Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [24]

Covenant.

A word of profound sanctity.

The gods once made covenants with humankind—not just one, but many.

In the earliest days of the world, when humanity still dwelled in the Garden of Eden, the divine forged the first sacred pact. In it were humanity’s duties to steward the earth, to use its resources wisely, and to obey a set of divine prohibitions.

Later, when the great flood came to purge the world, the divine made a new covenant with Noah and his family. That pact marked the dawn of a new world, and a renewed promise of human prosperity.

Ages passed. The last to forge a covenant with humanity was the one burdened with the task of salvation—the Messiah—who, atop Golgotha in Jerusalem, made a final covenant with his disciples. One that surpassed all previous vows, becoming the foundation of redemption and eternal grace.

That was also the origin of the Holy Church.

As a knight, Artoria had always known of these sacred covenants. But she had never imagined that one day she would become the one standing at the threshold of such a divine pact.

More precisely, no one could have imagined that in this twilight age—the very end of the Age of Gods—a god would still be willing to form a covenant with a human.

“That’s why I said it earlier,” remarked the incubus nearby, gazing at the scene in wonder.

“In a time when miracles shouldn’t be possible, the most impossible miracle of all has just happened.”

One was a king born into a dying world, destined to become its final monarch.

The other—a god who should not even exist in this age, whose time for growth had already passed.

If left to follow their separate fates, these two great beings would have walked lonely, doomed paths—until they, too, vanished alongside the fading remnants of the divine era.

But now, their fates had become intertwined.

With the backing of a god, a king’s power was no longer like a rootless reed drifting in the tide. And with the support of a king, divine radiance was no longer some empty, unreachable ideal. The king, upheld by god, could build an unshakable nation; the god, through the king, could extend its will into the mortal world.

They were interdependent—each amplifying the other.

“So I form a covenant with you—an eternal covenant.”

“Arthur Pendragon.”

“As long as you are king of this land, as long as you choose to be its king… then I shall uphold your kingdom of ideals. I promise you—within the borders of that sacred kingdom, the doomsday of scorched earth and ruin shall never come.”

The vow fell like thunder—solid and weighty, like a mountain settling into the earth.

And not only Artoria, but everyone present heard it. In the very next instant, they all felt the power laced within those words.

“Th-This is…”

Kay stared wide-eyed, unable to believe the surge of strength rising in his body.

In that brief moment, his power had more than doubled.

What was happening? Had he suddenly grown stronger?

“…No. That’s not it.”

After a moment’s focused sensing, Kay understood the truth:

The concentration of etheric elements in the air had spiked.

The [Mystery] that should have all but vanished with the end of the Age of Gods—was suddenly returning to this land. It was gradually restoring to the levels of the divine era.

Of course, this renewal had a limited range—roughly the area of the village. Because for now, Artoria’s influence only extended that far.

The god’s promise held power only within the kingdom of ideals.

“This is what a god represents,” Merlin spoke softly.

“A god is a pillar—connecting heaven to earth, linking the world’s surface to its unseen depths. As long as a divine being walks the land, the ether won’t simply dissipate into the void. It gathers—naturally—to them.”

“Who knows what the long-term effects will be... But at the very least, the crisis of the end times has been temporarily pushed back.”

He let out a quiet breath—relieved, perhaps.

But if one looked closely, they would see it: there was no smile on his face.

…

Merlin’s thoughts could wait.

The important thing was this: before the eyes of all gathered knights, a covenant had once again been forged—between god and king, for the sake of true peace on this island.

And yet, somehow…

While others looked on in awe or fervent belief, Artoria gazed up at the so-called “White Dragon God” in the sky with a certain... absurd unease.

Well, Merlin had told her the truth. Kaiba was a god—he merely took on the form of a dragon in this world.

But in Artoria’s eyes, Kaiba had always been the big-headed baby white dragon she’d been feeding roast buns to just two months ago.

So now, seeing this towering white dragon, large enough to blot out the sky—Artoria couldn’t quite make it feel real.

It still felt like a trick. Like that mischievous little dragon had conjured up some illusion to impress people.

And yet—

She reached out.

Her hand touched the smooth, cool scales of the white dragon’s body. The contact told her everything she needed to know.

This wasn’t a dream. This was real.

“So?”

Kaiba extended a claw and gently placed the girl in his palm.

“Wanna go for a ride?”

His massive form dwarfed her small, regal figure—but to the crowd watching below, it felt less like a contrast and more like two immense beings—equal in weight—gazing into each other’s eyes.

“Alright.”

Artoria nodded, and climbed onto Kaiba’s head—which, even post-evolution, was still very large.

And in the next moment, the white dragon beat its wings—and the two of them soared into the sky, ascending to the very edge of the heavens.

This was the highest she had ever been in her life.

From this height, she looked down.

Britain—once so vast in her memories—now seemed no larger than a thumbnail. A tiny island, suspended alone at the far western edge of the world, surrounded on all sides by ocean.

“So small.”

She stared down at the land and, after a long silence, whispered the words.

Compared to the vastness of the world, her island felt minuscule—utterly insignificant.

And yet, it was on that very island—so small it scarcely mattered—that there were still things she would give everything to protect.

“Let’s go back.”

“The people living on that island… they’re still waiting for us to save them.”

Artoria smiled as she spoke.

Whatever the final outcome might be—at least in this moment, the girl truly believed that she had found a way to save her island.

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