Arthur reached out and gently ruffled lina’s hair.
"Thank you for worrying about . I’m fine," he said.
"Let’s go. It should be morning back ho. Ti for breakfast."
He usually entered the Lands Between at night in the real world. His battle with Placidusax had lasted most of the night.
Dawn was approaching.
Maliketh could wait.
lina nodded and quietly extended her hand.
Arthur took it.
They left the Lands Between.
After Breakfast — Zen Garden
Once breakfast was finished, Arthur returned to the Zen Garden.
He withdrew all dragon corpses of drake-tier and above from storage.
Including Placidusax.
Before long, a small figure ca running at full speed.
Ifrit.
She leapt straight into Arthur’s arms, clinging to his shirt.
Her other hand pointed at the mountain of dragon bodies.
"Master... are those for ?"
Her wide eyes shimred with anticipation.
Arthur smiled.
"Yes."
"Yay! Thank you, Master!"
He tapped her head lightly.
"Don’t celebrate yet. Let refine them first."
Ifrit obediently climbed onto his shoulder, allowing him to draw the extraction array.
Arthur sketched the magic circle with practiced ease, then adjusted the ti-flow ratio within the formation.
"Master, how long this ti?" Ifrit asked impatiently.
"A few minutes."
The Zen Garden already supported roughly 200x ti acceleration.
Combined with Arthur’s own temporal authority—
Even refining over a dozen dragons, including a dragonlord—
Would take only minutes externally.
Bloodline Extraction
Minutes later—
Only scales, claws, and bones remained on the ground.
Above the magic circle floated a vast sphere of crimson liquid over a hundred ters in diater.
Pure bloodline essence.
Arthur could compress it further into crystal form.
But he chose not to.
Over-condensed essence would be too volatile.
If he compressed that entire mass into a fist-sized crystal—
Ifrit would likely explode upon ingestion.
Instead, he purified impurities and stopped there.
Ifrit stared at the massive sphere.
"...Master, how do I eat sothing that big?"
Arthur chuckled.
"You don’t. You soak."
External absorption was safer.
Placidusax’s bloodline ranked above her current tier.
Direct ingestion could damage her organs.
Absorption through scales and skin—
Safer.
Slower.
But Arthur controlled ti.
That was irrelevant.
"Can I go in now?"
"Go ahead."
Ifrit dove headfirst into the crimson lake.
Monts later—
A muffled dragon roar echoed from within.
Arthur didn’t even need to guess.
She’d swallowed so.
He shook his head with a faint smile.
Should’ve clarified first.
He knelt and added a continuous healing array beneath the bloodline pool.
The roaring lessened from constant to intermittent.
He hadn’t used direct healing spells deliberately.
Ifrit had the personality of soone who would keep eating scalding food no matter how badly it burned her mouth.
Better to let her suffer a little lesson—
With safety asures.
After reinforcing the formation, Arthur maximized the ti acceleration around the essence pool.
Then he collected the leftover scales, claws, and bones.
Half would reinforce the Death Staff.
Half would strengthen the Dark Moon Greatsword.
Both weapons were due for upgrades.
If nothing went wrong—
This refinent would push Ifrit to the true Saint Dragon tier.
Even with acceleration, it would take ti.
She wouldn’t be coming out anyti soon.
Arthur left the Zen Garden.
There were external matters to settle.
Like the promise he made to Harry.
He had received Bellatrix’s wand days ago.
But he had been busy hunting dragons in Farum Azula.
Now—
With the dragon population thoroughly reduced—
It was ti.
Arthur took out Bellatrix’s wand.
Curse power surged in his palm.
The sa peculiar authority he had obtained from Mohg.
It lacked the brute force of blood magic.
But it was far more insidious.
If used properly—
It could kill without leaving a trace.
He did not intend to curse Bellatrix to death.
Not yet.
He had promised Harry sothing first.
To find her.
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