Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [51]

Camelot.
Streets.

It was just an ordinary day.

As always, no matter how busy she was with affairs of state, the King of this nation would take time to walk the residential quarters, speaking with the common folk of her realm.
And the people, in turn, answered her every question with eagerness.

At the same time, though, their eyes couldn’t help but drift toward the small, quiet boy following behind the King—silent from beginning to end.

—What’s so special about the King? You can see her every day if you just come here!

But this white-haired boy… he’s someone they’d never seen before.

Even in Camelot, a city teeming with legendary knights, it wasn’t like there was any shortage of eye-catching figures—
Like Bedivere, the paragon of the Perfect Knight;
Or Tristan, who could make even fae blush;
Kay, all boldness and bravado;
Guinevere, beauty beyond compare…

All of them had their own magnetic presence, each drawing crowds of admirers.

But in front of this white-haired boy, they all seemed to pale in comparison. The light that had surrounded them dimmed in an instant.

“Mommy, that onii-chan is glowing—!”

“Did he eat something that makes people glow?”

A young girl, innocent and wide-eyed, blurted out the truth without even realizing it—
Earning her a scolding from her mother, a silent upward glance from the boy, and the twitching corner of a golden-haired girl’s lips as she fought back a smile.

“…Just laugh if you want to.”

It wasn’t until much later—after the diligent King had finally completed her inspection and the two of them had wandered to a quiet, empty field—that the boy finally spoke, revealing what was on his mind.

“This’ll be the only time anyway.”

“Might as well let you laugh while you can.”

…

The girl finally laughed.

In that wide open countryside, she let out a laugh from the heart.

—Though it absolutely wasn’t a laugh at the boy’s petite stature, nor at the way his whole aesthetic—complete with glittery, almost sparkly visuals—seemed utterly out of sync with everything around him.

“So that’s why… all this time you never took human form, just because of something like this?”

“Does it bother you that much? The way you look right now?”

Artoria reached out and patted the boy’s shoulder—part in comfort, part in amusement.
And she quite enjoyed the feeling of it too; standing just over 150 centimeters tall, there weren’t many people whose shoulders she could pat without reaching up.

Bluey’s face darkened, but he said nothing.

In a moment like this, silence was its own answer.

The truth was, he could have taken human form a long time ago.
And not just one form—he could become anyone, at any age, male or female. That level of shapeshifting was nothing for a true god.

But if he were to choose a form that truly matched his current state…
Then it would look exactly like this:

A boy around thirteen or fourteen, right on the edge of adolescence, but not quite there.
His appearance had just begun to take on a teenager’s frame, but there was still a trace of childlike softness in him—
Not because he’d grown naturally, but because he had evolved all at once, his body transformed by absorbing the divine mystery sealed within the holy swords.

As for that glittering white radiance glowing from his body… well, that was a divine-level visual effect, of course! A marker of transcendence!

—Like Illya from “Magical Girl Illya”, or Umaru at school from “Himouto! Umaru-chan”.

No introductions necessary—people didn’t need to know who he was.
Just standing there, he looked like the protagonist.

But… was being like this really a good thing?

Whatever others thought, Bluey wasn’t fond of being the center of attention.
So he chose to stay in dragon form, spending most of his time within his sanctuary, avoiding the world’s gaze.

“Then why today?”

Artoria’s curiosity flared again.

“What made you suddenly decide to show up like this?”

But faced with such a simple question, Bluey fell silent for a long time.

“…Bluey?”

Only when Artoria called out in confusion—and even the ahoge on her head bent into the shape of a question mark— did the boy finally shake his head and reply, his tone light, almost casual.

“No reason.”

“Just figured… I’d let you see it once.”

…

Bluey kept talking with Artoria.

Though there was always plenty to talk about between them, today, the most important topic was unmistakable— the one that concerned that white dragon king, now fused entirely with the land of Britain.

“Merlin said…”

“Mhm. I’ve already found a solution!”

Bluey interrupted before Artoria could finish, answering with confidence.

—Not Merlin’s solution. His own.

“Huh? What solution?”

Artoria looked at him curiously. But for once, the little dragon who always told her everything… decided to be cryptic.

“You’ll find out in a bit.”

Bluey spoke with certainty.

Just then, a wild gust of wind surged up around his body.

The storm swirled around the boy, lifting dust and dirt into the air—and pulling Artoria into it as well.

When she opened her eyes again, she was soaring through the skies— and below her was a massive white dragon, wings spread wide, soaring toward the domain of the demonic dragon, his heart filled with a certainty of victory.

“Watch closely!”

“No matter what the outcome—this time, I will win!”

…

When Bluey and Artoria arrived again above this once-proud stronghold—now reduced to a demonic dragon’s lair—the skies were shrouded in rain.

A cold, ceaseless drizzle pelted down on the massive creature coiled in the heart of the city.

Compared to a few days ago, the dragon seemed to be in far better shape.

—Or, one could say, far worse.

That dragon had appeared weak before because Vortigen’s humanity had still been struggling against the will of the island of Britain.

But now, it seemed the fusion was complete.
The dragon that had merged with the land itself no longer looked near death.

He raised his head now, eyes cold and mocking as he looked upon the figure floating in the sky—

“Brother, son of Uther!”

“Do you still not understand? This island has no future!”

“Not even you can save it—no, it is because of beings like us that this island is doomed.”

“The power that resides in you and me can never coexist with humanity!”

“As long as you live, Britain has no future—curse it! The Britain we once knew is already dead!”

The demonic dragon laughed madly, his words echoing like a curse through the rain-soaked air, hurling a soul-piercing challenge at the King who stood above.

The King said nothing.

There was no answer she could give.

But then… she no longer needed to answer.

“Are you done with your last words?”

From the sky, the white dragon let out a thunderous roar.

That roar tore through the heavens, driving away the clouds and halting the rain.

And in the brilliant blue sky, there was only one thing left:

A radiant dragon, shining with azure light—the embodiment of absolute victory.

“O dragon born of the sacred, plunge into the mire of chaos— and deliver unto my enemy the whip of utter defeat!”

“Ritual Summon—”

“Descend now, Dragon of Certain Victory—"

"[Blue-Eyes Chaos MAX Dragon]!!”

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T/N: WOAHHH

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