Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [19]

Kay stared at the baby dragon with excitement.

The baby dragon tilted its head and stared back at him.

They hadn’t known each other before this moment. And afterward, they didn’t exchange many words, either.

But in that instant, both of them arrived at the same unspoken thought:

He/It definitely has something to do with Artoria!

Well—more accurately, it was the baby dragon who smelled Artoria’s scent on the young knight.

In all of Hector’s territory, Kay had probably been Artoria’s longest-running “playmate.” And while he wasn’t exactly what you’d call a model big brother most of the time, the fact remained: if not for him, Artoria’s childhood might’ve been much lonelier.

As for why Kay was convinced the baby dragon was connected to Artoria…

Isn’t it obvious?

Just look at those eyes—exactly the same as Art’s when she was little. No—still the same now!

Totally blank, filled only with a bottomless hunger for food.

What an idiot… How could anyone hide such a badass dragon like this in secret?

Just raise it openly at home! What, scared you can’t afford it?

…Actually yeah, maybe she really couldn’t feed another dragon.

Thinking of Artoria’s terrifying appetite, the young knight spat on the ground.

Then, facing the dragon, he raised his right index finger to his forehead and gave it a little wiggle from side to side.

To an outsider, the gesture might’ve seemed a bit abstract.

But the baby dragon understood immediately.

Is he mimicking an ahoge…?

The dragon thought for a moment, then nodded—and sat down. It pressed a claw to its belly and let out a dramatic sigh.

Artoria’s signature move.

Yep. No doubt about it!

Signal confirmed.

No snitches here. Time for some ahoge jokes!

…

Bound by the connection called “Artoria,” the baby dragon and the knight formed a temporary team.

And it was an excellent match.

Even though Kay didn’t understand Draconic, and Bluey couldn’t speak human language, they barely needed to communicate. Most of the time, Kay would just point—and Bluey would know exactly what he meant.

“Hit ’em!”

“Get those bastards!”

“I’ll draw them out—you do the ambush!”

Without another word, Kay dove straight into the lake.

At first, Bluey was a little worried about the knight’s safety. But the moment he saw how fast Kay moved through water—faster than most people could run on land—he realized this guy wasn’t normal either.

Come to think of it, among Arthur’s Knights of the Round Table, aside from Bedivere—who stood atop them all as a true “ordinary man”—none of them were actually normal humans.

Maybe that was the final romance of the waning Age of Gods: a dozen heroes who were each worthy of their own legends, all living in the same era.

And Kay—Artoria’s foster brother—had been the first knight to follow her. When everyone else still doubted her, he had stood up for her. He had witnessed the king’s rise from beginning to end.

“Fight to survive!”

He was lean, but far from weak. As he shouted this rallying cry, he launched himself into the water—cutting through it like a barracuda, faster in short bursts than even the lake monsters.

“A knight who specializes in water combat?”

“That’s… surprisingly rare.”

Flying above, the dragon watched the lake monsters being lured toward the surface. Once he’d locked onto a good angle, he began charging up.

He didn’t worry about missing the shot—he knew the knight would pull the monsters exactly where he needed them.

And he didn’t worry about the knight’s safety, either. He believed Kay could handle himself.

That was the kind of silent trust shared between men.

“[Burst Stream of Destruction]!!!”

The baby dragon spent a full minute charging the blast—drawing out nearly all the power in his small body.

But it was worth it.

In his current state, a regular beam had to hit a monster’s weak point—like punching through the upper jaw to strike the brain—to even hope of piercing their defenses.

But after a full minute of buildup, that devastating orb of light could annihilate them. Even their magically resistant hides shattered under its force—turning the monsters to chunks before they could react.

[Ding! You have slain a lake monster.]

[You absorbed 100 Mystery.]

[You gained 10 Growth Points.]
[Current Growth: 35 / 100]

…

A thoroughly satisfying victory.

From dawn till dusk, the baby dragon and the knight hunted together—slaying three lake monsters in one day. If there had been more in the lake, they probably would’ve kept going.

By nightfall, the dragon’s Growth had reached 55 / 100.

“Gods, I’m gonna die…”

The knight was flat-out exhausted.

He barely managed to crawl onto the shore, lying spread-eagle on the grass. Gasping for breath, he muttered:

“Come on… After something like this, you’re supposed to have a drink, find a few pretty girls, maybe sing and dance a little…”

“Hey, little guy—you ever had a drink before?”

“Rrro?”

“Not fruit wine for kids—I mean the real stuff. The strong liquor only real men drink… Ah, right. She’s still just a kid herself. No way she ever took you out drinking.”

“But I’m legal now!”

“So how about it? Wanna come with me to the town tavern for a drink? Bet there’ll be girls there who’ll ask you to dance too!”

“RROOO!?”

The baby dragon’s eyes widened.

In that instant, Kay was no longer just “Artoria’s foster brother,” “reliable knight partner,” or “comrade-in-arms.”

He was now: Bro. Are you for real?!

“It’s legit, I swear!”

“That girl Art’s a total bore—she’s never experienced the good stuff.”

“Come on, I’ll show you what life’s really about!”

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T/N: no... Kay is corrupting our cute Bluey! DAMN U KAYYYY

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