Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [78]

Artoria came up with a “role reversal” plan.

But, truthfully, this idea wasn’t original to her.

Her Knights of the Round Table loved disguising themselves as one another—or sometimes creating entirely new identities to challenge powerful foes.

—The most famous case was Gareth, who, thanks to a ring that allowed her to transform, once hid her identity to duel Gawain… and was thrashed by him for two whole hours.

“Well, it can’t be helped.”

“After all, we’re way too famous on this island. Unless we change our identities, no one will even dare fight us.”

The truth was, the Knights of the Round Table possessed noble character—but that didn’t mean they were incapable of adapting.

The King was the same.

No kingdom can thrive on high-minded ideals alone. To be a great king requires vision, shrewd means, and the ability to quickly strategize in complex circumstances.

“All right, that’s settled!”

“We’ll use Lyon as our base, and build an absolute defensive line to hold back the demonic dragons and monsters!”

Artoria laid out her plan without hesitation.

Her decisiveness left Martha, the saint, both amazed and impressed. Whether or not the plan was perfect, at least she had a plan—and in a nation on the brink, any plan at all was a blessing.

“But I’ll need you to play along for this performance.”

Artoria addressed Martha, though her gaze lingered on Bluey.

—She wanted Bluey to help Martha in demolishing buildings and stirring up terror, but at the same time, to do everything possible to avoid civilian casualties, and to “retreat in a panic” at the critical moment.

“Yeah, I get it.”

“This is just about making a legend, right?”

Bluey caught her expectant look and nodded slightly.

Once again, it was the classic “chosen king saves the world” script—he was an expert by now.

Still, there was one thing that bothered him.

“This woman… she really gets under my scales.”

Bluey glanced at Martha, who was beaming with anticipation.

From this iron-fisted saint—whose looks were actually quite decent—he sensed something he deeply disliked.

Dragon Rider.

Because she’d once subdued the French Dragon, this saint had an A+ Riding skill, capable of commanding true dragons.

But Bluey wasn’t a dragonkin.

He was a true dragon.

And as a true dragon, he instinctively loathed dragon riders—especially those who lorded over dragonkin.

“I’ll cooperate with her as much as I can.”

“But I’m not letting her ride on me.”

Bluey huffed, spread his wings, and soared into the sky.

“Eh?”

“Why not?!”

Martha looked surprised—and a bit disappointed.

Darn, I thought I’d finally get a chance to ride that adorable white dragon!

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France
Lyon

Deliberately stalling, it took half a month for Bluey and Martha (disguised as a paladin) to reach the city.

In just those few weeks, the country had been utterly transformed.

—The Mad Enhanced Heroic Spirits worked with terrifying efficiency.

With the help of their flying dragons, these already-powerful spirits breached cities with little effort.

Rouen, Paris, Thiers, Vaucouleurs, La Charité… one grand city after another fell to their relentless advance.

Paradise was reduced to scorched earth, and even the souls of the dead found no rest—under Jeanne Alter’s power, they became mindless zombies and skeletons, doomed to wander this hellish land forever.

Lyon had become a lone sanctuary amid the chaos—but clearly, this haven would not last much longer.

“My lord, more and more refugees are arriving.”

“My lord, we’re running out of food.”

“My lord, dragons have been sighted to the southeast.”

“My lord, a scout reports an unidentified knight rapidly approaching—what should we do?”

“My lord…”

The anxious voices battered the ears of a man clad in shining silver armor.

He felt like his head was about to explode.

His name was Siegfried—the famed dragonslayer of Norse legend. Now summoned as a Saber to this land, tasked with saving it.

As a legendary hero, he possessed immense power.

But “governing a nation” was definitely not among his skills.

He was the sharpest of swords, but by no means a competent administrator. He could rescue a unit of soldiers from a horde of dragons, but managing a city—especially with supplies running out—was another matter entirely. He’d rather fight Fafnir again than deal with this.

“What about the merchants? There should still be merchants in the city—where’s all their stock?”

“My lord… the merchants refuse to sell us anything, even at twice the normal price.”

“Twice? They said themselves their goods are worth at least ten times the usual amount.”

“Damn it—they’re all after Rhinegold!”

The hero was furious, yet powerless.

He possessed the noblest self-sacrifice—but he could not bring himself to harm these selfish people.

Selfishness—wasn’t that, too, the defining trait of humanity?

“I’ll go fight.”

“Tell the people not to panic. It’s not the end yet.”

“No matter what happens… in the end, wait for me to return!”

He gazed out at the incoming swarm of flying dragons, darkening the sky like storm clouds, and once more gripped the weapon made for slaying dragons.

In that moment, his heart felt unexpectedly calm.

If only I could die in battle.

He knew such a wish was irresponsible, but the great hero, weary of mankind’s scheming even as the world ended, couldn’t help but yearn for it.

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