Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [49]

Artoria had returned to the royal court.

The smile on her face radiated the same calm confidence as always, as if nothing had happened. Her brisk pace and resolute voice continued to uplift the hearts of the newly born kingdom and all who lived within it—Just a little more effort. If we work just a little harder, life will get better!

No—more accurately, life had already begun to improve, hadn’t it?

Although there were still occasional raids from foreign forces, brave knights were already mobilizing one after another toward the southern borders. Lamorak, Percival, Tristan… The king saw them off one by one, promising a grand celebration upon their triumphant return.

At this moment, Camelot—no, Britain’s military might had reached an unprecedented high.

Victory was within reach. Even Artoria herself believed that her dream of the "ideal kingdom" was now only a single step away.

“But crossing that final step… really is a pain in the ass.”

“Merlin, don’t tell me we truly have no way of dealing with that demon dragon?”

It was only when she was alone, in her reverted young-girl form, that the king allowed herself to sprawl across her desk and vent her frustrations aloud.

Against that dragon who had fused with the entire island of Britain, normal attacks were absolutely useless. In fact, even if she could kill him, Artoria would first have to consider whether such an act might destroy the land itself.

Because her goal wasn’t to destroy Vortigen—but to save this doomed island.

“Isn’t there some way to erase his soul directly without harming his body?”

She had only asked casually.

But whether it was a stroke of intuition or her growing grasp of Mysticism, the result was the same—

“There is.”

The magus answered easily.

He studied her expression carefully—then smiled with satisfaction as her emerald eyes lit up, clearing from gloom to sudden hope.

“What you described is actually very achievable.”

“Huh?”

“Just like the saying goes—‘The antidote lies within ten paces of the poison.’”

“The way to save this island… is right beside you.”

…

The Dragon’s Sanctuary. Mausoleum of White.

Following Merlin’s guidance, a very excited Artoria practically raced to the temple.

“Bluey! Bluey!”

She couldn’t wait to share the good news with her most trusted partner and comrade.

But no one answered.

“Lord Blue Dragon? Blue Dragon God?”

Artoria paused, then tried calling out in a more formal tone. After all, who knew what nonsense the divine dragon might be up to?

Clang—

The doors to the temple finally opened.

But it wasn’t the little dragon she expected—it was Wenna, the priestess who had been stationed here to serve the Blue Dragon God.

“Your Majesty. Welcome.”

“Ah, you're asking about the god, right? He’s gone—said he was off to see some old woman who’s been alive for who knows how long.”

“Oh, and he told me to pass along this message: don’t wait for him, and definitely don’t trust that magus.”

“As for the White Dragon King… he’ll take care of it himself.”

“???”

…

The Reverse Side of the World.

While Artoria was still dazed and full of questions, Bluey had already met with the so-called “old woman” in question.

Though not in the Land of Shadows—their meeting took place in Bluey’s own sacred realm.

“Ahh… a mystic sanctuary overflowing with life!”

“You picked a fine place for yourself.”

The goddess of the underworld walked slowly through the space that had now been formally named [Avalon]. She breathed in the overwhelming vitality saturating the air, closing her eyes with a look of blissful intoxication.

Truthfully, she had “graduated” too early.

When she left the surface world, it was still the height of the Age of Gods. Gods, fairies, dragons—the world was overflowing with magical species. There simply hadn’t been any unclaimed sanctuaries left on the Reverse Side for her to retreat to.

“If you like it, you can stay here permanently.”

Bluey offered the words casually—but it wasn’t an empty gesture or meaningless politeness.

He had no need to put on airs with Scáthach. They were equals. Say what you mean, and get to the point.

“Heh, long-term? I’ll pass.”

“I’ve grown used to places without sunlight.”

Scáthach looked up, staring at the blazing “sun” at the center of the realm.

—The Tower of Radiance at the End of the World.
The luminous pillar that anchored the surface world.
[The Spear of the Star, Rhongomyniad].

“Ah. So it’s that spear.”

The moment she saw it, Scáthach understood why Bluey had summoned her.

“So… has the end of the world arrived?”

…

[Rhongomyniad] was a weapon built for the end of the world.

That much, Bluey had known for a long time.

In the original timeline, it was Artoria who used this very spear to slay the dragon-possessed Vortigen. And it was Vortigen who, just before dying, uttered those chilling last words:

“So even Rhongomyniad has been weaponized... Fools. In destroying the tyrant, you’ve summoned a greater ruin.”

But that was where the knowledge stopped.

Bluey had always wondered what that “greater ruin” truly meant—but he refused to trust that magus’s version of the story.

Merlin might never lie, but that didn’t mean he told the truth. Trusting him in matters like this was simply irresponsible.

So Bluey turned to Scáthach—someone who had lived long enough to know the world’s secrets, and might finally provide a real answer.

“You’re asking me what [Rhongomyniad] is?”

“Hmm… It’s a lot of things, really.”

The moment she heard a student asking in earnest, Scáthach's "Shishō Mode" activated without hesitation.

“It’s an anchor. A pillar. A manifestation of the world’s will. And yes, it’s also an extraordinarily powerful weapon.”

“But if I had to give you the answer you really want to hear…”

“This tower is a key.”

“A key?”

“Mhm. A key that unlocks the end of the world.”

“No matter what your intentions are—once this holy spear is drawn…”

“The end begins.”

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T/N: what if its eaten?

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