Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [27]

This was Wenna’s own adventure.

But truthfully, it wasn’t especially complicated or dangerous.

It all began when a girl calling herself a “magus” was approached by some strangers—not with hostility, but with what could be considered a friendly kind of curiosity.

After some time spent in cautious contact, they revealed their intentions: they wanted to invite Wenna into a mysterious organization called the Dark Madonna, and brought her to meet their leader—a tall woman clad in a black formal gown, her face veiled in black so her features couldn’t be seen. Her silver-white hair fell all the way to her calves.

There was no doubt about it: this woman held immense status. She radiated a presence that could only be called “noble”—not the kind you earn, but the kind you are. Every gesture, every motion exuded a majesty that words failed to capture. Standing before such an inherently regal figure, Wenna, raised in the countryside, couldn’t help but feel a creeping sense of unworthiness.

But that wasn’t why Wenna knocked her unconscious, tied her up from head to toe, dragged her into a remote mountain cave, and urgently called Bluey for help.

“She carries a mystery in her that feels like a Noble Phantasm come to life!”

That wasn’t exaggeration. It wasn’t poetic metaphor. It was simply what Wenna saw with her own eyes.

“A dragon.”

“I saw a red dragon, sealed inside her body, roaring nonstop.”

“That dragon felt oddly familiar. A lot like that younger girl with the ahoge on her head. But also... completely different. The one inside her is bound—like something’s chained it down. Powerless.”

At this point, Wenna felt a touch of relief.

Thank goodness this woman isn’t like the ahoge girl. That one could make you want to kneel just by looking at you. If this one were even half as terrifying, I’d probably be the one tied up right now.

“She’s waking up!”

“In any case, please hurry over. I really think I’ve caught someone extraordinary…”

…

Late Night
Unknown Cave.

The woman called Morgan slowly opened her eyes.

“…It hurts.”

The dizziness pounding inside her skull made her forget, for a moment, what had even happened. She curled into herself, instinctively trying to cradle her head in her hands to soothe the swirling pressure in her brain—

But—

“Eh?”

As soon as she shifted, she realized her arms had been tied behind her back. Only then did it truly hit her: she was in danger.

“Not just my hands… my legs too.”

Whoever tied her up knew what they were doing. The knots weren’t just secure—they tightened the more you struggled. Wenna had learned the technique from her own people. It was originally used for restraining mountain goats.

“…Who are you?”

Morgan, realizing there was no way out, gave up on escape and rolled over with great effort—finally able to see the silver-haired girl who had gotten her into this mess.

She was utterly baffled. She’d already done a thorough background check on this girl—completely clean, with no ties to any organization. Aside from some mildly absurd physical strength, she was just a rustic nobody from the countryside. Seemed totally trustworthy.

So why, upon meeting for the first time, had the girl sucker-punched her, tied her up, and dragged her to this cave?

“…What do you want from me?”

Her headache began to ease, and Morgan started pressing for answers again.

By now, she seemed to have figured out that this girl didn’t intend to kill her—which was a relief. She had a lot of money. Enough to save a life as worthless as hers, which nonetheless could not end here.

“Listen. I don’t know what your employer offered you, but whatever it was, I’ll double it!”

“Believe me—there’s no one on this island richer than I am!”

At this point, Morgan was grasping at straws.

As the saying goes: don’t flaunt your wealth. If Wenna were some cruel, violent thug, she’d torture the location of Morgan’s treasure out of her… and then kill her without a second thought.

Fool. If you’re dead, then your treasure’s already mine.

But in fairness, Morgan’s reaction was perfectly natural.

This wasn’t the infamous Witch of Albion of later years, who embraced darkness in the name of revenge. No—this was a dethroned princess who’d spent the last ten years wandering the land, preparing for the day she could reclaim her country.

As Wenna had sensed, an unbelievable power slumbered within her. But it was sealed, locked inside her fragile human frame. She couldn’t tap into it—not yet. Right now, Morgan was just a half-trained magus, a bit stronger than a regular person, but hardly a threat.

She hadn’t transcended humanity. She still had every human emotion—despair, fear, panic.

But Wenna gave her no answer.

No matter how much Morgan babbled beside her, she said nothing. She just stared silently at the night sky beyond the mouth of the cave, as if waiting for something.

She didn’t have to wait long.

After all, Britannia wasn’t that large. Suitable places for people to live were even scarcer. In fact, the mountain they were in now and the one where the White Shrine stood were part of the same range—just at opposite ends, northwest and southeast.

“…It’s here.”

The silver-haired girl suddenly stood, lifting her head high as if sensing something.

There was still no white dragon in sight.

But the wind arrived first.

A magical wind, howling through the mountains, whipping through the trees—and lifting her hair behind her like silver streamers.

“What?”

“What’s here?”

Morgan was confused.

She’d been rambling for so long, and this was the first thing Wenna had said. One cryptic sentence. Morgan was about ready to scream.

And then, in the next moment—

A white light appeared in the distance, rapidly approaching. Its glow intensified. Its shape grew clearer.

“Wh-wh-wh-wh—White Dragon?!”

The moment she recognized what was coming—

The Red Dragon Princess’s tightly strung heart gave out completely.

Guh…

“Just—just kill me already!!”

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