Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [44]

The next three months were what could only be described as Artoria’s overdrive period.

Just as that flower-toting magus had once said:

“When you destroy an old world, you don’t get a new one right away. What you get is a broken, dysfunctional ruin of the old.”

And really, for anyone else—no, even the wisest of kings in history—being suddenly handed the reins to eight kingdoms’ worth of power would be completely overwhelming.

But not Artoria.

The moment she became aware of the burden she now carried, that machine called “king” began running at full capacity. She handled political affairs for all eight realms without pause, coordinated resources for over a hundred thousand citizens, personally intervened in noble-led rebellions… and still somehow found time to stroll city streets and question ordinary townsfolk about their lives.

For three full months, she never took a single day of rest—yet her spirit never flagged. She devoted herself to building this new nation with unshakable enthusiasm.

Perhaps in these moments, Artoria finally understood: all the hardships of her childhood had at last borne the sweetest fruit.

But not everyone could keep up.

“My lord god, please take me away… I’m begging you, just take me somewhere…”

“Artifact hunt, divine duel, chasing ghosts—I don’t care what it is! Just take me with you!!”

Wenna, having gone three straight months without a decent break, was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

To be honest, she and Artoria weren’t even that close—they’d only met three times total. But so what? This kingdom was desperate for manpower. Artoria was practically scouring the land to dig up anyone with talent, splitting them ten ways and shoving them into every open post she could find.

Kay, Bedivere, Morgan, Lamorak, Merlin… She was one step away from storming her childhood home and conscripting Sir Ector.

Under such circumstances, it was no surprise even Princess Guinevere, an ally in theory, had been roped in and assigned to oversee “diplomatic affairs” of the realm.

“Good thing I’m not human anymore.”

Bluey, completely ignoring his faithful’s miserable cries for help, soared into the reverse side of the world—gliding toward that island surrounded by black seawater.

He had come… to keep his promise.

…

Bluey flew across the black sea, teeming with restless souls.

As he hovered above the island, a bone-chilling aura wrapped around him.

The power of death—pure and undiluted—permeated this place. It was the natural enemy of all living things.

But Bluey no longer feared such power.

“[Shift: Blue-Eyes Spirit Dragon]!”

Bathed in the essence of life, the white dragon spread his semi-transparent wings. Gleaming with radiant light, he flew toward the gray city ahead.

From below, the souls of the dead lifted their heads, disbelief etched in every eye, watching that streak of white light blaze across the sky.

This was the Land of Shadows, the domain of the dead—a place where, by all rights, light should not exist.

Yet Bluey had entered, breaking the rules—becoming the first living being to step into this sacred realm of death without the goddess’s permission.

But unlike the underworld gods in many myths who were territorial and proud of their domain, Scáthach couldn’t care less about such protocol.

In fact, her only reaction was excitement.

“Oh? He really came?!”

Even she had to admit—this land was dead dull. If she had any choice, she wouldn't be here either.

If she had to retire somewhere, she'd at least pick a place with birdsong and sunshine. Not this gloomy wasteland where even grass refused to grow!

…

Bluey flew overhead, passing the seven high walls that marked the unbridgeable divide between life and death.

He arrived at the heart of the warrior realm—where only souls of true heroes could tread—and found Her Majesty the Queen already waiting, poised for battle.

No questions were needed.

The red magic spear in Scáthach’s hand said everything.

And Bluey didn’t hesitate either. The moment he locked onto her location, he launched a devastating [Burst Stream of Destruction] filled with destructive force—officially opening the match.

Is this… me asking for a beating?

Watching Scáthach effortlessly dodge his blast and vanish into a blur of crimson light, Bluey couldn’t help but think so.

Maybe. But more than anything—

This was exactly what he’d wanted.

Sure, this old hag is a pain to deal with…

But this is the training I need!

Bluey knew his own weaknesses.

As a [Blue-Eyes White Dragon], he was born at the top of the food chain. His attack power alone placed him among the strongest of lifeforms. And now, in the twilight of the Age of Gods, most truly powerful beings had already returned to the Root. On this island, there was barely anyone left who could stand against him.

Which meant—for now—he could live freely, without threat.

But that wouldn’t last.

The battle ahead was against another apex predator—the White Dragon King Vortigen. No matter how much people despised his name or mocked his alliance with foreign invaders, no one denied the power he wielded.

That king… he’s the one who united divine right and royal might in one body—the true White Dragon King!

Unlike the Red Dragon sisters, who split power and authority between them, Vortigen possessed both. At this moment, he stood at the absolute peak—an enemy the likes of which Bluey had never faced.

And this enemy wouldn’t “go easy.”

In the prime of his life, Vortigen would crush any challenger without hesitation—he would slaughter the Red Dragon, whom he named his rival, without a second thought.

So Bluey knew.

To defeat that enemy, he had to master more than raw power. He needed someone who could hone his “martial skill,” someone who could forge his instincts into true combat technique.

And without question—

On this island, no—in the whole world—there was no better sparring partner than the woman before him.

So I’m counting on you.

“Shishō~”

The word slipped from Bluey’s lips.

And in that instant, Scáthach—who just moments ago had been thinking “might as well warm up a bit”—suddenly froze.

Her eyes went wide.

“...Eh?”

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T/N: LMAOOO

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