Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [76]

At last, my comrades have arrived.

I am your Master—Jeanne d’Arc Alter!

Destruction and slaughter—that is my command to you.

If there is a thriving street, lay it to waste.

If there is a living, vibrant village, trample it underfoot.

No matter how evil, no matter how cruel—

God will forgive you, won’t He?

Even if divine punishment awaits us in the end, so be it.

For that itself is proof of God’s existence—and His love for mankind!

…

This was not a normal Heroic Spirit summoning.

Because of the witch’s seething rage, every summoned Heroic Spirit was shrouded in a faint, swirling black mist.

[Mad Enhancement]

Whether a noble saint or a wild god—under this madness, none could fully preserve their own will, forced instead to obey Jeanne Alter’s orders.

—Except for Bluey.

“It’s not affecting you?”

“Relax, relax. Just a girl’s anger, that’s all. Compared to the curses of all Britain, this sort of madness is nothing—it’s child’s play.”

The now-miniature white dragon whispered with Artoria, who was completely encased in metal armor.

Their class—well, her class—was Saber, summoned by virtue of their bond with “dragons” to serve as one of Jeanne Alter’s six enforcers.

“What’s up with this girl? I feel like we really don’t get along at all!”

Artoria frowned as she watched Jeanne Alter’s rebellious figure.

This “don’t get along” wasn’t dislike—it was that innate sense of being at odds, like a stray cat crossing paths with a street dog. Rarely would they meet, but when they did, sparks were bound to fly.

“Hmm… If it’s not just because she’s ‘Altered,’ maybe it’s because she once fought against the English invaders?”

“And you… were the King of Britain.”

“Huh? England? Invaders?”

“Yep. But don’t worry—these days the English aren’t Celtic anymore. The main ethnic group is Anglo-Saxon.”

“!!!”

Artoria’s eyes went wide at this unbelievable news.

A sudden killing aura radiated from her—this was the same intensity she’d carried through a dozen bloody wars to drive the Saxons from her island, willing to turn all of Britain into a mountain of corpses to do it.

She’d once believed she’d succeeded.

But who could have imagined—the Saxons would return after her departure, and truly seize her land!

And those detestable Saxons—after stealing the island, they kept invading other lands too!

“Then let me be the one to defeat them!”

Suddenly, an intense fighting spirit welled up from Artoria. The aura of someone who believed she was invincible in battle caught even the Dragon Witch’s attention.

—Massacring defenseless civilians, destroying vibrant towns—such things the noble King of Knights could never bring herself to do.

—But to face the despicable Saxon invaders in a fair fight? She’d show everyone just what a slayer of invaders looked like.

“Wow, that’s the spirit. I like it!”

Jeanne Alter, seeing the sudden burst of fighting spirit from the dragon knight, nodded approvingly.

Yes. This was exactly the effect she’d wanted.

…

The Dragon Witch finished delivering her orders.

At the same time, she granted these summoned Heroic Spirits the most basic “command” authority.

The flying dragons—beings summoned by her banner—could be freely used by the Heroic Spirits as soldiers, clearing obstacles from their path.

Artoria refused their help.

Or rather, Bluey flatly refused to cooperate with these lesser creatures—dragons in name only, little more than overgrown lizards.

“Let’s find a way to get rid of them.”

“And there’s a big one too—if we get a chance, take it out as well.”

“Just the thought of breathing the same air as these things makes me want to puke.”

Bluey muttered quietly to Artoria.

Maybe all dragons really are arrogant—they naturally look down on lesser dragonkin, and are even more hostile to those close to their own level.

“What about the civilians?”

“We need to figure out a way to protect them!”

Artoria, ever the chivalrous knight, was preoccupied with the fate of the common people—even now, she couldn’t help worrying about their safety.

“If it really bothers you, we could just take out Jeanne Alter directly.”

“Sure, she’s the Master, but her Command Spells can’t affect me—”

Bluey’s tone was casual.

Having left behind the nightmare-level dungeon that was Britain, suddenly the world felt refreshingly simple.

The Dragon Witch, Avenger Jeanne—such a terrifying title, but in raw strength she probably couldn’t match Scathach tossing a spear. As for world-ending threat? She was nothing compared to the despair and curses that once tried to halt the march of history.

The only real threat was the dragon Fafnir, summoned alongside Jeanne Alter—but Bluey was confident he could win. In fact, he’d come to this era precisely to defeat that monster.

“We could solve this problem directly.”

“If you want to.”

Bluey’s suggestion was simple and direct—but also the most effective.

Artoria gave it serious thought—but in the end, she shook her head, rejecting the “solve it with violence” approach.

“No.”

“That might fix things here… but it wouldn’t solve the real problem.”

Artoria looked after the black figure riding away atop a dragon, eyes filled with a sympathy born from understanding the truth.

“She deserves to be saved too.”

“We have to find a way… to free her from this abyss of hatred.”

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