Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [26]

With the old man's blessing, the young king set off on a brand-new journey.

But truth be told, setting out at this time of year was far from a good idea.

“Achoo—!”

“That old geezer’s way too heartless… what’s the harm in letting us stay for three more months?”

Riding at the front of the group on a snow-white steed, Artoria led the way down the wide road. Her sworn brother, following closely behind on a chestnut horse, grumbled non-stop about the worsening cold.

—Which, honestly, defied most people’s common sense.

When people think of a “rainy season,” they usually imagine the storms of summer or the constant drizzle of spring.

But in reality, on the Isle of Britannia, the true rainy season stretched from late autumn into early spring—including the whole of winter.

And now was that exact cusp between autumn and winter, the moment when all things began to wither.

At this time of year, even the fiercest bears would be tucked away in their dens, hibernating. Yet here they were, braving the approaching snow, embarking on the path of kingdom-building.

“Quit whining, Brother Kay.”

“If you’ve got energy to complain, you’d be better off figuring out where we’re going to spend the winter.”

“What’s there to figure out? Let’s just pick a kingdom at random, lop off their king’s head, and take over their palace and lands!”

“No. Absolutely not!”

A fiery argument ensued.

In the end, Artoria insisted on following the method once suggested by Sir Ector: find a tribe first, quietly establish a base of operations, and slowly gather strength. When they were powerful enough to match Vortigern, the Usurper King, then they’d raise their banner and strike.

“Tch—”

The knight clicked his tongue at the sight of the spirited young girl.

“Quietly,” huh?

After forming a holy covenant with that white dragon, did she look like someone who could stay in the shadows?

He’d bet anything that right now, every noble on this island was actively searching for her—most of them hoping she’d die, and a handful wanting to use her as a puppet or a lucky mascot.

But—

“Whatever.”

Lifting his eyes to the dim gray sky, the knight shrugged it off like it didn’t matter.

In the face of the red dragon that could physically tear down city walls, no amount of scheming would make a difference anyway.

Might as well accompany this girl—who’d never once had a moment’s peace since the day she was born—and let her dream her dream of becoming the “King of Knights.”

…

And so, the legend of the Knight King officially began.

From saving a small, struggling tribe… to surviving a harsh winter with its people, short on supplies. Then the first planting in spring, the first training exercises, the first victorious battle, the first temple built to the White Dragon…

In this unremarkable mountain hollow, the young king was steadily building her nation. Nurturing this seed of hope as it gradually grew strong and took root.

At the same time, deep in the vaster mountain ranges, Bluey was far from idle.

A king had a king’s duties. A god had a god’s battlefield.

His goal: the fantasy species that once lived on this island. That included magical beasts and giants who still dwelled in this land, and the fae and spirits who had retreated to the other side of the world but could still cross freely into reality.

He sought to re-establish connections with these beings who should’ve been abandoned by the passage of time, in order to reconstruct a true age of gods.

Dealing with the giants and magical beasts had gone relatively smoothly—they’d never fully broken from the mortal realm, and their constant fear of being driven out by human civilization made them eager for refuge. So when Bluey offered them a temporary sanctuary, they welcomed it with joy. He hardly had to say anything—just unfurling those wings shimmering with divine mystery was enough to make them flock to him, settling peacefully in the forests.

But dealing with the fae… was another matter entirely.

Those cunning fairies, emboldened by their ability to move between both realms, acted haughtily and vaguely, even trying to strike bargains with their access as leverage.

Which pissed Bluey off so much that he barged into the Reverse Side of the World and destroyed two of the most arrogant fae territories outright. Only then did the remaining fairies quiet down—at least for now.

“Tch. Just because you’re on the Reverse Side of the World, you think you’re something special? Who isn’t a spirit around here?!”

Muttering to himself, Bluey bent down to drink from the fairies’ so-called “Sacred Lake,” letting the magically charged waters moisten his throat after firing off ten consecutive [Burst Stream of Destruction].

But just as he touched the surface, a flicker of heat pulsed across the scales on his forehead.

Hm? Someone was trying to contact him?

“Wenna?”

…

By now, it had been nearly two months since Wenna had left that valley on her own.

Two months didn’t sound like much, but it was more than enough time to cross most of the island—especially since only a handful of major cities in the southern region were truly saturated with human civilization.

In those two months, Wenna had disguised herself as a magus, traveling far and wide, meeting all kinds of people… all while secretly searching for relics, just as Bluey had asked.

She’d actually uncovered quite a few leads.

For example, a dagger embedded with emeralds—once a sacred relic of a god of curses. A queen had used it to murder her husband and his lover. Or a bow said to never miss a shot—actually blessed by a god of the hunt.

Scattered trinkets, low-grade Noble Phantasms, maybe five or six in total.

But today, she was contacting Bluey for a very different reason—something far beyond these glittering but ultimately unimpressive “collector’s items.”

“A woman who makes you want to take a bite out of her just by looking…? What’s that supposed to mean? I don’t get it.”

“I’m sorry, Dragon God. I can’t explain exactly what kind of presence she has. But I swear—this woman will not disappoint you.”

“The mystery buried in her soul… it’s like a Noble Phantasm that came to life!”

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This is a fan translation of 综漫：青眼幼龙，被骑士王捡到了 by 歌冰丽月. All rights to the original work belong to the creator. Please support them by exploring their original work or sharing it with others if you can. Thank you for reading and supporting my efforts to bring this story to a wider audience!