Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [67]

Chalk City
Hall of Light

Yesterday, the temple was full of bustle and laughter, but today it had suddenly fallen silent.

No one came to disturb. No one came to pray. No one even showed up to shout “get out!”—

“So boring.”

Wenna sprawled lazily across a stone table in the garden, sunbathing, her fingers tapping a crisp, aimless rhythm against the stone.

“That girl really is too naïve… Anyone could see it’s a trap, and yet she just dove in with a smile.”

Thinking back on Mashu’s “waaah!” as she rushed out, as if there was a bar of gold waiting for her, Wenna couldn’t help but sigh at the energy of youth—and quietly admit to herself that she really was getting old.

Working for free, just for the joy of the experience—even the other Round Table knights, when faced with such a spirited little girl, couldn’t help but shake their heads and sigh inwardly, “She’s making us all look bad.”

Bluey, on the other hand, was genuinely surprised.

“You could tell it was a trap?”

He looked at his only “subject”—he really hadn’t expected that the woman who once tried to stab Scathach with a knife had quietly grown into a “tactician” type.

“Come on, o mighty god. I’m not as clever as you all, sure—but that doesn’t mean I’m a fool.”

Wenna, still sprawled on the table, raised her head and shot Bluey a pointed look.

“It’s obvious the King is training her retainers… Hmph, what a bunch of blockhead knights—spinning themselves in circles just for some completely worthless title, ready to fight to the death over a little bit of so-called ‘honor’.”

Wenna cut straight to the heart of it.

Yes—honor, or “titles.”

A thing Wenna saw as completely worthless, but to the knights of the Round Table, it was more important than life itself.

No one wanted to lose, especially not to rivals they’d clashed with before. If they could, they’d stomp their nemesis into the dirt forever.

Of course, Artoria’s real aim wasn’t to see which knight could stand above the rest.

As King, her purpose was simple and unwavering—to maintain stability in the Round Table, and in the kingdom as a whole.

Wenna understood that well enough. Even if she didn’t always grasp Artoria’s methods, she could recognize a trap—and how the knights would end up dancing in circles because of their King.

—But none of that really mattered.

That was between Artoria and her knights. Wenna didn’t care, nor was it her place to care.

Right now, only one thing truly concerned Wenna.

“God.”

She pushed herself up from the table, no longer lazy but sitting up straight—her face serious, almost mournful.

“Something happened, didn’t it? That’s why you’re planning to leave, isn’t it?”

This time, Bluey was genuinely taken aback.

He swore—he’d never breathed a word to Wenna about leaving. He hadn’t so much as hinted at it.

Yet she’d sensed it immediately.

Had someone told her? Or had she pieced it together from all the little details?

“Think about it, it’s not hard to guess, is it?”

“Those Heroic Spirits—there’s no reason for them to just show up in this world.”

“And they’re so close to Morgan—but this world has no trace that they ever existed here.”

“And then there’s the story Mashu told, about things that happened fifteen hundred years in the future.”

“When you put it all together… Even Fou could figure out there’s something wrong with this era, with this country.”

Wenna glanced at the white little beast perched on Bluey’s shoulder, greeting it rather bluntly.

“Fou (Idiot woman)—”

“Fou fou fou fou (I’ve known for ages)!”

Fou let out a few agitated yelps.

The truth was, this little white beast had noticed Bluey’s problem long ago—second only to Merlin.

But what could he do? He couldn’t exactly speak!

Ignoring Fou’s protests,

Bluey and Wenna locked eyes.

Wenna stared hard into Bluey’s eyes, as if hoping to see the answer—only to find his gaze so deep, his soul so powerful, that after just a few seconds she felt dizzy.

“To dare gaze upon the light of a god—even that alone should be enough to condemn you to hell,”

Bluey chided his only subordinate, putting on a stern act.

But Wenna’s face showed no fear, only rising excitement.

“So you’re planning to go to hell, huh? Is that why you want me to scout things out for you ahead of time?”

“Dream on! I’m headed for heaven—if anyone’s going to hell, it’s you, all by yourself!”

“Huh? Don’t say that—haven’t you ruined enough of hell? Or do you plan to turn heaven into hell, too?”

Pointless bickering.

This wasn’t the first time, nor would it be the last.

But for once, Wenna got to hear the answer she’d been hoping for—

“I don’t know what’s happened. I don’t know why you’re suddenly planning to leave.”

“But wherever it is—heaven or hell—you’ll take me with you, won’t you?”

“You won’t just leave me behind, right?”

She looked up, searching Bluey’s eyes again, a little desperate.

His divine authority was still overwhelming.

But at the same time, Wenna’s own eyes shone with blue light, letting her meet the god’s gaze without flinching.

Of course—she had no reason to turn away.

Because she was already bound to the will of her god—his will had merged into her soul, become an inseparable part of her life.

“…Ah.”

Looking at Wenna like this, Bluey was silent for a long time. At last, he nodded.

“My wings… will carry your future, too.”

He promised her, solemnly.

And in that unseen place—upon the white dragon still wrestling with curses and despair—a brand new, pristine white wing began to unfurl. For that dragon, nearly swallowed by darkness, it was the first sign of change in a long, long time.

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