Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [61]

Guinevere’s arrival brought a sudden burst of liveliness to the once-quiet garden.

There was a special charm about her. On the surface, she seemed every bit the calm and elegant princess archetype, yet wherever she went, a light and effortless joy seemed to follow.

In truth, that was one of the key reasons she became the “Queen.”

Guinevere’s presence infused new vitality into this kingdom built solely of knights.

In the original Kingdom of Camelot, Artoria, as King, was essentially a genderless machine of rule. She governed the realm with absolute reason, calculating every benefit and loss to flawless precision.

That style of rule, of course, could make a kingdom flourish in the short term—but over time, it inevitably bred resentment among the people. After all, who could ever truly accept being ruled by a heartless machine?

That was why she married Guinevere—a queen who could bring “humanity” to this nation.

—And yet, that was precisely the fuse that led to the kingdom’s destruction.

“Damn it!”

Watching Guinevere now, already seated beside Morgan and joining in their “free conversation,” Agravain, standing behind them, could no longer suppress the agony gnawing at him. Instinctively, he pressed a hand to his heart.

He remembered something terrible:

In Camelot, nearly every Knight of the Round Table knew about Guinevere and Lancelot’s “affair.” But for one reason or another, everyone pretended otherwise.

—Even King Artoria herself never said a word!

But he, Agravain—the knight who had spent his whole life in pursuit of truth—was the one who exposed this “secret that seemed light as a feather, but once weighed, could crush a thousand mountains.”

He revealed the truth.

And the price was the breaking of the Round Table—and the fall of Camelot.

Was it really worth it?

He couldn’t help but ask himself this question, but no answer ever brought him peace.

And now, it wasn’t over. A new, even more terrifying problem had appeared before him.

Bluey.

He watched the man seated by the stone table, quietly cradling the white beast named Fou in his arms as he listened to the others’ conversation.

As the King’s most trusted chamberlain, Agravain was certain: in the Camelot he knew, no such man ever existed!

In other words, this man was the one who had twisted history and called forth the Round Table Knights to this land—the culprit.

“He’s an anomaly.”

Like an experienced mechanic, Agravain saw the root of the issue at a glance—truth-seeking as ever.

Yet, looking at this idyllic kingdom, and at the mother whose face always wore a mask of impatience yet never truly left his side… Could he really say, “This is wrong”?

Was this truly what he wanted? A broken Britain, Camelot in ruins, a King sobbing amid a mountain of corpses and rivers of blood?

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The pain was too much. Agravain shut his eyes.

He took several deep breaths. Only when the ache in his chest eased and his clouded mind grew clearer did he open them again.

But what lay before him was no longer that sun-drenched, laughter-filled garden.

It was a space of absolute white.

Bluey—the man he had judged “wrong”—stood in that white expanse, watching him with an expression full of appreciation.

“This is my inner domain.”

“But don’t get the wrong idea—it wasn’t me who brought you here.”

“Your own soul resonated with this place, and you entered by yourself.”

“It’s impressive, really. You didn’t investigate anything, yet you immediately found the right answer.”

Bluey praised Agravain’s keen eyes.

A man who spent his whole life seeking truth; after becoming a Heroic Spirit, that wish had crystallized into a power.

Before his gaze, no “evil” could hide.

—Yet now, he saw no evil at all.

Agravain stared, almost blankly, at the man before him—or rather, at the white dragon.

He could see the curses and despair clinging to the dragon’s body, the most wicked and terrifying things in this world.

Yet none of them could ever taint the dragon’s form. Amid all that curse and despair, Bluey’s being remained sacred, shining with the light of purity.

“What’s wrong, stunned?”

“You really underestimated me!”

“I am Bluey. Even should I hold up Camelot with one hand and bear the wrath and curses of this entire isle on my back, I will remain invincible in this world!”

He said it with a tone bordering on playful mockery.

Well, truthfully, Bluey was joking.

He was far from invincible—at the very least, he couldn’t defeat that purple old witch just yet.

But Agravain simply nodded in conviction.

He believed Bluey’s words—but at the same time, his face grew even more pained, more conflicted.

He’s not wrong, either.

That noble ideal… There’s nothing wrong with it.

Now, he understood it all.

The King he remembered—unrecognized by others, condemned to die alone—had, in this parallel world, finally found a true companion who shared her ideals.

Together, the two of them had used their extraordinary might to forcefully rewrite the ending, building a genuine paradise on earth atop what should have been the ruined Isle of Britain.

What a beautiful country this is.

If only he could, Agravain truly wished the King of Knights he knew could see this land.

If the King could see it… surely, she would smile—a true smile.

That was what Agravain wished for.

Meanwhile, behind him, a chain appeared—its head sharpened like a lance, silent and unnoticed.

—But its target was not the smiling god before him.

It was his own throat.

He was ready to kill himself.

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T/N: AGRAVAIN??

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