Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [15]

Anger, curses, despair, hatred.

Her former kin hurled the vilest words the world had to offer at the girl named Wenna, praying that a just god would strike her down.

But no such judgment came.

There were no gods left in this world—and certainly no such thing as "justice."

Frustrated and helpless, the villagers leaned on each other, cursing the girl whose heart had been “corrupted by a devil” as they limped back the way they came.

Wenna stood silently where she was, watching their retreating backs fade into the distance—until they vanished entirely.

"I'm back."

Several minutes later, she stepped once again through the narrow crevice in the rocks, returning to the foot of the white sanctuary.

But she was no longer the same.

It’s like she’s become a completely different person!

Artoria stared, almost unable to believe her eyes. The girl before her now bore no resemblance to the quiet, timid Wenna from just moments earlier. How could a harmless little white rabbit turn into a lioness radiating danger in just a few minutes?

Bluey, on the other hand, was less impressed.

"You let them go, didn’t you?"

The young dragon glided down from the sanctuary roof and landed in front of her, looming just slightly over her as he addressed her from above.

"Was I unclear? I said: kill them—or kill me."

His cold, clipped voice brimmed with meaning. Standing off to the side, Artoria listened tensely, certain that in the very next moment, this young dragon might extend his claw and execute the “traitorous retainer” who had defied his command.

But Wenna showed no fear.

There was nothing left to fear now. Her sword had already drawn the blood of her kin—a stain she could never wash away.

More importantly, through everything that had just happened, she had finally come to a single, crystal-clear realization:

I can make mistakes.
But I can’t do nothing.

The lesson Bluey had tried to teach her had passed through the edge of that blade, sinking deep into her heart and resonating with the faint trace of white dragon blood in her veins.

"I could not bring myself to kill my people," she said steadily. "And I would never raise a blade against you."

"So… this is the answer I’ve chosen."

The girl raised her head and looked up at the "dragon god" before her—a being who should have inspired nothing but fear. But there was no hesitation left in her gaze.

Swsh—

She raised the sword.

But the tip didn’t point at the dragon—it turned on herself, and plunged straight into her left shoulder.

The pain hit instantly, brutal and overwhelming. Her knees gave out, and she crumpled to the ground, nearly losing control of her body.

She had to grip the sword with her right hand, leaning on the bloodstained blade just to keep from collapsing entirely.

To be honest, she looked absolutely pitiful.

Dark red blood gushed from her shoulder, soaking her upper body in moments. The sight was shocking.

And yet—she smiled.

It was a twisted, strained smile—but it was a real one, from the heart.

Because in that moment, she finally understood what it meant to live as a dragon.

She lowered her eyes, watching the blood trickle down the blade—some hers, some her people’s.

"I offer this blood as tribute."

"Oh white dragon god, I hope it pleases you."

…

It was a surreal sight—verging on the uncanny.

Artoria watched the girl, still bleeding, her smile growing brighter with every second. If I didn’t know Bluey personally, she thought, I’d assume this girl was worshipping some twisted, evil god.

And Bluey? Would he really be pleased by a sacrifice of blood?

Artoria stole a glance at the young dragon—only to see him flipping happily through the air, swooping in arcs above the sanctuary.

"Not bad. Not bad at all."

"Very impressive."

Bluey nodded over and over, clearly satisfied.

Dragons, after all, were nothing like humans when it came to expressing emotion—no masks, no hesitation. If they disliked something, they showed it. If they liked it, they made that obvious too. They felt no need to hide behind appearances.

"You did well—better than I expected."

"You’ve pleased me."

Bluey was practically brimming with excitement. But it wasn’t because of the so-called "blood offering."

He wasn’t some vampire. He certainly wasn’t a dark god. He didn’t care about strange rituals or gruesome sacrifices.

What delighted him was the struggle—the girl’s refusal to choose between the two options he gave her, and the will to carve out a third path with her own hands.

That was the right answer.

To a dragon, there was no such thing as absolute right or wrong. No need to be bound by arbitrary rules.

Just live as your true self. Become the person you truly want to be.

"I acknowledge you now."

"From this moment on, my will shall be with you."

…

The young dragon landed gently on her shoulder.

This wasn’t the first time he had touched her. The last time, he had used his claws to toss her into the healing pool, dragging her back from the brink of death.

But this time—he touched something deeper. He touched her soul.

A white light radiated from his body—dazzling, yet not blinding. It carried no harm, only brilliance.

Artoria felt the warmth of it, sensed a sacred energy flowing through that light. Somewhere within it, she thought she heard the faint cry of a dragon.

"Wow… what a blessing. I never thought I’d witness something so rare…"

The voice of the flower magus sounded softly at her ear—his timing and volume perfectly calibrated. It didn’t disturb the moment unfolding before them, but it was just enough to explain what was happening.

"Bluey is awakening the girl’s bloodline," he said. "He’s triggering the emergence of her true dragon nature."

"What? You’re asking if she’ll turn into a dragon? No, no, Lily—you’re misunderstanding the word dragon."

"Hmm… maybe it’ll make more sense if you swap out the word dragon in your mind… and replace it with god?"

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