Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [28]

Wenna stepped out of the cave.

She looked up, gazing at the white dragon descending from the sky, feeling a surge of awe ripple through her like never before.

“So big…”

She couldn’t help but mutter in amazement.

She’d already heard about what happened that day—how the legendary white dragon had appeared in divine form, its wings so vast they could cast an entire town in shadow; how it descended from the heavens and forged a final sacred covenant with Britannia’s chosen king, pledging to help her build an ideal kingdom on earth… That tale had become a wildly popular ballad in recent days, sung in taverns across the land.

But hearing about something and seeing it for yourself were two entirely different experiences.

The phrase “a shadow that blots out a town” had never quite felt real to Wenna—she didn’t even know how large that town was supposed to be. But now, standing before this god-dragon of pure white, she understood instantly what true majesty looked like. It was like facing a mountain sculpted from living jade.

“Good evening, my lord. I hope I’m not disturbing your rest.”

Once everything had settled down, Wenna waved cheerfully and greeted Bluey.

Her manner might’ve seemed casual, but in fact, this was the most natural dynamic between a king and vassal, a god and priestess.

They were family. And not just blood-related, but kindred spirits—aligned in purpose, unified in belief. Who would fuss over formalities with their own family?

“Come, my lord. Look at this woman… Trust me—she won’t disappoint you!”

Wenna turned back into the cave and brought the dignified woman out.

By this point, the ropes binding the woman had been completely removed—Wenna was confident she wouldn’t run.

Morgan didn’t resist, either.

In fact, she understood better than Wenna just how impossible escape was now.

She had known from childhood—ever since King Uther’s lips had first spoken of the prophecy of the “Dueling Dragons”—that she was destined to be the final Red Dragon King. She believed it with all her heart.

But now, the true White Dragon had come for her. And she, a false Red Dragon King in name only, was about to be slain by her fated nemesis.

“But… but still…”

Raising her head to look upon the enormous creature before her, Morgan’s face turned pale, her lips trembling as the weight of fear settled into her bones.

Yet she still raised her head.

“Just… make it quick.”

The words were forced out of her throat like splinters. Then she closed her eyes and refused to say another word.

Faced with her destined rival, the proud Red Dragon Princess chose to meet death with dignity.

The dramatic shift in attitude piqued Wenna’s curiosity. After all, just a short while ago, back inside the cave, this woman had been throwing out offer after offer—bribes, rewards, promises of wealth—desperate to preserve her own life.

Wenna had thought she was just some cowardly noble clinging to survival.

“So, Lord Dragon, are you really that scary?”

“You scared her so bad she actually said something like ‘just make it quick’!”

Wenna tilted her head as she stared up at the great white dragon, curiosity gleaming in her eyes.

Sure, she had to admit—this creature’s sheer size was enough to make anyone feel small. Standing in front of it, you couldn’t help but sense your own insignificance, feel that urge to kneel…

But it wasn’t the kind of fear that made you worry about being eaten.

If anything, the opposite. This white dragon gave off a feeling of sanctity—its luminous scales glowing with a soft, otherworldly light that brought a strange sense of peace. Bathed in that glow, Wenna actually felt like she could curl up and take the best nap of her life.

“So, Lord Dragon, what’s the deal with her? I keep getting this weird feeling like I’ve seen her before… She reminds me a lot of that ahoge girl from before—but I know she’s not the same person.”

Wenna studied the woman closely—by now, Morgan’s black veil had been removed. The moonlight fell across her pale face, giving it a soft, translucent glow.

“Now that I’m really looking… except for the hair color and some minor differences in build, she’s practically the same person!”

Wenna’s instincts were sharp—there was no denying that.

Or maybe it was simply that this woman’s resemblance to Artoria was too uncanny—like they’d been carved from the same mold.

“Ah… She’s her older sister.”

“The second Red Dragon of this island.”

“Eh? Wait, what? There’s a second one of those?!”

By all rights, there should only be one Red Dragon.

One Red Dragon King, one White Dragon King—their destined conflict shaping the fate of the island, continuing until the Age of Gods came to its end.

But this is the TYPE-MOON world.

In a place like this, ‘what should be’ and ‘what actually happens’ are two very different things.

Just like how the Holy Grail War was supposed to involve only seven Masters and seven Servants… but somehow there was always some weird outlier showing up.

Magi were always trying to cheat the system, bending the rules to create even bigger messes.

And this generation’s Red Dragon King? Thanks to the interference of a certain magus, she’d been split in two.

Artoria Pendragon, the girl conceived through King Uther’s plan and Merlin’s hand, inherited the Red Dragon’s strength—becoming Britannia’s chosen king.

But when she was created, Merlin hadn’t realized the Red Dragon’s authority had already been handed off.

Morgan—the only daughter of King Uther, the sole princess of Camelot. Outwardly, she seemed like nothing more than a graceful royal, but in truth, she was the one truly acknowledged by the island. She inherited the mystery of the Red Dragon and became the rightful “Queen of the Land.”

It was a critical mistake on the magus’s part. One that left Artoria unable to feel the island’s will—unable to command its lingering mystery the way a true Red Dragon King should.

As for Morgan… once a legitimate heir to the throne, once a candidate destined to evolve into the Red Dragon King’s complete form… she was robbed of her chance at completion. With Artoria’s birth, she lost access to the power that should have been hers—forever.

“So really, this is all Merlin’s fault.”

“And honestly? That bastard deserved to die.”

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