Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [45]

“Shishō.”

The moment that word left Bluey’s mouth, the entire meaning of their battle shifted.

Even Scáthach herself didn’t fully understand why that word struck such a nerve—like flipping a switch that summoned a second persona.

Seriousness.

A level of seriousness she had never shown before. Even more so than when clashing with her mortal enemies.

—Because when facing a nemesis, she mostly relied on battle-hardened instinct. There was no need to think.

And in ordinary sparring? That was just a senior humoring a junior—light taps, casual exchanges. Winning or losing didn’t matter.

But the moment it became “teaching”?

She instantly transformed into the most terrifying combo of a homeroom teacher and a strict math instructor. Make a calculation error? Get scolded. Poor handwriting? Get yelled at until you rewrite it correctly.

“Too slow—what are you waiting for? Do you think your enemy’s just going to stand there and let you hit them?!”

“Know your weaknesses. And more importantly—learn to protect them! Never let your enemy exploit them—unless you’re baiting a trap, of course.”

“Think! Use your brain! Failed attacks are the norm; successful ones are the exception. What matters is using chains of attacks to force your enemy into a mistake!”

“Your tail! Why isn’t your tail attacking? Is it just a pretty decoration?!”

“And your strikes—they’re way too obvious! Hide your intent! Even at the moment your attack lands, don’t let them realize what’s coming!”

“You—...never mind. That one might just be hardcoded into you.”

Scáthach was a strict but responsible teacher.

She taught Bluey countless things. And he truly did learn a great deal of technique and insight under her tutelage.

But the one thing she could never change was his insistence on honest, straightforward attacks.

It wasn’t just stubbornness—it was like that quality had been written into the most primal layer of the [Blue-Eyes White Dragon]’s soul.

Not only was it unchangeable—it grew more unhinged the longer a fight went on. By the end, he was shouting lines that even made Scáthach, who’d seen everything, break out in goosebumps.

“Unyielding! Invincible! The strongest!”

“Shatter! Smash! Tremble before me!”

“Just a crusty old hag, daring to act this smug—take my [Burst Stream of Destruction]!!”

“Ahahahahaha—!!”

…

The battle between these two divine beings raged in the reverse side of the world for several months.

But neither of them noticed time passing.

Compared to the surface world with its clearly defined day and night, time in the inner world was vague and fluid. Especially here, in the Land of Shadows—perpetually cloaked in grey mist and devoid of all life—where one second, a year, or even a thousand years might feel the same.

“Honestly?”

“This place feels less like a land of the dead... and more like a prison.”

“A prison made to hold you.”

During a mid-battle rest, Scáthach and Bluey chatted while reflecting on their latest exchanges and mistakes.

Their conversation drifted across all kinds of topics—secrets among the gods, the ancient wars between two divine races, legendary feats of heroes… and, naturally, Scáthach herself.

“Yeah… that’s about right.”

Scáthach nodded without hesitation at Bluey’s words. No attempt to hide or deflect.

This place was her prison.

But it wasn’t one built by any kingdom or force. It was a prison she had chosen for herself—a place to settle.

“Old crones like me, who’ve already fulfilled their purpose but refuse to die quietly… we all have to find some kind of place to belong.”

“Otherwise, what would I be? A homeless old granny?”

She said it casually. Without shame.

Here’s a fun little truth: even though players in past lives loved to joke about her being the “purple BBA” (old hag with great style), Bluey had come to realize—after spending real time with her—that she didn’t actually care about her age. In fact, she even made jokes about it herself.

Or rather, by now, the concept of “age” meant absolutely nothing to her.

“Die—or live as if dead.”

“That’s all there is to it.”

…

More time passed—perhaps a year—spent in grueling training.

With Scáthach’s instruction, Bluey’s strength improved tremendously. And once he figured Artoria had finally wrestled her way through that mountain of kingdom affairs, he politely took his leave and leisurely returned to the surface.

—What greeted him this time was a kingdom completely transformed.

Eight cities. Three hundred thousand citizens. Ten thousand elite soldiers. Over a hundred knights of exceptional skill and character.

In the island’s history, there had never been a nation with power like this.

And it was still growing.

Like some massive beast taking root in the middle of a fragmented Britain, this kingdom siphoned vitality from all those around it. The effect was irresistible—especially when the realm’s ruler was the widely revered Holy King, and its lands were practically an Eden on Earth.

Naturally, people in lesser countries had no reason to remain in their war-torn wastelands.

“The might of the gods! The path of kings!”

Every day, more refugees arrived seeking a better life. Every day, new knights came hoping to witness the glory of the savior king firsthand.

Sure, there were still small internal problems—there always would be.

But there was no question: this flourishing realm now stood as the final hope of the island.

“But… don’t you all find it strange?”

Inside the kingdom’s provisional palace, Morgan—finally free of endless administrative hell—sat back and voiced something that had been bothering her for a long time.

“What’s that wretched king been doing?”

“With everything we’ve been doing—expanding this fast, consolidating this much power—why hasn’t he made a single move? It’s like he’s completely unaware.”

“What kind of scheme is he brewing…?”

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T/N: i was gonna say something but i forgetii

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