Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [42]

The girl with the curved blade darted through the grey mist.

She moved fast—because she had to. The flickering white glow around her body was already starting to fade. She didn’t even know if she could last another second.

But still, she charged forward without hesitation, straight toward an enemy she had no chance of defeating.

No—even getting close to the enemy would’ve been a miracle in itself.

The foe before her was the most famous warrior in all Celtic myth—the one who, as a mere human, had set foot in the realm of the gods. Every Celt had grown up hearing tales of her.

She was no exception.

In fact, if you asked Artoria herself, she would answer without a moment’s doubt:

“Scáthach is my idol.”

After thousands of years, this legendary warrior had become etched into the hearts of her people—no longer just a figure of legend, but a cultural icon, a spiritual totem of the Celtic soul.

Before such a being, most people couldn’t even hold her gaze—let alone dream of fighting her.

Even Bedivere—the knight Artoria praised as the “perfect template”—was frozen by Scáthach’s overwhelming aura, completely forgetting to draw his sword.

But the girl with bright turquoise eyes was an exception.

When she saw Scáthach holding her own against both Bluey and Artoria—without showing the slightest sign of faltering—she had drawn her weapon without a second thought and leapt straight into the death-steeped battlefield.

“The enemy is invincible. I know that.”

“But I can’t just stand here and do nothing… I’d rather be wrong than do nothing at all!”

The girl named Wenna charged at a goddess she could never hope to defeat.

Of course, the attack was meaningless.

Even after she’d fought through the suffocating mist with unmatched determination and sheer will, managing to reach Scáthach’s side—the warrior of a thousand battles only had to raise one foot and lightly kick.

Wenna was sent flying several hundred meters.

She didn’t die. Scáthach had held back.

Or rather—she had always been holding back. Even in her one-against-two clash with Bluey and Artoria, she hadn’t once used her full strength… What looked like an attack capable of wiping out an entire city was, to her, nothing more than a sparring match with a pair of over-eager children.

After all, she was someone who had graduated from this world.

A full-fledged adult. No matter how fierce the fight, she wasn’t about to get serious with children… right?

But—hold on?

“Hm?”

“What’s going on? That power level just spiked—hard!”

Scáthach narrowed her eyes, watching as the white dragon in the sky began to glow with a translucent light.

…

Wenna lay crumpled on the ground.

She tried to stand, but her strength had completely left her. Her body ached like every bone had been disassembled and poorly put back together.

—Truthfully, Scáthach had saved her.

In this domain of the dead, where only souls belonged, every breath a living being took drained their life force. By the time Wenna reached Scáthach, her own life energy had nearly run dry—she had been one step from death.

And yet, she had no regrets.

Even though her life now flickered like a candle in a windstorm, she didn’t regret her decision.

“Oh god…”

She struggled to roll onto her back. Facing the sky, she smiled—a relieved, weightless smile—toward the white dragon hovering above.

—She had been seeking atonement.

Atonement for the girl who, at a critical moment, had hesitated—who had knelt to pray instead of taking action.

She had paid dearly for her mistakes—her hands were stained with the blood of her own people.

But that wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

She had awakened from countless nightmares, haunted by the version of herself that had hesitated. She had sworn, time and time again: If I ever get another chance, I won’t make the same mistake.

And this time… had she lived up to that vow?

Had her actions… pleased the god?

“God…”
“Did I please you?”

Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper—as though she were simply murmuring to herself.

And yet, that voice carried upward—clear as day—to Bluey.

—Because it wasn’t words from her mouth. It was a voice that came from her soul, saturated with raw, unfiltered feeling.

“Ah, Wenna,”

“You’ve truly made me rejoice!”

…

Bluey’s body trembled.

Trembled with exhilaration.

In that moment, he finally understood why King Pellinore had charged him without fear earlier.

To please the gods!

To the outside world, it might’ve sounded like a ritual, a prayer, a bit of religious zealotry—but only a god knew how vast the difference was.

Satisfied. Completely, utterly satisfied!

—That had been Scáthach’s thought.

Pellinore's reckless charge at a god had fulfilled her deep-seated reverence for “warriors.” It had pleased her so much that she shattered the boundary between life and death and descended into the world of the living.

And now, once again—

As Bluey looked upon the girl lying on the ground, her spirit aflame with “I’d rather be wrong than do nothing”—he too felt an overwhelming, primal satisfaction.

Her soul and his divine will had reached perfect resonance.

[Ding. Concept activated: Fairy]

“To defy the strong. To raise your blade against might.”

“There is no need for fear—for this radiant white light will lead you to certain victory!”

“Bear witness, Wenna—this is the new form I’ve unlocked for you!”

[Concept Ascension: Fairy Mode, Initiated]

“Descend, Dragon of Radiance That Buries Death—Blue-Eyes Spirit Dragon!!!”

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Author’s Note:

Yes, it’s literally 1-star [Maiden with Eyes of Blue] + 8-star [Blue-Eyes White Dragon] = 9-star [Blue-Eyes Spirit Dragon].

Also, regarding the transmigration plotline—

I added it mainly so the protagonist would be familiar with the story.

As for why he’s not acting “human”… that was already made clear in the early chapters. Between [King], [Light Novel Protagonist], and [Blue-Eyes White Dragon], he chose Blue-Eyes White Dragon.

This lifetime, he’s decided—
He’s not gonna be human!

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T/N: woahhhhhhh

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