Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [43]

[Fairy].

This was the concept Bluey had extracted from the holy sword [Arondight – The Unfading Light of the Lake]—a symbol of all that is beautiful and fantastical in the world.

Like moonlight shimmering over a still lake at night, radiating brilliance in perfect silence.

Thus, the white dragon cloaked in that light had taken on an air of stillness—of serenity.

“So beautiful…”

Lying on the ground, Wenna stared up at the newly transformed dragon god in the sky. Her gaze turned dazed, almost dreamlike.

[Blue-Eyes Spirit Dragon].

A resplendent white dragon, gleaming with ethereal radiance.

Compared to the imposing majesty of the original [Blue-Eyes White Dragon], this new form was leaner, more elegant. The light it gave off had a fantastical, otherworldly glow.

So much so that its entire body had become faintly translucent under the luminous aura.

This version had shed its image of overwhelming dominance. In its place was an aura of refinement—aloof, detached from the world, like a being untouched by mortal flame or dust.

“So you forcibly merged the power of the fae?”

“Not a bad idea. But how much strength can you really wield like this?”

Standing on the battlefield below, Scáthach’s eyes sparked with anticipation.

This was genuine excitement. Now faced with a true challenge, the warrior’s blood in her veins was already boiling.

It was one of her old habits.

Though she always spoke like someone who had “graduated” from this world—saying things like “I shall not interfere in the affairs of the living. It would be discourteous to those still walking their mortal paths”—the moment she encountered a worthy opponent, she couldn’t help it. Her fighting spirit surged forward, demanding a proper duel first, explanations later.

But—

“Eh? What is this light?”

The moment that life-infused white light descended from the heavens, it drove back the thick death aura blanketing the ground.

At last, even the goddess from the underworld felt it—the world of the living was rejecting her. She would have to return to her realm.

“Hey, did you hear me? I said wait!”

“At least let me throw one last spear before I go!”

“Or you come to the Land of Shadows! We’ll have a proper fight there!”

She shouted in frustration—but in the realm of the living, her form had already vanished without a trace.

[Blue-Eyes Spirit Dragon: Effect Activated.]

Once per turn, when a card in the Graveyard activates its effect—you can negate it.

…

Bluey spread his wings wide, showering the battlefield in luminous life energy.

His original intent had been to heal Wenna, who was still collapsed on the ground.

But his wingspan was too vast, and the radiance far too generous. The life-charged white motes fell like soft rain, bathing not only Wenna but also the land that had just been ravaged by death—and even the wounded soldiers felled by Artoria’s earlier assault.

Those touched by the light found their wounds mending. The lightly injured were healed almost instantly.

Even the heavily wounded saw their vitals stabilize. With a bit of rest, they would fully recover, no lingering harm left behind.

“So… does this mean we won?”

Artoria stood at the center of the battlefield, glancing around at the enemy soldiers, who were now cheering with elation. Her expression was slightly confused.

“More or less, yeah.”

Bluey paused to consider, then gave a confident nod.

They hadn’t defeated the old hag in a direct clash, true—but they had sent her packing. And that, in itself, was no small feat.

Besides, look at those wide-eyed soldiers surrounding Artoria now, gazing up at her with something close to religious fervor. That was easily her greatest gain from this war.

That was the benefit of having someone play the role of the "stepping stone."

And not just anyone—an established powerhouse like Scáthach taking the fall only made Artoria, the up-and-comer, shine even brighter.

Bluey knew full well he hadn’t actually “beaten” Scáthach. All he did was overwhelm her death aura with the power of life, forcing her to retreat.

But the soldiers didn’t know that!

In their eyes, it was simple: a god and a holy king had together triumphed over the legendary Celtic warrior queen.

Oh—right. Don’t forget the girl with the machete who ran straight into the mist.

She would definitely be immortalized in bardic tales for generations to come.

“Anyway, after this war, I doubt any of the Britons living on this island will question your title as the ‘King Chosen by the Stars’ again.”

“Next up: uniting the kingdoms. Then you’ll need to prepare for war against the White Dragon King, Vortigen… and the Saxons.”

Bluey turned to gaze off into the distance—as if already seeing the white city of chalk cliffs, where the body of the massive white wyrm had become one with the fortress.

The White Dragon God versus the White Dragon King.

Bluey versus Vortigen.

Unlike Scáthach, who dwelled in her own deathly dominion and remained neutral, Vortigen was a being just like him—same nature, same origin.

That made him a true nemesis. One Bluey had to defeat. One whose power he had to claim.

“Yeah.”

“We will win.”

Artoria turned back as well, waving to the citizens who were cheering wildly behind her. Her face bloomed with a smile—the kind only happiness could bring.

—In this moment, from the bottom of her heart, she believed:

The distant kingdom of her dreams was now just one step away.

But that said…

Even if it was only one step away, crossing that step wasn’t going to be easy.

...

“Wait, what did you just say?”

“You’re telling me I have to govern eight kingdoms now? Eight?!”

“Damn it, where the hell am I supposed to find enough staff!?”

“Where’s Brother?! Don’t tell me he ran off again!”

Staring at the maps, expense ledgers, and reports Bedivere had handed over, even the ever-composed Artoria finally snapped and swore aloud.

—Winning the war had been the easy part.

But ruling a kingdom…?

That was a whole different kind of battle.

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