Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [35]

There were, in fact, two Ladies of the Lake.

A secret very few knew—but unfortunately for her, Bluey had thoroughly studied the Legends of King Arthur. He definitely knew.

Viviane, the embodiment of purity and benevolence.
Morrígan, the embodiment of cunning and malice.
The two Fairies of the Lake, light and shadow, jointly ruled over the fae who lived in the Reverse Side of the World.

In fact, Bluey even knew that a third would eventually appear—Morgan le Fay, the noble-blooded Red Dragon Princess. When she finally realized that restoring her kingdom was hopeless, she would, through means unknown to him, abandon her frail human form and succeed in transforming into the third Lady of the Lake.

Only then would the Trinity of Lake Fairies be complete, becoming the true masters of the Reverse Side—also known as the so-called Avalon.

But with Bluey now ruling over this world, that possibility had long since been snuffed out.

“Eh? You figured it out?”

Now unmasked, Morrígan stuck out her tongue with an expression of exaggerated innocence.

It was a common trait among fae in this world: not only were they excellent tricksters, they loved pulling pranks—and they never felt the slightest shame about it. Even if caught, they’d admit it boldly… and wait for the next opportunity to set another trap.

Even someone as sharp as Merlin had been fooled before.

And the worst part? There wasn’t much you could do about them. Fairies couldn’t be killed. No matter how many times you destroyed them, they would always regenerate in the enchanted waters of the lake.

“Really not going to take it? This tower’s super powerful, you know!”

“If you could truly master it, forget ruling Britannia—conquering the entire planet would probably be a breeze!”

Her voice dripped with temptation.

But when she looked up again and saw the look in Bluey’s eyes—that silent, frigid glare that said, ‘Say another word and I’ll toss you into the tower and seal you there for eternity’—

“…Okay, okay, I give up.”

“I’ll show you the other treasures instead.”

…

The Lady of the Lake continued forward.

She led Bluey to a temple—vast and open-roofed, wide enough for even his massive white-dragon form to land inside and observe comfortably.

“These are the three highest-ranked treasures in our collection.”

“Well, technically not as high-ranked as the tower… You really don’t want to reconsider?”

She chirped the last part hopefully, but Bluey had already mastered the art of selective hearing. He completely ignored her, turning instead to examine the so-called treasures before him.

There were three items in total.

Two swords. One scabbard.

…Okay, that seemed a little uneven.

“It was supposed to be three swords,” the Lady of the Lake explained with a sheepish smile. “But one of them was lost long ago. So the fairies forged a scabbard in its place.”

No further explanation was necessary. The moment Bluey laid eyes on the three relics, he understood everything.

[Excalibur — Sword of Promised Victory].
The sword at the center, radiant with soft golden light. It embodied the concept of the stars—each strike was a breath from the cosmos itself.

To its left, in the space originally meant for [Sword of Revolving Victory], now rested a specially crafted scabbard:

[Avalon — The Distant Ideal].
Forged by the fae, it wasn’t on the same tier as relics created by the planet’s will itself. But still, its power should never be underestimated. When its magic was activated, the wielder would be cloaked in the protection of an ideal realm—a separate world no external force could touch.

“If someone could wield both the sword and the scabbard… they’d be invincible, right?”

The Lady of the Lake sounded almost in awe.

But Bluey could hear the trap beneath the words.

A brief lore note here, for those unfamiliar: This was Britannia—within mythological taxonomy, a branch of Celtic mythology. And Celtic myths had a defining trait: powerful weapons often came with deadly, inescapable curses.

There was even a name for it: Geis—a binding taboo or prohibition.

The famous Irish hero Cú Chulainn died because he was bound by two conflicting geasa: one forbade him from eating dog meat, the other forbade him from refusing hospitality. Trapped between the two, he lost the use of his left arm—and his life.

Just like the Lady’s casual comment now:

“If someone had both the sword and the scabbard, they’d be invincible.”

Yes—invincible, with the [Sword of Promised Victory] and the [Scabbard of Absolute Defense].

But think about it more carefully, and you realize what she’s actually saying is:

“As long as you keep both together, sure, you’re unbeatable. But if you ever lose one… heh heh heh… good luck dying slowly.”

And that, Bluey thought, is how the ahoge knight got herself killed in the original timeline.

He looked at the softly glowing artifacts before him, sighed, and made a decision.

The hidden curse had to go.

CRUNCH.

CRUNCH.

CRUNCH.

Three crisp, echoing cracks.

Yes. He ate them.

What? You're wondering about the third sword—the one named [Arondight: The Unfading Light of the Lake] What did it do wrong? Why was it punished alongside the other two holy relics?

“…Sorry,” Bluey said to no one in particular, “but the mood was just right.”

“Couldn’t leave it out. That would’ve felt… off.”

And so, chewing slowly, savoring the divine fragments, Bluey absorbed their mysteries.

[Ding! You have gained: 3000 Growth Points.]
[Current Progress: 4500 / 10000]
[Ding! Concept Extraction in Progress…]

→ You have extracted the Concept: Victory, from Excalibur.
→ You have extracted the Concept: Sanctuary, from Avalon.
→ You have extracted the Concept: Fairy, from Arondight.

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