as a man, this woman and her clear threat made him angry.
"I see..."
Closing his eyes, Lancelot began to think, to remember.
\'Who am I?\'
An image of a weak human with low strength fighting among those worshipped as heroes and champions using his to survive desperately using only his sword and speed.
A clear feeling filled his chest.
\'I am no longer that weak man. I have both strength and the same calibre to be one of those worshipped!\'
\'So why am I waiting here on the assumption I would lose?\'
"Hahahaha! Thank you. Please, can you tell me your name? I don\'t think I caught it."
Lancelot\'s body seemed relaxed, and the dragoness picked up on the lack of aggression, and his pheromones were not those of a dragon wishing to fight.
Thus, she let down her guard.
"Tyr(Tear), Daughter of Bahamut."
\'Vellan, Lusia.\'
{Master?}
\'Forget my orders. The moment a fight breaks out. I want you all to use your Domina and have Lumina and her angels blow everything while Meru takes Sumika to Camelot with the Frost Hares, who cannot fight the dragon in this terrain.\'
{Hmmmm?}
His eyes were closed while he felt the movement of Lusia whispering to Lumiel as his troops\' fighting spirit soared, something only a Lord could feel.
Their morale and desire to fight were maximum.
Lancelot\'s beautiful eyes opened slowly, a golden eye filled with divinity and the power to see through all magic and his other, a demonic silver, peering at the beautiful woman before him with flowing raven locks and a voluptuous figure.
\'If she survives, I\'ll let her live if she submits to me.\'
"I thank you, Daughter of Bahamut, Tyr."
Her eyes flickered, wondering what he meant, tilting her head with a confused look.
"Thank you for reminding me of who I am."
With his left hand across his abdomen and his right hand holding his sword towards the sky, he gave a gentle bow.
"I am Lancelot of the Endless Waltz and Lord of Camelot."
Tyr didn\'t understand what happened because his voice was so gentle and calm.
Yet the moment she blinked, countless purple blades surrounded her body, and Lancelot had vanished... His body suddenly was only a few yards away as his sharp, black blade was thrust towards her heart!
⟪Blade Dance⟫
Lancelot chanted two words with a slight whisper, and his body vanished from sight.