Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [39]

“Those fools are always causing trouble for the king without even realizing it.”

That was how Merlin from a parallel world once described the Knights of the Round Table—and the phrase now suited this King Leodegrance surprisingly well.

“We are all Celts—we are Britons, born and raised on this land. And now, our homeland is being defiled by foreign invaders. That shameless False King has brought in marauding forces from overseas. Our very way of life is at stake!”

“In times like this, how can we possibly justify internal conflict?”

The king Merlin had once rated as having “no talent” was now traveling the land, tirelessly preaching Celtic unity. He even went so far as to seek out Morgan herself, clasping her hand and reminiscing about the days when he had served alongside her father.

Lines like “Do you remember me? I used to hold you when you were little,” made Morgan so embarrassed she nearly started digging a palace into the floor with her toes.

“…I’m sorry, Uncle Leo.”

“This is a private matter between my sister and me—honestly, even if Father were here, I’d tell him the same thing.”

Unable to speak the full truth, Morgan could only offer this aging, impassioned king yet another closed door.

It was the ninth one he’d knocked on.

…

In the end, war was never something that could be stopped by personal conviction.

Even Morgan—the one who had started this war—could no longer rein in the blades being sharpened by the other kings of Britain. Now that the prospect of spoils had been dangled before them, there was no turning back.

—To be blunt, she had merely been the spark. The one who ignited the greed already smoldering in their hearts.

But even so, even in the face of a crisis now far beyond anyone’s control, there were still those who fought against the tide, refusing to give in.

“Father.”

Within the royal palace of the Kingdom of Pellinore.

A tall, proud young knight stood alone in the throne room, his voice edged with frustration as he questioned the man seated before him.

“This is clearly a trap!”

“It’s a snare laid by Princess Morgan and that Red Dragon King! Their goal is to lure us all in and destroy us! Don’t tell me you haven’t seen it!”

He stared at the man known as the Hero King—his own father—with sharp, questioning eyes. For a moment, he had even wondered if age had dulled the old man’s mind.

But the spark in his father’s eyes told him otherwise.

All the things he could see—his father had seen them long ago.

“…And what if I have?” the king said softly.

“What do you mean ‘what if’?! We can simply not take part! What can the Red Dragon King do—invade us without justification? That would undermine the very righteousness she claims to stand on!”

The young prince was confident.

He was no ordinary youth—he was one of the most brilliant of his generation, in both mind and swordsmanship. He’d seen through the scheme of the Red Dragon sisters in an instant and had already devised a counter-strategy.

The old king looked upon his heir with deep pride… and a trace of sorrow.

He believed in his son’s talent. Truly, the boy had what it took to rule. But tragically, those gifts… might never have the chance to shine.

“You’re right.”

“It is a trap. A grave dug for us in advance.”

“But I cannot back down—not me. Anyone else might step aside… but I must not.”

King Pellinore rose from his throne and took from the palace wall the dark red spear that had served him faithfully for forty years.

It was the weapon that had earned him the title of Hero—praised across the land for his unmatched bravery.

But few knew that the spear was also a curse.

Those who bore this blood-red weapon had no choice but to charge ever forward. There was no retreat. Their path always led to the grandest, bloodiest battlefield—and to their end upon it.

To die in war—that was the most glorious fate for a Hero.

“Father, you—!”

“Don’t interrupt. Let me finish.”

“Listen well, Lamorak—my proudest son.”

“I command you to leave this place. Go to the side of the true Red Dragon King.”

“The magician’s prophecy is never wrong. She is the one destined to save Britain.”

…

It was a war fought in the dead of winter.

Because ten kings were involved, it would later be remembered as The War of the Ten Kings.

It was not a war whose outcome offered much suspense.

After all, one side consisted of thirty thousand ordinary soldiers… and the other, a supercharged matriarchal Red Dragon capable of firing energy beams from her bare hands.

[Excalibur Galantine – Sword of Revolving Victory]—a blade that embodied the power of the sun itself—was an unrivaled force on the battlefield. With a single sweep, it could fell thousands.

Some died, yes—but many more were only injured. Artoria had carefully held back her power, doing everything in her ability to preserve the lives of the enemy’s elite troops.

In the end, only King Pellinore remained standing on the battlefield.

He was truly worthy of the title Hero. Even against the Red Dragon King herself, he stood his ground.

So this is the king who, in another history, once broke Dumb Hair Onee-chan’s sword-in-the-stone…

From high in the clouds, Bluey watched the battle with growing interest—more specifically, he was watching the man now charging Artoria with a blood-red spear.

In the original timeline, this very King Pellinore had once dueled Artoria. It had been a humiliating fight—one of the rare moments the pure and upright Knight King had ever broken the code of chivalry.

That battle ended with Artoria’s sword—the one that symbolized her right to rule, [Caliburn]—being shattered by her opponent.

So what about this time?

Could he break the sun-forged holy sword she now carried?

Bluey was curious. In the face of such an overwhelming difference in strength, just how far could this so-called Hero King go?

But then—wait a second—

Whinny—!

As King Pellinore galloped at full speed… he suddenly pulled hard on the reins.

His body, thrown forward by the momentum, tipped sharply in the saddle.

But he didn’t try to steady himself. Instead, he used that forward momentum, raised his arm high, and—without hesitation—hurled his blood-red spear directly at the massive white dragon in the sky.

“…Huh?”

“…You’re aiming at me??!!”

“…Is he insane???”

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