Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [80]

This was not a fair fight.

It was a hopeless struggle to the death.

Siegfried—the hero famed for slaying dragons with his own flesh and blood—knew this better than anyone.

There’s no winning this.

It’s impossible to win.

His enemies were Servants summoned by the Holy Grail, granted nearly limitless magical energy.

While he was just a solitary swordsman, summoned to this land without any allies at his side.

And, without a Master, he didn’t even have a way to replenish his mana.

So when he charged forth with overwhelming force, aiming to cut down one enemy Servant in a surprise opening attack—only to be met with a brutal counter, the two (plus the dragon) trading blows at any cost and halting his momentum cold—

Siegfried realized: this would be a long, grueling tug-of-war, one that could only end with his own death.

—But something felt off.

That armored Servant—he couldn’t tell if it was a swordsman or a knight—was certainly participating, but Siegfried got the sense she wasn’t truly trying.

And the white dragon at her side, surely her familiar—

It had incredible power… but why did every shot of light from its mouth always go astray? It was almost as if it was aiming not at him, but at the city of Lyon itself.

What were they playing at?

Siegfried couldn’t make sense of the knight and dragon’s tactics—but secretly, he felt a bit of relief.

One against two… didn’t seem so hopeless after all.

…

It was a fierce battle.

The cursed demon sword and blood-soaked demonic spear clashed again and again; the noblewoman’s form flitted across the battlefield like a specter, sometimes hounding Siegfried, sometimes probing for weaknesses.

He did all he could to parry, even searching for moments to counterattack—but his opponents’ healing was on a whole different level. Trading wounds was a losing strategy.

He needed a chance—a single, lethal strike.

It was a brutal fight.

In truth, the dragon’s attacks never actually missed; they were landing right where they were meant to—those white beams of destruction erupted around the outskirts of Lyon, with one blast even shattering a section of the city wall.

That twenty-meter breach struck a devastating blow to the hearts of every survivor within the city.

They had always known disaster lurked beyond the walls—but now, with ruin crashing down upon them, they finally grasped the terror of true apocalypse.

But at the same time, this was a fight long in the making.

Not done yet?

Bluey communicated silently with a certain ahoge spirit.

His mouth was getting dry from spitting out so many energy blasts.

Hold on—just a little longer.

Artoria, watching from the shadows, told him not to rush; she was searching for the perfect moment to step in.

Admittedly, this meant letting Siegfried endure a desperate fight against enemy Servants… but sometimes, patience was the price of strategy.

Little dragon, target my location with a stronger attack.

Artoria had already slipped into Lyon, finding a crowded square.

Bluey didn’t hesitate.

[Burst Stream of Destruction]

Like a precision-guided missile, a blinding white orb of magical energy streaked toward the city, radiating the power to annihilate anything in its path.

No—!

Run!

Help!!

The people realized doom was upon them.

They screamed, they tried to flee—but how could they possibly escape?

They’d already witnessed the terror of those blasts: even an explosion a kilometer away had toppled Lyon’s mighty walls.

But now the impact would be mere hundreds of meters from them. Their fragile bodies, nothing but flesh and blood—how could they withstand a calamity like this?

It’s over!!!

As the energy blast descended, everyone squeezed their eyes shut.

They knew there was no escape, only prayed that death would come quickly and painlessly—if their fate was sealed, they would rather it be swift.

But just as despair reached its peak—

“Hey, hey, what do you think you’re doing?”

A calm voice suddenly rang out.

There was a strange power in those words—a steadiness that made those lost in fear suddenly feel hope.

“It’s nowhere near time to close your eyes and wait for death!”

The King appeared.

Targeting the incoming blast, she swung her holy sword like a racket—

WHAM—

The flying sphere of light was sent hurtling back at an even greater speed, exploding in the midst of the dueling Servants outside the city.

Siegfried couldn’t avoid the shockwave and took some damage.

But the two Mad Servants were hit much harder—so badly that even their magical regeneration couldn’t heal them right away.

A body steeped in dragon’s blood was far tougher than any ordinary Heroic Spirit.

And that, precisely, was the effect Artoria wanted.

“Now!”

The [Sword of Revolving Victory] erupted with its ultimate might; its blazing flame seemed determined to burn away all evil in this world.

Siegfried, sprawled on the ground, stared dumbstruck at the explosion—he even forgot to shield his eyes from the blinding, solar glare.

But because of that, he saw with perfect clarity how the two Mad Servants met their end.

—They didn’t even burn to death.

The sun’s scorching heat simply melted their bodies, erasing even their magical essence.

Seeing that, Siegfried’s vision wavered—he felt the world itself blur.

He had to close his eyes, unable to face the full force of the sun’s brilliance.

And when he opened them again, his vision at last returned to normal—

Standing before him, not a giant, but a shining figure, hand outstretched—

“I am Artoria Pendragon.”

“I hope my help wasn’t too late.”

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