Aslan stood atop the high-rise building, feeling the magical energy transmitted through the air. The dragon scales on his body gradually retracted, and he frowned at the same time. Just now, he seemed to sense a trace of an eerie presence in the air, but it wasn't easy to perceive exactly who this aura belonged to. However, one thing was certain: it did not belong to any of the participating Heroic Spirits.
So, is it an existence causing trouble from the shadows?
The white-haired girl sat on the edge of the building, gently swinging her legs. Her expression held a look of leisurely delight. From time to time, she would rub her stomach, and then she took out a portion of fried chicken from the side and ate it silently. Recently, the magical energy within her body had been somewhat chaotic; to be precise, it had been this way for the past few years, so much so that her flight speed, of which she was so proud, had slowed down a notch.
She wasn't sure if it was because the food nowadays was becoming richer and more varied, or if her own hobbies had begun to shift recently, but the white-haired girl felt that she was growing fond of the cuisine of this era.
Seeming to also notice his dragon's recent condition, Aslan merely felt that it might be due to the era itself. In a situation where there was no True Ether in the atmosphere, these were indeed not favorable living conditions for high-level existences like them. Antarctica was alright, as they had already terraformed a certain amount of adaptive space there, but in a modern city...
They were not spiritual fragments of Heroic Spirits, which is to say, Servants; they were not beings composed of magical energy. Therefore, they could not replenish magical energy to improve their condition. To alleviate the faint sense of discomfort within their bodies while active outside, Aslan would occasionally provide the Power of the Island to both of them.
After all, there was still quite a lot of the Power of the Island in his flask. If it really wasn't enough, they could just enter the sea of flowers where Merlin resided through the lake water to replenish it. It was just that entering that sea of flowers now wasn't so easy. Of course, it wasn't extremely difficult either; it was mainly that Aslan was someone who disliked trouble. If it wasn't necessary, he wouldn't go to such great lengths.
Most importantly, he was now familiar with how to transform his body into a dragon and no longer needed the assistance of the Power of the Island. Now, the Power of the Island in his hand had become purely a supplementary item. Perhaps during battle, if his magical energy ran low, he might be able to instantly restore his magical energy to full using this Power of the Island.
However, Aslan, possessing the heart of the White Dragon, already had an extremely powerful magical energy recovery rate. If this were put into a game, it would be either an increase in magical energy gain or automatically regenerating a certain amount of magical energy every turn.
"They are hiding truly deeply..."
Aslan frowned. Although he sensed a faint, chaotic magical energy within the city, this magical energy was full of contradictions, which couldn't help but make one feel strange. What kind of existence possessed such magical energy, and why were they able to hide so deeply?
"No need to worry so much, those guys hiding in the dark will eventually reveal themselves."
Hearing his dragon's words, Aslan sighed softly, and a doting smile appeared on his face. "Although I know there is always a solution to problems, and those guys will eventually jump out from the dark, but... the more prepared the opponent is, the more troublesome it will be to resolve when the time comes. It is best to avoid unnecessary sacrifices as much as possible."
After all, the intuition of the Pendragon family was constantly warning him that the one causing trouble behind the scenes this time was an extremely dangerous existence. Aslan had always trusted his intuition, so he silently felt that the one stirring up trouble in the background this time was probably no ordinary fellow.
The white-haired girl swung her feet, then tossed the chicken nugget in her hand directly into her mouth. Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she abruptly raised her head and snapped her fingers lightly. "Speaking of which, Maris seemed to have asked Sakura to patrol this city. After all, she doesn't have Command Spells on her hand, and coupled with the small equipment that conceals magical energy, no one should actively look for trouble with her..."
Ah... that's hard to say.After all, that girl is so cute, there will always be some hooligans or thugs who try to hit on her.However, that girl wouldn't let herself suffer, that's for sure.
Even if those hooligans dragged the girl into a hotel, in the end, it would be the hooligans who were stripped naked and locked in the bathroom. The girl would then take the thugs' money to order a cup of coffee, quietly enjoy her time, have a good lunch, and then call the police while she herself vanished without a trace.
Do not be fooled by how quiet that little girl usually appears, or how her face lacks much expression; in reality, she has learned a bellyful of wicked tricks from many of them. However, it is precisely because of this that they, as her elders, could feel at ease letting this little girl act alone outside. As guardians, they could not tolerate their child suffering too much.
Upon hearing this, Aslan nodded slightly. That child should be fine, right?
The Sakura being discussed by the two at this very moment was standing in front of a ruin. After this ruin was destroyed by fire, it had never been repaired, nor had the land been sold.
Of course, her older brother had told her this news. This ruin was naturally the former Matou residence, and also the nightmare she once could not escape. Ten years ago, she often woke up in shock at night, dreaming that she was still in that basement. No matter how she cried for help, no one extended a helping hand to her, while a massive amount of worms slowly crawled up her body.
Now, standing here ten years later, looking at these ruins, she no longer felt much emotion in her heart. However, there was still a bit of displeasure. The girl with the indifferent expression looked around. Perhaps because an extremely bizarre fire had occurred here, no one was willing to approach this place. Even the surrounding houses had been sold off.
After confirming there was no one around, the girl took a deep breath, showed a middle finger to the ruins of the entire house, and then spat. There, I feel much better now.
After venting the minor displeasure in her heart, the girl stood up straight again, bowed slightly to the entire ruin, then flipped her hair and turned to leave without any attachment. What was there to be nostalgic about in this dump?
"Sakura?"
Just as the girl was about to leave, a call suddenly came to her ears. Turning her head to look in the direction of the voice, she saw a girl with black twin-tails wearing a red trench coat, looking somewhat emotional.