Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [33]

Bluey watched the two Red Dragon sisters conversing quietly, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

It dawned on him that, perhaps unintentionally, he’d done something… rather remarkable.

Truth be told, he hadn’t expected much when he brought Morgan and Artoria face to face. He hadn’t imagined what sparks might fly between two sisters who’d never met before. He simply hoped that if they talked early enough, maybe they could avoid the cascade of tragedies to come.

He’d succeeded.

But now, looking at how things had turned out… maybe he’d succeeded a little too well.

“Hmph. So they want to die that badly? Fine. I’ll grant them their wish.”

Morgan’s eyes gleamed with cold malice as the full extent of the other kings’ schemes became clear.

As it turned out, this reclusive exiled princess might not have had the makings of a true sovereign—but in a different realm of expertise, she was prodigiously gifted.

Schemes. Intrigue. Plots layered upon plots.

That’s why Bluey had begun to suspect he’d been too successful.

If Morgan had simply accepted Artoria as her sister, perhaps they would’ve had a peaceful family reunion and called it a day.

But once Morgan realized her sister was being dragged down the same doomed path their father once walked—betrayed and encircled by treacherous kings—something inside her snapped. The malice buried deep within her began to overflow, coalescing, tangible and dark.

“Don’t worry about it. Leave this to me.”

“I’ll figure out how to get them to band together.”

“And when they do, all you need to do is bring this dragon and crush them—destroy both their lives and their ambitions in one blow!”

Morgan was scheming now.

And that… was terrifying.

History would remember her as Britannia’s greatest schemer, the one whose endless stratagems eventually shattered King Arthur’s reign and buried Camelot.

Yet right now, watching her stand beside Artoria with a look of utter confidence, Bluey couldn’t help but find it… oddly compelling.

It was like watching a strange hybrid: the raw military force of Guan Yu fused with the cunning political instincts of Jia Xu, both sworn to the ideal of restoring the Han Dynasty.

…

Dawn was near.

Time seemed to fly when siblings talked. It felt like they’d barely spoken at all, and now it was time to part.

—Well, it was Morgan who insisted on leaving. She had a plan to set in motion—her own version of luring the enemy into the trap.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay alone? You really don’t have to force yourself. Even without a scheme, I can still convince the other kings.”

Artoria looked worried. To her, Morgan still seemed frail—like someone who might be toppled by a strong wind.

Morgan said nothing. She only smiled.

And then, just before leaving, she presented her long-lost sister with a parting gift—a “grand gesture” for their first meeting.

It was a stash of arms and armor buried deep in a cave—enough to equip a full company of heavy cavalry. Not just any troops, but true knights—one hundred mounted warriors who, properly deployed, could destroy an entire kingdom.

“They’re not really mine, anyway.”

“They were left by our father. A legacy meant for the heir of Camelot. I… I thought that was supposed to be me.”

Morgan chuckled bitterly and led Artoria further into the cave.

At the back, they came upon a small, cramped chamber—barely enough room for one person to stand. At Morgan’s signal, Artoria stepped inside.

There, set upon a pedestal, was a massive white sword.

The blade was wide and thick—closer to a greatsword than a longsword. Magic pulsed visibly through the metal, radiating heat so intense Artoria could feel it from where she stood.

[Sword of Revolving Victory].

A holy sword imbued with the power of the sun—top-tier in both rank and might. Its wielder would receive the sun’s divine blessing, gaining triple their strength as long as they fought beneath its rays.

“This is amazing. I can feel the energy from it. The sword’s affinity matches mine perfectly.”

“With this, I could become so much stronger.”

The one who praised the sword so highly… wasn’t the one currently holding it.

It was the giant white dragon circling above them, looking down with wide, innocent blue eyes.

“For me, that sword would be an incredibly high-quality ascension material.”

“And it doesn’t really suit you anyway.”

“…Wait, you’re not seriously thinking of feeding it to him, are you?!”

…

In the end, Artoria didn’t feed the “Sunblade” to Bluey.

Even though she knew he wasn’t wrong—the sword wasn’t especially compatible with her element, and she couldn’t fully draw out its power.

But so what?

At this stage, she didn’t need a sword to beat most enemies on the island. She could do it bare-handed if necessary.

What mattered more was what the sword represented—a sacred weapon carrying the will of the Pendragon bloodline, a gift from her sister. That alone was worth more than its stats.

There was no way she was going to feed it to Bluey, even if it was the perfect material for him.

“I’m not letting you eat it.”

“If you ever manage to take human form, I’ll give it to you then.”

She grinned as she said it—half-joking.

But up above, the white dragon suddenly fell silent.

Artoria raised a brow.

…Wait. Can he actually do that?

Come to think of it, wouldn’t it be weirder if he couldn’t?

Merlin once said that gods didn’t have fixed forms. They appeared in the shapes mortals imagined them in.

And in mythology, gods rarely stuck to one look. Zeus alone could become a shepherd boy, a beautiful woman, even a bull.

“…No. I won’t become human.”

“At least—not yet.”

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