Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [59]

Citadel, Chapel of Light.

At the grand, solemn entrance to the temple, the knight serving as guide came to a stop.

“Sir Gareth, Sir Agravain, we’ve arrived.”

“Once you enter, take the corridor to the right. Walk about one hundred and fifty steps, and you’ll find Her Highness Morgan’s chambers.”

“I’ll stop here. The King still requires my assistance—ah, and do make sure to attend the banquet tonight. I’m sure Her Majesty has prepared a lavish feast in your honor.”

Truly, only Sir Bedivere could pull this off—"the knight who gets along with everyone."

Clearly too afraid to go in himself, and yet he’d wrapped it up in such a polished excuse. And who could argue? He was the kingdom’s Chamberlain. All official affairs ran through him.

“All right, I’ll handle it from here!”

The petite girl squared her shoulders and strode confidently into the grand temple.

She was the elder sister now, or rather—the daughter most doted upon by their mother. With her brother absent, it was her duty to step up: to protect her younger sibling, and to preserve their mother’s dignity.

It sounded difficult—but she believed in herself.

...

Unfortunately, the universe has a way of punishing confidence with contradiction.

“Idiot!”

“You can get out too!”

Five minutes later, Gareth—now looking utterly dazed and confused—was kicked out of the workshop and wandered blankly into the temple’s rear garden.

“This isn’t fair—”

She stared at the tightly shut door to Morgan’s workshop, her blue-green eyes filled with genuine disbelief, as if her entire worldview had just taken a hit.

—It wasn’t that she was surprised to be kicked out.

She knew how temperamental the “Witch Queen” could be. Even as her daughter, Gareth had to tiptoe around her words, sometimes even resorting to a saccharine baby voice just to avoid triggering her wrath.

So yes, getting kicked out was nothing new.

But why—

“Why didn’t he get kicked out with me?”

She glared at the workshop door.

There were countless barriers layered over it, soundproofing included. And yet, she could swear she heard laughter from inside.

Laughter. From Morgan.

An image Gareth had never even imagined.

“No. Seriously?”

“Why the hell does he get a pass?!”

…

And so, the garden behind the chapel now held four “idiots” whom Morgan had personally kicked out.

[Four people].

It was an ideal number.

Two people suggested intimacy.
Three hinted at awkward tension.
But four? Four was the perfect number for one thing: forming a gang.

“I don’t think I’m that dumb, honestly!”

“It’s her teaching that’s the problem. Definitely!”

Having just finished tilling the herbal garden, Wenna groaned as she sat in the final seat at the stone table, stretching her back.

Thus, the team was complete.

The brainstorming unit had assembled.

“Well, we’ve got nothing better to do…”

“Why don’t we take a peek and see what they’re doing?”

Bluey offered the suggestion casually.
It was completely improper. Possibly even dishonorable for a knight.

But no one at that stone table cared.

“Really?! You think we won’t get caught?”

Gareth’s eyes lit up. She had to see what was going on inside. What made that deadpan bastard so special that he didn’t get booted?

Mashu looked equally intrigued—
Frankly, she didn’t believe for a second that that overly serious man could be more endearing than Magical Girl☆Merry.

“Don’t worry.”

“To me, this island holds no secrets.”

Bluey lifted his hand.

The sky darkened.

A luminous screen shimmered into view, floating midair. Within it, the scene inside Morgan’s alchemy workshop came into view.

—But it was not what Gareth had imagined.
There was no laughter. No warm conversation.

Quite the opposite.

The room was quiet.

The only sounds were the crackle of fire, the clink of mithril rods against glass, the bubbling of simmering potions… and footsteps—swift, but never rushed.

“He… he’s…”

Gareth watched, stunned.

Agravain—meeting this version of Morgan for the first time—was moving with her like they’d been working together for decades.

In the cramped confines of the alchemy lab, they maneuvered in tandem. Their movements never clashed or slowed. It was almost like… they were dancing.

At that moment, Gareth finally understood why she’d been kicked out.

Yeah… next time, I should probably just show myself out.

“I…”

“Okay, maybe I really don’t have the aptitude for magic.”

“Guess I’ll stick to sword training after all.”

Watching those effortless, fluid motions—so graceful, so instinctive—Wenna, too, finally bowed her head.

She had always been strong-willed. But even she had to admit it now: this wasn’t her path.

—Or more accurately, most people were not born for magecraft.

If other professions were 99% effort and 1% talent,
then magic required 100% talent.
Without it, no amount of effort could even get you in the door.

…

An hour later.

When the potion—emerald green, fragrant with wild herbs—was finally complete, Morgan carefully stored it in a vial made of pure gold.

“Haaah…”

She let out a long breath and opened the window.

Outside: four faces staring up at her, every one of them stamped with “idiot” in big invisible letters.

Behind her stood Agravain, expressionless, quietly cleaning the tools used for potion-making.

“I’m starting to believe you really are my son.”

“Otherwise, I can’t explain why your habits are so like mine—even your potion-stirring technique is identical.”

Morgan spoke in a murmur, her voice carrying a mix of disbelief and… something softer.

But her face remained heavy with gloom.

According to her hopelessly clumsy daughter, she had five children like this.

She’d met two.

What about the other three?

Please—don’t let them be as dumb as that one…

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T/N: LMAOOOOOO sorry Morgan

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