Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [73]

A god once made a covenant with the King.

An everlasting vow.

Artoria Pendragon.

As long as you remain this country’s king, as long as you wish to be its king—then I will uphold your ideal kingdom for you. I promise you: as long as your noble domain stands, the ruin and devastation of the world’s end shall never come.

That voice, steady and resolute, was a vow carved into the very fabric of heaven and earth.

The god kept his promise.

In this age fated for destruction, on the eve of the end of the Age of Gods, the deity had willingly cast aside his divine brilliance, sinking into the mire of curses and despair, simply to fulfill the covenant with His king.

He had done it well—so well there could be no better.

—But the more he did so, the more Artoria suffered.

Only now did she finally understand what Merlin had meant by, “You taught him too well.”

It was never really his dream.

It was just my ideal.

To make a foolish girl’s naïve dream come true, he used his own body to bear the weight of the world.

Artoria felt a bittersweet mix of comfort and sorrow.

From beginning to end, the little dragon had never done what he truly wished, or what he was meant to do.

The king’s ideals had become chains, binding him tightly to this land—trapping him in a prison named “Britain.”

—He never had to become this.

—He was never meant to shoulder all this.

—He was never meant to be a god.

At least I realized it before it was too late.

Don’t worry, I’ll set you free from this prison of “divinity.”

Fly, you are the freest of dragons. Go, do what you truly wish to do.

The King of the End times raised the holy lance that signified the world’s twilight, determined to bring it all to a perfect close.

Farewell, O god!

She bid farewell to the god who had aided her so greatly.

And at the same time, she was saying goodbye to the version of herself who once clung to those lofty ideals.

—This land no longer needs a god.

—And neither does it need a sacred king.

…

Artoria hurled the holy lance with all her strength.

The golden spear shot through the sky like a radiant meteor, striking the body of the dragon dead center.

—Of course, with the dragon’s body now nearly the size of Britain itself, missing would have been difficult.

BOOM—

The instant the spear touched the dragon, its power was unleashed, transforming into a column of light that bridged heaven and earth.

[Rhongomyniad]—The Lance That Shines to the End of the World, a lance meant to pin down the very surface of the world, capable of piercing even concepts themselves.

And this was precisely what Artoria hoped for.

The holy lance pierced the dragon’s body, yet it did not take his life—instead, it struck at his divinity, and at all the despair and curses entwined around him.

ROAR—

The moment the spear struck, Bluey felt a surge of excruciating pain.

It was agony like being flayed alive, every fiber screaming, even his soul trembling.

But at the same time, his body felt lighter, brighter.

“He’s… shrinking?”

“No, wait—there’s something inside that dragon, struggling to break free.”

The knights looked up, watching the immense dragon twist and thrash across the sky.

All that despair and those curses transformed once more into black sludge, instantly engulfing the dragon’s body.

Yet in the midst of that dreadful despair, a white dragon struggled to unfurl its wings, trying with all its might to break free of the mire.

“Can he get free?”

The knights saw the white dragon’s desperate struggle.

He beat his four wings, lifting himself ever so slightly into the sky—there was a glimmer of hope.

But the black sludge below clung to him like the strongest glue, refusing to let go, keeping him bound.

Of course. How could it be so easy to break free?

These curses aren’t just some trash you can throw away on a whim.

If he once chose to bear these curses for the sake of victory, then now, to cast them aside, he would have to pay a price equal to that victory.

But what did he have left to give?

—Facing curses that clung as tenaciously as bone-deep maggots, even Bluey felt a wave of despair.

He’d exhausted every last option, but still couldn’t think of a way to break free… Was he to end up like the “Dragon of Albion,” abandoning his own body and fleeing to the Astral Sea as a soul, just to survive?

No. That won’t be necessary.

Suddenly, Artoria’s voice rang out from the earth below.

You’ve done so much for me.

Now, it’s my turn to help you.

“Merlin, have you found the dagger yet?”

“Heh heh heh, I never fail!”

A rather bedraggled magician came tumbling down from the sky, clutching a golden dagger in his hand.

—[Erosion, the Golden Blade].

Artoria took the dagger.

With the other knights watching in confusion, she unhesitatingly released the power of the dagger.

“I entrust this body to you—become your new wings!”

“Fly toward the future—soar as high as you can!”

Artoria cried out, plunging the dagger into her own body.

In the next instant, her soul burst free, soaring up to join the white dragon—transforming into a new, gleaming wing upon his back.

The fifth wing!

ROAR—!

The white dragon beat his wings, and a new surge of power erupted from his body, scattering the clinging black sludge in an explosion of freedom.

How beautiful…

The knights stared in awe at the white dragon soaring through the sky, never having seen such a wondrous creature.

The dragon’s body was still immense, blotting out the sun, but gone was the clumsy, grotesque bulk—now he was slender, graceful, worthy of the words elegant and dreamlike.

And the five wings upon his back radiated the purest light the world had ever seen. In their glow, the terrible black sludge fled as if before its greatest nemesis, vanishing completely, leaving no trace behind.

Power of purest white, drawn from the wellspring of endless time—wings that tremble in the chorus of souls, emerging from the blue abyss!

[Ding! Congratulations, host—form unlocked: Blue-Eyes Abyss Dragon].

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