Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [53]

Citadel

One month after Vortigen's death, Artoria officially launched the reconstruction plan for the citadel.

Since the original buildings had all been reduced to ash by fire, rebuilding proceeded surprisingly smoothly. In less than three months, a true royal capital rose from the white-bleached ruins.

Of course, the credit for this went largely—no, about eighty percent—to Bluey. Or rather, to the phantasmal beings under his rule.

The Earth Fairies.

These were a type of fairy known for their unparalleled skill in construction. Not only could they conjure square slabs of marble out of thin air, they could even enchant them. Buildings assembled with these special marbles came with innate enchantments—barrier protection, evil detection, and more. Practical and aesthetically elegant, all in one.

This city, built by the hands of both humans and fae, came to symbolize the very spirit of the new age—standing tall upon an island that had narrowly escaped an apocalypse.

“Look at that! What a magnificent city!”

Every person who laid eyes on it couldn’t help but exclaim:

“Only a city this grand could be worthy of our great king—and of our divine protector!”

They sang the praises of this great age, and of this great land.

And so, they peacefully welcomed an era of prosperity that would last over a decade.

…

Citadel
Chapel of Light

It was a slightly unusual day.

Artoria, who had just turned thirty—and who by now, by age and appearance, could hardly be called a "young girl"—stepped into this place that served as a threshold between the surface world and the hidden one.

“Good morning, Nee-sama.”

She immediately spotted Morgan in the temple’s side chamber, seemingly occupied with some arcane task.

Next to her sat Wenna, scratching her head in frustration, as though grappling with a problem far beyond her comprehension.

Morgan responded to Artoria’s greeting with a dismissive snort and turned back to place two bottles of murky, ominous-looking potion into Wenna’s hands— and sure enough, a moment later, Artoria heard a thunderous round of scolding and Wenna’s sheepish, giggling “Hehe...”

Seems like she’s really not cut out for magecraft.

Artoria continued further into the temple, eventually finding Bluey in the garden behind it, playing with Fou.

In stark contrast to Artoria—whose appearance had changed drastically with age—Bluey looked exactly the same as he had over a decade ago.

—Which eased the worry that had been quietly hanging in Artoria’s chest.

She’d feared that Bluey might succumb to the island’s curses or lingering wrath, but seeing him now, her fears were clearly unfounded.

His condition was not only stable—it was excellent.

As the Kingdom of Camelot expanded, so too had his power.
The divine brilliance he emanated now reached every corner of the island.
Both his divine authority and his kingly power had reached their absolute peak.

This rise in magical potential was part of what inspired Wenna’s sudden desire to study magecraft.

With the ambient concentration of aether steadily recovering, the island had returned to a mid-Age-of-Gods magical density:

Crop yields had risen.

Fantastical creatures were thriving again.

Even ordinary humans were beginning to sense magical energy more easily.

Morgan—who wielded control over half the island’s mystical forces—was the first to benefit from this divine renaissance.

She’d come into contact with the Ladies of the Lake and studied the magic of the fae under their tutelage.

Now that she had finally found the right path, her power skyrocketed.

In just a few short years, she had become the island’s second Great Magus.

As for Wenna, her spur-of-the-moment decision to learn magic… well, her utter lack of talent meant she still hadn’t made it past the basics.

All she’d gained was a good deal of Morgan’s fury.

Bluey could only comment:

“Well, it’s not like the Blue-Eyes bloodline ever relied on magecraft in the first place. If anything, we roast spellcasters.”

“Let her be,” he added casually.

“If she wants to keep herself busy, that just means more peace and quiet for me.”

Then, looking toward Artoria—who still stood at the garden’s edge—he lifted the little white beast rolling on the grass and asked with certainty:

“So, what brings you here? What kind of nonsense has that magus put in your head this time?”

—He didn’t know exactly why Artoria had come, but he was sure Merlin had something to do with it.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be standing there so awkwardly at the edge of the garden, looking hesitant to come in.

“...It wasn’t Merlin’s idea. I asked him on my own.”

“Although… yes, he did provide some relevant information.”

“It’s about the Holy Grail.”

The moment she uttered that name—a name packed with heavy, ancient power—Bluey’s expression faltered slightly.

But only for a moment.

He quickly realized she wasn’t referring to the “Grail of Heaven” crafted by the Three Families of Fuyuki— but the real thing.
The chalice that once held the blood of the Messiah himself.

According to legend, after the Messiah’s crucifixion and ascension, the cup was passed from hand to hand, eventually smuggled to Britain and hidden away by a devout saint.

“I asked Merlin—now that our crop yields have returned to Age of Gods levels, the island’s population is still far greater than it was back then. So I wondered: is there any way to make our harvests even more abundant?”

“Merlin told me it was an impossible request. And if the request itself is impossible—then the answer must be a miracle of equal magnitude.”

Artoria gave a straightforward summary of what led her here.

“So now you want to search for the Holy Grail? Are you sending people out, or going yourself?”

Bluey nodded as he listened. Though he didn’t know where the Grail might be hidden, if it truly existed on this island, then surely it wouldn’t be impossible to find.

“No need to search anymore.”

“...?”

“Merlin says we’re in luck. The island’s current conditions already meet the threshold for the Grail to reveal itself. Though from what I gathered, he still needs me to go to the Tower of Radiance to perform some kind of magecraft ritual.”

“By the way—do you know what kind of ritual that is?”

“...”

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T/N: IS MERLIN TRYING TO END THE WORLD???? hmm or is he trying to prevent a lostbelt ALSO HOLY TIMESKIP???

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