Now, Moran was using this principle.
He raised transparent low walls beside him, like multiple shields assembled together, forming a fortress.
With each step forward, the castle walls would advance as well.
A temporarily constructed tiny singularity.
It greatly reduces the pressure from the world, mainly making it so that Melusine wouldn't feel so uncomfortable.
Moran's body flows with ancestral blood, and the dragon factor is relatively shallow, so the pressure he endures is minimal.
"Hmm, this should make you feel a bit better…"
Moran cut his wrist, letting blood flow out.
He allowed Melusine in his arms to drink his blood.
If she also absorbs the ancestral blood,
To some extent, it would indeed weaken the world's influence.
"Umm—"
Melusine drank like a little bird sipping water.
She closed her eyes, her eyelashes like a row of neatly arranged long feathers, gently fluttering.
Her petite and delicate nose was so cute that one would want to bite it, and her slightly parted lips glistened with a warm sheen, inviting thoughts.
The warm sensation transmitted to his wrist.
She obediently drank the blood down her throat.
[Your actions are effective.]
[Melusine's tightly furrowed brows relaxed considerably; although she was still too weak to move normally, at least her experience during sleep was not so uncomfortable.]
[At this moment, her sleeping face was incredibly peaceful.]
[That petite and fragile body nestled in your arms, without a hint of worry or doubt, was truly adorable.]
[Compared to when she was first pulled from the mud pit,]
[Her body temperature had also warmed up.]
[Dragons are all ectothermic creatures, and the reason she feels so at ease is that you have held her long enough.]
"Phew… Finally… back to the surface…"
Moran's words were filled with nostalgia.
After traversing mountains and oceans in the spirit cave, he finally returned to Britain following the recorded guidance.
Breathing in this familiar air.
Memories from the first loop surged forth, and his excited emotions could not help but show on his face.
This time, Moran would not fall into a deep sleep again.
Thus, he would have more time to save and more time to be with Morgan and others.
He would never again be like in the first loop.
He decided to bring happiness to Morgan this time.
"The Dragon of Albion climbed back to the surface on its own strength, two? Did it split one dragon factor into two parts~?"
[A familiar and enchanting voice came.]
[You smiled the moment you heard it; even without turning around, you knew who the owner of the voice was—]
[The dream demon watching over humanity in the ideal land.]
[Also, the woman he deeply loves.]
"Merlin, you've come…"
"Umm… you…"
Merlin stood before Moran.
Hearing that familiar and affectionate voice,
Her expression fell into a daze.
Speaking of which, when she saw him through the clairvoyance, her eyes were focused on this man and could not look away.
She thought it was just curiosity.
But when they spoke in person, she realized it was far from simple curiosity. Even now, a part of her heart felt like it was burning with an emotion that could not be extinguished.
As if she had known this man from the very beginning.
It was strange enough to make her feel incredulous.
"I see… you don't remember… just like last time… karma… is it my turn this time…?"
[You felt a sense of retribution.]
[In the first loop, you lost yourself deep in the underground pit, and at that time, you also had no relevant memories.]
[Now, it's Merlin who has no memories.]
"Do you know me?"
Merlin asked this question.
The familiar feeling lingering in her heart could not be shaken off.
In her mind, there was a vague image of a man; she vaguely remembered that he seemed to be someone very important to her.
[Even in the last life,]
[The emotions she obtained were borrowed; those feelings, after being washed by déjà vu, had very few parts that could be remembered.]
"Isn't it clear how many people in Britain know about the court magus beside King Uther? I know this, so it's not surprising, right?"
"…That's right."
"Although I feel a bit embarrassed, can I ask you for a favor? My sister was just born; she needs a place to recuperate, and I need your help with this."
Moran stated frankly.
Last time, when he had just crawled out of the Albion spirit cave, it was with Merlin's help that he had recovered.
Melusine's condition was lighter than his in the first loop.
It was estimated that as long as her dragon soul rested in Avalon for a while, her condition would recover.
"Of course, I won't take your help for free. If you want to make a request, I can agree. This is a reciprocal transaction."
"That's strange…"
Merlin showed a surprised expression.
How could someone be so familiar right from the start, directly throwing out a deal like this? Although she didn't dislike it, the familiar feeling in her heart was quite strange.
[As if she could hear a voice beside her]
[Telling her to seize this opportunity and not to miss the chance to pursue a lifetime of brilliance.]
[That was the sincere and earnest advice from a regretful dream demon.]
[The one who was entangled in regret in the ideal land, time and again holding onto longing, recounting the past.]
[In an instant, Merlin seemed to fall into a daze.]
[When she came back to her senses, she found that Moran was seemingly waiting for her response.]
"Why do you think I would help?"
Merlin pursed her lips and asked again.
Since meeting this man before her, the strange feelings in her heart had been continuously surfacing.
She was completely unlike her past self.
Even less like what a dream demon should be.
"I believe you will help."
Moran's gaze was very clear.
He did not use any charm or illusion abilities; it was simply as straightforward as what he said.
He believed that Merlin would help him.
Believing that everything he and Merlin had experienced together was definitely not all gone.
"Umm—"
Merlin was captivated by that gaze.
Her heart trembled slightly at an inopportune moment.
The pain rooted in her chest came from nowhere, but it was indeed struck by Moran's words.
She truly had no intention of refusing.
Merlin initially came with a playful and interesting mindset, but the result was so elusive—
She found herself unable to refuse the man before her.