Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [56]

Citadel was a vast city—very vast.
From the outset, this city built by humans and fae had been designed as a fortress-city capable of housing a hundred thousand people.

Even now, with only about thirty percent of its capacity actually inhabited—by modern standards, it’d be classified as a ghost town—it was undeniable that this marble-white city was the most thriving, vibrant, and welcoming place on the entire island.

"The Floral Capital, Camelot"—that’s likely how future generations would remember this place.

“So tired…”

After walking for roughly twenty minutes, Mashu’s face had begun to flush, her breath turning ragged.

This, of course, was because her physical condition was, frankly, terrible.

Created under the lofty banner of “saving the world,” she’d grown up in a sterile chamber.
Her body was fragile—barely half as strong as a normal girl her age.

Even so, despite reaching her physical limit, she stubbornly refused to stop.
It was as if she were trying to squeeze out every last ounce of strength to keep going.

The sights and sounds of the bustling city unfolded before her eyes—
so vivid, so new, that she didn’t even dare blink.

“Take a break.”

Bluey could see the exhaustion in her, and more importantly, the longing hidden in her eyes.

—She didn’t want to just “watch” anymore.

She wanted to engage with this city, to live in it, even if only for a day.

“There’s a fruit wine shop just up ahead. Their stuff’s not bad.”

“And if it’s you, they’ll probably give you a cup for free.”

“Eh?! Really?!”

Of course they would.

That had been Artoria’s decree upon the city’s completion—and even more so, it had become an unspoken rule upheld and fiercely embraced by the locals:

Outsiders—whether Britons from another kingdom, Saxons or Picts, or even Romans from far across the sea— as long as they arrived in this city as guests, they would be welcomed with warmth and pride.

“Behold! This is our sacred Camelot—this is the grandeur of the Citadel!”

“This glory shall not be ours alone—let the world see what a magnificent age we live in!”

…

Thirty minutes later.

Bluey and Mashu finally managed to escape from the overwhelming energy of the city’s commercial district.

In their hands was a small barrel of berry wine—though it was far from the only thing they’d left with.

A well-meaning resident had handed them a woven basket filled with offerings:
three loaves of bread, a pair of grilled chicken legs, a generous handful of pine nuts, and a smattering of other knick-knacks.

“Are the people in this city always this friendly to outsiders?”

Sitting on a park bench, Mashu was clearly no longer the nervous girl she’d been at the start.
Lounging a bit unladylike across the stone table, she sipped at her wine in small, steady mouthfuls, catching her breath.

The little white creature, Fou, had already hopped over to the basket and was expertly cracking open pine nuts like a seasoned pro.

“It’s like heaven…”

The refreshing taste of the wine cooled the anxiety in her chest, while a clearer understanding of the city began to form in her heart:

A city that shouldn’t exist in the real world. A city so perfect it feels like an illusion.

That was the conclusion Mashu arrived at after some quiet reflection.

To be fair, she had grown up in Chaldea, and had never seen a real human city for herself.
But that didn’t make her naïve—only sheltered.

She’d read books. She’d browsed the internet. She’d studied the world through every source available.

And she could swear—no matter how advanced humanity might be in the 21st century—there was no modern city where the people were this harmonious, this hospitable.

Where pride didn’t morph into arrogance, and where locals could welcome outsiders without condescension or fear.

Even with so little time here, Mashu already loved this city.

Loved this atmosphere—peaceful, vibrant, quietly hopeful.

—No one could possibly hate a city like this.

And yet, as she marveled at the beauty of this place, another thought crept into her mind.
A quiet whisper she couldn’t ignore:

“Can a city like this… really exist in the modern world?”

…

The Round Table Hall, Royal Palace.

Since the completion of this new council chamber, today marked the first time it had ever been this lively.

Sir Kay, Bedivere, Lamorak, Tristan, Percival, Bors.
Gawain, Gareth, Gaheris, Agravain, Mordred, Lancelot.

Six knights summoned into this world.
Six more, returned from the Throne of Heroes.

Along with their King, Artoria—
and the wizard who served as her advisor, Merlin.

Only one seat remained empty: the “Knight of Calamity,” absent due to special circumstances.

Every other Round Table knight was present.

But to be honest, this was not some heartwarming “reunion of old friends.”

There was no air of harmony or camaraderie among these knights.
In fact, the tension was palpable—and a few swords had very nearly been drawn.

Take Gawain and Lancelot, for instance.
If not for Artoria’s timely intervention, the Sun Knight’s holy blade would already have been ablaze.

“In any case, that’s the situation, everyone.”

“I understand some of you have… unresolved grievances.”

“But I must ask you: do not shed blood in this city.”

“The Sacred Domain must remain untainted. The realm of mortals has no place for violence. Let your swords honor their purpose—our cause cannot suffer the stain of infighting.”

Artoria spoke with solemn weight.

—This was a warning.

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