Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [60]

Morgan was overthinking things.

As a proud red dragon princess, she worried about the intelligence of her offspring.
But what she didn’t know was this: every one of her five so-called “children”—including the one she was currently most satisfied with, Agravain—wanted nothing to do with her.

Witch of Britain. Vengeful sorceress. The woman who brought about Camelot’s downfall...

With so many ominous titles hanging over her name, it was no surprise that all the children she’d once raised with her own hands kept a polite but pointed distance from her.

And yet—Agravain still came.

Shouldering immense pressure, he came to meet this version of his mother from a parallel world, for one purpose only:

To confirm something with his own eyes—

How close was this “mother”… to becoming truly inhuman?

…

A few minutes later.

Having finished her alchemical preparations, Morgan emerged from the cramped potion lab and stepped into the garden behind the temple.

Her steps were unhurried. The sharp edge from before had faded, replaced by a different kind of aura—majestic like a valkyrie, ethereal like a fae.

It was proof that she stood on the threshold of godhood.

Over thirty years of accumulation had brought the island’s will within her to a restless boil.
She was doing everything she could to suppress it, but the day it would break free… was drawing near.

Thankfully, the island’s will inside her was not the same as the one that had driven Vortigen. Hers did not embody destruction or despair.

That alone had bought her time—just enough time.

“Yo. Idiots holding a meeting?”

With her usual bluntness, she sauntered over to the stone table and unceremoniously claimed the seat that had belonged to Gareth.

Gareth didn’t complain. She just scooted over and squeezed in next to Mashu.

Behind her, Agravain stood quietly, watching Morgan raise the freshly brewed green potion and down it in one go.

A familiar scene.

In his previous life—or more precisely, before he had become a Knight of the Round, back when he was still being “trained” by Morgan—he’d seen this exact sight nearly every day.

But this version of Morgan… was different.

This Morgan didn’t live sealed away in some damp, dark dungeon, surrounded by torture devices.

Her lab was tight but functional, filled with herbs and starlight. When she opened the window, sunlight poured in. A fresh breeze carried the scent of magic.

Even her so-called “insults” to others now came with a strange awkwardness—clumsy attempts at warmth, wrapped in thorns.

“So? What ridiculous idea has that naïve little sister of mine come up with this time—so foolish she’s summoning Heroic Spirits?”

What she meant, of course, was:

I’m already prepared to clean up her mess.

…

The next while could only be described as… peaceful.
No, more than that—

It was genuine family warmth.

Gareth took the lead in chatting with Morgan, answering her many pointed questions with cheerful patience.

And surprisingly, the Witch Queen seemed quite pleased.

Her daughter was vibrant, open, well-mannered—exactly how she imagined a girl should be.

Far better than that gloomy, purple-haired girl next to her who couldn’t string three sentences together.

Meanwhile, Agravain stood behind her in silence.

He listened attentively as mother and daughter talked, carefully gathering details and fragments of truth.

Then, suddenly, he lifted his head.

His eyes locked onto Bluey, who was seated nearby.

Bluey met his gaze.

Though the knight maintained a calm expression, Bluey could see it clearly—beneath the surface, a storm was raging.

Ever since absorbing the curse and despair embedded within this island, Bluey had become extraordinarily sensitive to emotions—especially negative ones.

And what he sensed now from Agravain… was pain.

Not physical pain.

But the pain of watching his ideals come true—only to be the one forced to destroy them.

The pain of knowing he could have simply played dumb, faithfully serving the perfect king of his dreams…

Yet still, he opened those all-seeing eyes of his and chose to uncover the cruelest truths.

To fight in pursuit of truth.

It wasn’t just a restriction engraved upon the Twelve Restraints of Rhongomyniad.

It was the vow Agravain had lived by for his entire life.

And now, that vow was close to bursting forth once more.

…

But just then—

“Eh? Everyone’s gathered here? Is this afternoon tea?”

Like the wind stirring chimes, a crisp, melodic voice rang out from the garden entrance.

A beautiful princess stood there, peering curiously at the group around the stone table.

The moment she spotted Gareth, she lit up and ran, throwing herself into the young knight’s arms.

“Q-Queen—Your Highness…!”

Gareth jolted, instinctively blurting out the formal title.

Then she froze. Right. In this world, Guinevere hadn’t married the King.

She fell silent.

Fortunately, Guinevere didn’t seem to mind at all.

“Lady Morgan, is this your daughter? She’s adorable!”

Having just returned from the palace, and already briefed by Artoria, Guinevere had wasted no time in racing to the temple.

Her intentions were clear:

Meet the Round Table knights from parallel worlds.

And—perhaps more importantly—poke fun at her dearest old friend.

"—Wow. Who would’ve guessed? The Ice Queen of Camelot turned out to be super fertile. Five kids in one go!"

“Better that than being a faithless wife who mentally cheats on her husband!”

“Oh, shut up, you!”

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