Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [30]

Morgan launched an attack at Bluey.

There was no question—it was a laughable strike. Compared to the towering form of the dragon, mountain-sized in stature, the basketball-sized orb of mana she’d hurled didn’t even register as a threat. It couldn’t even scratch his defenses. Long before it could reach him, the magic radiating from Bluey’s massive body had already dispersed it, sending the glowing sphere veering harmlessly into the sky.

BOOM—

The blue-white orb exploded somewhere near his wing. For a moment, the flare lit up the dark night like day… then faded, swallowed once more by the shadows.

“So… what do we do with her?”

Wenna glanced at the Red Dragon Princess, now collapsed on the ground and completely drained, unable to even rise.

There was something like admiration in her eyes.

Only now did she fully understand why Bluey had found her past self—always kneeling, always praying—so disappointing. Of course. Even an enemy is better when they’ve got the courage to raise their blade against a god, knowing full well they’ll lose. Better that than some weakling who just shuts their eyes and waits for death.

“So, should we bring her in?”

“She seems to have misunderstood us, but I think she’d make a great ally.”

Wenna said it sincerely.

Half a year of wandering had broadened her view of the world—but it had also left her feeling more alone than ever. She was starting to understand how precious it was to have real companions. But sadly, Bluey—her one true comrade—wasn't exactly someone she could travel with casually.

“No.”

“This isn’t our business.”

Bluey rejected her proposal without hesitation.

He had to admit: there was something immense slumbering in Morgan’s soul. Nearly half the island’s remaining mystery was housed within her.

No wonder Wenna had described her as “the kind of person who makes you want to take a bite out of them.”

Morgan was a delicacy on par with Tang monk flesh in ancient tales. One bite could grant immortality. Two might just ascend you into divinity. If he truly devoured the mystery locked inside her, he could rise instantly—become one of the island’s dominant powers…

But still, no thanks.

He had no interest in branding something that didn’t belong to him as his own.

And Morgan—this princess in whose veins ran the blood of the Red Dragon but who had never taken the throne—was never part of his jurisdiction to begin with.

“This is her matter.”

“Let her handle it.”

Bluey didn’t spell it out, but Wenna understood. “Her” referred to the ahoge girl—the one she’d met once, the one now hailed as the prophesied King destined to save Britannia.

“Remember,” Merlin had once told Artoria, “no matter how close you are with someone—even if you share your meals—if they’re disciplining their own vassals, never interfere. Unless you’re ready to burn that bridge forever.”

The same rule applied to Bluey.

This was Red Dragon business.

Let the little ahoge knight deal with it herself.

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Elsewhere in the same mountain range, beneath the same night sky—

In a place called a “kingdom,” though in truth it was little more than an oversized village…

Most homes had long since gone dark. But one small wooden cabin still glowed with the light of three or four candles, illuminating the cramped space within.

Three people sat around a square wooden table. Two were dressed like knights, speaking softly across from each other, discussing something in low voices. The third, a white-robed magus, faced the door, feigning attention—but in truth, his mind was far away.

“Spring planting is finished… but our food stores are running low. We’ll need to find a way to survive the lean season ahead.”

“I’ve already sent people to buy grain from the neighboring kingdoms, but none of the kings seem willing to sell. Not even when we offered double the going rate.”

“And though there’s been no sign of drought in our own territory, refugees have begun to wander in… They say they’ve survived a century-level disaster and are begging to join our kingdom.”

“Sir Kay’s already led a group up the mountain. They’re building emergency shelters overnight for the refugees.”

The silver-haired knight reported each point of progress steadily, one by one.

His name was Bedivere—the knight who had found this land and found Artoria at the start of spring.

At first, Artoria had assumed he was just like all the others—another knight hoping to challenge her for fame and glory.

But she quickly realized she’d been wrong.

Bedivere had no magical powers, no divine lineage. He was, by every measure, a completely ordinary man.

And yet, to Artoria, he was the ideal knight.

Loyal. Humble. Just. Driven by the dream of rescuing this war-torn land from chaos. Most importantly—he had a gift for administration. He took every task she gave him seriously, never cutting corners. He wasn’t like her adoptive brother, always doing the bare minimum and finding new ways to slack off.

With all those virtues, it didn’t take long for him to earn her full trust. He was soon promoted to her secretary, the one who handled the kingdom’s many affairs.

Or, as Kay called him: “the king’s bootlicker.”

“Sir Bedivere, thank you for your hard work.”

“Go rest. You’ll need your strength for tomorrow.”

“Me? Don’t worry about me. I’ve still got plenty of time before I need to sleep.”

Artoria smiled as she said it.

—It was a lie.

She didn’t need rest. Had no intention of resting.

Now that the machine called “kingdom” had finally started running at full capacity, how could she bear to waste even a single moment?

“But with respect, my king…”

“You may have no choice but to stop.”

Bedivere exited.

But just as the room quieted, another voice broke the silence.

“…Merlin?”

Artoria looked over, surprised.

For the first time, she saw something strange on the face of the usually unflappable magus—something like… panic?

Was he nervous?

Was he trying to run away?!

“What’s happened?”

“Ah… well, it’s not that serious.”

“It’s just that in a moment, when she arrives, please don’t mention I was ever here.”

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