Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [75]

“Well then, everyone, until we meet again.”

After Mashu, the bodies of the Round Table knights also turned to shimmering motes of light, returning to their seats among the Heroic Spirits.

Artoria waved goodbye to them.

There wasn’t much sadness on her face. She understood the bond she shared with her knights. That promise of “meeting again” was no empty comfort—whenever the King called, the loyal Knights of the Round Table would cross even the vast river of history to return to her side.

Still… it’s hard not to feel a bit of loss, after all.

The knights were gone.

The magician had vanished.

The tower, so lively just moments before, was suddenly empty and still.

It was just like her heart—so recently full of cares and noise, now left with a gaping emptiness.

She walked out of the tower and saw the fae children running and playing in Avalon’s meadows. For a moment, she considered organizing them into an elite guard—but she quickly abandoned that ridiculous idea.

She was no longer a king.

This secret paradise had no need for a king’s rule.

“So peaceful…”

It was a tranquility she’d never known in over thirty years of life.

No worries, nothing to plan—she just lay on Avalon’s grass, eyes closed, utterly carefree.

It almost felt like she could sleep forever.

But after five minutes—

“I… I can’t sleep.”

Artoria sat up and rubbed her cheeks.

She’d tried to convince herself to rest.

But it was as if another voice inside her kept whispering, “It’s not time to rest yet.” “Thirty is the age to fight for your dreams.” “There’s still so much left for you to do.”

“So this is why you can’t sleep at night and came looking for me?”

“Honestly—even a dragon needs their rest!”

Bluey opened his eyes, disgruntled.

That golden ahoge (idiot hair) on her head swayed in front of him, as if urging him to hurry up and make a decision.

“You can do it, can’t you?”

“I’ve already sensed it—that power that can break through time itself!”

Artoria spoke with certainty.

She had once become a wing, helping Bluey unlock his [Blue Eyes Abyss Dragon] form.

That was one of [Blue-Eyes White Dragon’s] ultimate forms.

A pure white dragon born from the infinite source of time, whose trembling wings rise amidst the chorus of intertwined souls—that phrase captured the essence of the [Blue Eyes Abyss Dragon] perfectly.

A white dragon with the power to cross eras, able to be summoned to different ages by unique souls.

A simplified “Throne of Heroes.”

“But it’s not so easy to summon me. Only very few people could possibly have a connection to me.”

“Wait… I actually do sense something.”

As it turned out, the one advantage of this planet was its sheer population.

As long as there were enough people, even the rarest possibilities could become reality.

But… should he answer this call?

From the summoner’s voice, Bluey could already sense an emotion of despair and rage.

He blinked at Artoria.

“Eh? I’m not being summoned as a hero to save the world, but as a villain to destroy it?”

Artoria was genuinely surprised.

Bluey had thought she would refuse such a summons without hesitation.

But to his shock—

“Of course I’m going!”

“I’d like to see what it’s like, waiting for someone to save me while surrounded by darkness and despair.”

“Eh? Eh? Eh?!”

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1431 A.D
France
Orléans

This had once been a city of heroes. Just a year ago, a holy maiden descended from heaven led a ragged band of soldiers to defeat the English invaders here, inspiring all of France.

But who could have predicted—

In just one year, the saint who saved her country would fall and become the witch bent on destroying it.

“Burn! Burn! Burn!”

“Let my rage consume everything!”

The white-haired witch, commanding dragons out of place in this era, unleashed her fury upon the city.

Buildings crumbled. People perished. Everything of value was laid to waste—including the country she had once sworn her life to protect.

…

“Your Highness, how do you feel?”

Amid the flames, a sorcerer with bulging eyes stood behind the Dragon Witch, inquiring about her mood.

“It’s boring.”

“And… it makes me want to laugh.”

“Thinking about how I once risked my life for these fools—it’s just funny now.”

The Dragon Witch answered bluntly.

She was tired of killing—her anger could never be sated by merely destroying a city or slaughtering ordinary people.

“Gilles, isn’t there a faster way?”

“I don’t want to stay in this country, on this land, another minute!”

The former saint, now the witch, didn’t bother to hide her disgust.

And that was exactly what the sorcerer, Gilles de Rais, longed to see.

“But of course, Your Highness. There is a way!”

The magician led the witch to the city’s central plaza.

There, a summoning array was already prepared, waiting for her to activate it.

“Please, Your Highness.”

“Use this city as a sacrifice—you’ll call forth the ally you desire.”

Jeanne d’Arc Alter stood at the heart of the ritual.

Sensing her surge of magical energy, the array activated instantly.

Key concepts extracted:

France. Dragon.

Thus, any Heroic Spirit summoned to this land would inevitably be connected to these two concepts.

VMMM—

Dark mana roared above the array.

Seven Heroic Spirits, their bodies shrouded in darkness, slowly opened their eyes—some confused, some eager.

“…Why am I dressed like this?”

Summoned alongside them, Artoria glanced at the full suit of armor concealing even her face, wondering why she needed such extreme protection.

“Shh, keep your voice down.”

“You don’t want the world to know the Knight King is sneaking around doing shady business, do you?”

Bluey, summoned as well, had shrunk his size to a mere three or four meters and donned a new persona:

[Paladin of White Dragon]

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T/N: this is basically them frfr

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