Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [66]

This really was a grand contest.

But instead of fighting to prove who was the strongest, it was a competition to see who was the weakest.

With the unspoken rule that no one wanted to be paired with Morgan, these knights—who could battle monsters with their bare hands—put on a show of astonishing incompetence in the hall.

The Knight of the Sun’s sword wobbled in his grip, the wild, fierce wolf-girl grew timid. Silent Gaheris and unflappable Agravain exchanged a glance—then, with a secret signal, both collapsed to the floor in perfect synchronization. Only Mordred, unable to find a partner to fake-faint with, was left making a dramatic scene—already prepared to brandish her weapon and rebel against her dazzling royal father all over again.

And what about Lancelot, also summoned as a Heroic Spirit?

No, no—no one dares to look directly at him under these circumstances.

“Enough!”

At last, just as this “glorious” knightly contest was devolving into complete farce, Morgan—seated beside Artoria—finally couldn’t hold back and barked a sharp command.

“Mordred—”

It was the first time she had ever called Mordred by name.

Yet somehow, it rolled off her tongue so naturally. Her pacing, tone, even the rumble beneath her voice all had the fierce majesty of a lioness.

“Mother—”

It was as if a lion cub had just been seized by the scruff of the neck.

Moments ago, Mordred had been bristling, ready to make a scene—now she shivered in an instant.

A magical sight indeed—who’d have thought the Rebellious Knight could be so obedient?

But then, it made perfect sense: Mordred’s rebellion was always aimed at her “radiant father”—she had never dared defy Morgan.

“Get over here, Mordred!”

“Yes, Mother! Coming right away!”

There was no hesitation; a single second’s delay would have been an insult to her own survival instincts.

In fact, wanting to really please Morgan, she literally rolled herself across the floor.

—And not a single person laughed at her.

Even Gawain, who’d always despised her most, could only look at the youngest “sibling” with genuine sympathy—though, truthfully, Gawain never considered her a sister, nor did Mordred ever see that big ape as her brother.

“All right, the rest of you, pair up. You have one hour to form your teams—come tell me your choices after breakfast.”

…

Breakfast was… less than peaceful.

Aside from the already-decided Mashu and the forcibly “loved” Mordred, the remaining knights began whispering among themselves, quietly seeking out their ideal teammates.

—Though honestly, the outcome had been pretty much decided from the very start.

For all the talk of “equality,” the Round Table was always rife with factions—a fact well known to all, and never hidden by Artoria.

Yes, they’d all gathered around a single wish, forming the “Round Table Knights,” but the idea of no factions was simply unrealistic.

To save Britain—that noble wish brought them together, but each had their own idea of what “salvation” meant, and how best to achieve it.

“Sir Bedivere, will you team up with me?”

“Of course, Sir Gawain.”

The first pair was Gawain and Bedivere.

—They were the diehard royalists, the kind who’d support the King’s every decision, no matter what.

“Sir Tristan?”

“Ah, Sir Lancelot—I can feel it, the same fate calls us both… That fate, to wither for the sake of a lady—how tragic, how poetic.”

The two knights, linked by similar destinies (and “hobbies”), found agreement almost instantly.

Kay, left out, felt quite disgruntled.

—Last night at the tavern they’d sworn eternal brotherhood, and now, just like that, he was being abandoned?

“Um… Sir Kay…”

“You? A little girl? Think you can handle it?”

“Of course I can, Sir Kay!”

Confronted by Kay’s skeptical look, Gareth instantly stood at attention.

This feeling… It’s so familiar. It’s just like the old days!

—Back when she wasn’t even a knight, she’d worked under Kay, serving as the cook in the dining hall, which earned her the nickname “Queen of the Kitchen.”

…

With breakfast over, the last two teams also formed.

Lamorak and Agravain made a classic combination—one in charge of the kingdom’s prisons, the other its laws, the infamous “everyone’s least favorite” duo.

As for Bors and Gaheris… well, both were the quiet types, the sort who could get along with anyone, so it only made sense they’d end up together.

“Excellent. Looks like everyone’s found their partner.”

“Let’s keep this simple. Here are the rules for the first round: over the next month, I want you to work together, help each other, and finish whatever jobs need doing.”

“A truly outstanding knight isn’t just measured by martial skill—your ability to serve the kingdom matters just as much.”

“Guinevere will be grading your work—the team with the highest score wins this stage.”

“And the team with the lowest score… will face punishment.”

“All right, let’s get started. My Chalk City doesn’t keep freeloaders.”

With that, the King finished briskly, then turned and strode out of the room.

Leaving behind a crowd of knights frozen in place, exchanging awkward looks—and Mashu Kyrielight, her eyes wide, face lit with anticipation.

“Um…”

Just as everyone started to rise and head out to work, Mash tugged at Bluey’s sleeve and quietly asked,

“Can I help too?”

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