Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [70]

It was an unremarkable figure.

Small and slight, she sat at the very end of the Round Table—so delicate that most people overlooked her entirely.

But in that same moment, her presence felt as immense as a mountain.

She rarely spoke; even when she did, her voice was soft.

Yet every word she uttered now resounded like thunder.

“Your Majesty, all this chaos was caused by you!”

No one had expected that this half-grown girl would dare, in front of all the Knights of the Round Table, to rebuke the King herself. Everyone was stunned—then quickly shot her some very unfriendly looks.

If not for the Round Table’s “never raise a hand against a woman” oath, some knights might have already acted to defend the King’s honor.

“Ga… Mashu, what are you saying? Hurry and apologize to the King!”

Lancelot was perhaps the only knight to speak up for Mashu.

But Mashu was having none of it—in fact, she turned her fire on him next.

“Sir Lancelot, do you think you’re blameless?”

“As the King’s finest knight, I can’t believe you didn’t see Her Majesty’s mistake. And I refuse to believe you didn’t realize you have no talent for managing the royal stores.”

“But you said nothing, did nothing. You just went along with it, watching as this once-prosperous kingdom slipped into chaos—Sir Lancelot, is that really the behavior of the King’s most trusted knight?!”

Mashu’s voice rang out, unwavering.

She herself didn’t know where this strength had come from, nor how her words had suddenly become so sharp—just a month ago, she could barely hold a proper conversation, shy and tongue-tied. But today, surrounded by the greatest knights of the age, she could speak her mind boldly and unflinchingly.

Wait—no, hang on.

Suddenly, something flashed across Mashu’s mind like lightning.

Not anyone else’s advice—just what you truly think.

Don’t worry about anything else. Just say what’s in your heart.

Bluey’s words echoed in her mind. Words she hadn’t understood then, but that now snapped perfectly into place.

And at that moment—

Vmmm—

A powerful violet light of magical energy erupted from Mashu Kyrielight, the “perfectly ordinary” girl.

That pure, noble color was the sign—the Heroic Spirit within her was finally responding to her heart.

CRACK—CRACK—CRACK—

Deep purple armor, woven from magical energy, formed piece by piece around Mashu, transforming her from a frail girl into a radiant valkyrie.

But what truly caught everyone’s eye was not the armor, but the massive snow-white shield that suddenly appeared in her hand—taller than she was.

This shield was a symbol of the Round Table, but even more, it embodied this knight’s true role:

“To unite the other knights, guiding them down the right path.”

“To correct the mistakes of the King and her fellow knights, and to fight against their errors!”

Feeling the lingering power of that Heroic Spirit within her, the girl looked up, her eyes apologetic as she met the gaze of the King, who wore a faint, knowing smile.

—The final knight of the Round Table had finally arrived.

Artoria looked at the girl with a look of genuine delight.

—Truthfully, this transformation had taken her by surprise. It wasn’t what she’d planned at all; she’d intended for Guinevere to play the martyr this time… But it didn’t matter. Anyone was welcome to call out her mistakes. She wasn’t so small-minded as to be unable to accept criticism.

Especially not when, this time, her “mistake” was intentional.

“Ah, so that’s how it is.”

Even knowing everything, Artoria played along, following Mashu’s lead.

“Sir Bedivere excels at diplomacy—no wonder the officials like working with him.”

“Agravain is unwaveringly just, so his presence inspires respect for the law.”

“Sir Kay is frugal and shrewd—a perfect fit for managing the treasury.”

“And Sir Lancelot, Sir Gawain…”

“Failing to put people where their talents shine—that is my mistake!”

Artoria bowed her head, offering a sincere apology to all.

—Which only deepened the guilt in the knights’ hearts.

“My King, please… say no more…”

It was Gawain, ever loyal, who first lowered his head, unable to meet Artoria’s eyes.

As one of the knights who’d followed her longest, he knew exactly what she was doing.

“Her mistake was only a pretense—her real goal was to remind us all.”

“The Round Table doesn’t belong to just one person, nor does Camelot exist for the King alone.”

“All thirteen of us, King included, have strengths and flaws—each one of us is irreplaceable.”

“Only by uniting, each performing our proper role, did we build a nation—and forge our glorious age.”

Gawain understood it now.

And he understood why Artoria had done it: the fight before them would require all thirteen knights, united. That was why Artoria had spent two months mending the rift between himself and Sir Lancelot—so that, when the time came, they could stand side by side again.

“My King, I can’t let go of my grudge against Lancelot.”

“But if it’s truly necessary, I’ll use my holy sword to clear the path for him.”

Gawain declared it openly.

“Oh, Sir Gawain.”

“I’m so glad to hear you say that.”

Artoria gave him a bright, heartfelt smile.

Then, looking around at the other knights, her expression grew grave and resolute once more.

“Personal grudges can wait. Now, there’s a matter of the world’s fate to discuss.”

“In the name of the King, I declare—Round Table Conference, commence!”

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