Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [34]

Dawn broke.

The first shaft of sunlight seemed to act like a signal, restarting the world that had come to a standstill in the dark.

Artoria made it back to her tiny kingdom just before the sun fully rose.

She greeted the early-rising farmers with a bright smile. She also passed the returning logging team—at the front was Sir Kay, who shot her a look that could only be described as murderously tired, his eyes practically shouting, “If you don’t give me a few days off, I’m running away.”

“You snuck out again last night, didn’t you?”

Kay spoke suddenly, his gaze falling to the holy sword strapped across Artoria’s back.

Sometimes, Artoria really did wonder if her foster brother possessed some kind of clairvoyance—or maybe a unique skill like “Detect Midnight Escapades: Little Sister Edition.”

But seriously… was it really necessary to use that kind of ability on her?

“Hmph, do you even need to ask? You’re radiating this whole aura of ‘Wow, I had such a great night, can’t wait to see that person again’—except you didn’t just see one person, did you?”

Kay sniffed lightly, then declared, with complete certainty:

“You saw three. Two women, and that white dragon.”

Artoria could only sigh in admiration.

How is “scent-based girl detection” even a skill?! Kay, can’t you use your talents for something useful?!

“Sorry I can’t use this amazing power to build your kingdom,” he replied smugly. “What, were you expecting that kind of line? Don’t make me laugh.”

Their usual round of bickering. And yet, for some reason, it filled Artoria’s heart with warmth.

Even now, with her as king, Kay’s sharp tongue hadn’t dulled in the slightest. And that only proved to her that he hadn’t followed her for some lofty dream of knighthood.

“Honestly, I still think your ideal is kind of dumb.”

“But what can I do? I couldn’t just leave you on your own. If I ran off now, the old man would probably break my legs.”

Kay scratched his head, putting on a show of exasperation.

But in the next moment, he suddenly stood straight, posture crisp and formal.

“Good morning, my king.”

It was another knight who had emerged from the house.

Clad in pristine silver armor, every inch of his demeanor was proper—his gait, his tone, his decorum. The textbook image of a perfect knight.

“And Sir Kay, your efforts are appreciated. I’ve instructed the kitchen to prepare meat stew. You may rest until it’s ready.”

Sir Bedivere smiled as he addressed Kay—polite, cordial, and impossible to fault.

Kay, for his part, had no choice but to accept the knight’s gracious offer.

Wait a sec… is that stew just an intermission before more work?!

Damn it. Why are there so many selfless workhorses in this kingdom?!

…

A new day began.

Just like every day before it.

And it was through countless days just like this one that the kingdom slowly grew.

Still, same as ever or not, some “people” found today far from ordinary.

“So, are you ready?”

High in the sky, Bluey flew across a surreal landscape—black earth like desert sand beneath his claws, dotted with scattered green oases of varying size.

This was not the surface world.

This was the Reverse Side of the World—or as magi called it, the “back” of the world.

It was a conceptual space.

Imagine the earth’s surface as a sheet of paper: humans live on the “front,” while fairies and other phantasmal species have long since withdrawn to the “back.” Then come the geological layers—bedrock, magma, the core, and so on.

Of course, if that’s confusing, just think of it as being like the Spirit World from Yu-Gi-Oh! GX—that’s how Bluey made sense of it.

While Artoria was busy building her kingdom, Bluey hadn’t been idle either. He’d come here, to the Reverse Side, where the fae lived—and had been doing his best to “convince” them to join the fledgling Sacred Britannia.

Most of the fairies had been surprisingly cooperative in the face of Bluey’s sincerity—and for the rest… they no longer existed.

“This… is as far as it goes.”

Bluey stared out at the landscape ahead.

He had claimed most of this world, but there were still two places—two forbidden zones—he wouldn’t touch. Not now, not ever.

One was a gray-shrouded island, surrounded by black sea. Seven towering walls encircled a city at its center.

It was a land of the dead. It rejected the living—and the living were more than happy to stay away.

The other was a region filled with pitch-black sludge. A swamp of curses and despair, birthed alongside the very island itself. No living thing would dare enter that defiled place.

“This is the limit of expansion.”

“Time to head back. Viviane should be ready.”

Viviane. The Lady of the Lake. Leader of the fae—at least, formerly.

With Bluey’s overwhelming arrival, even the elusive Viviane had been forced to rise from her enchanted lake and reveal herself. She’d since handed over several vital treasures—artifacts that were crucial not just for Britannia, but the entire world.

“Please, this way, Lord Dragon.”

Barefoot, the Lady of the Lake walked across the soft grass, guiding Bluey toward a towering structure glowing with white light.

This was the first and most important treasure she had chosen to pass on.

[The Tower of Radiant Ends].
[Rhongomyniad], the anchor of the world’s surface. A divine tower that pierced existence itself.

“Please take it, Lord Dragon.”

“You are the only one worthy of being its true master.”

Viviane looked up at the divine dragon before her, her eyes filled with hope—as if she were waiting for something extraordinary to unfold.

Unfortunately for her—

Bluey knew exactly what she was waiting for.

“…Do you think I’m that easy to deceive, Viviane?”

“Or perhaps… I should call you—Morrígan?”

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T/N: THE ONE FROM LOSTBELT?

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