Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [11]

"I didn’t plan on saving you."

The words might’ve carried a hint of tsundere pride—like a young dragon showing off his chivalrous spirit of doing good without asking for thanks.

But in truth, the sentiment behind those words had nothing to do with chivalry—in fact, it was the exact opposite.

"I didn’t plan on saving you, so there’s no need to thank me. And if you run into trouble in the future, don’t come looking for me. I don’t want anything to do with you."

That was what Bluey really meant.

He wasn’t like Artoria, the fated King of Britain who shouldered the weight of the entire realm without complaint. Nor did he have any intention of getting involved with these humans—because he understood all too well that they wouldn’t truly be grateful to him.

Just like how the humans in The Three-Body Problem never truly thanked Luo Ji… No, there was an even more fitting example: the people of Camelot never once truly appreciated their king, Artoria.

They were always waiting—waiting to see when their flawless monarch would fall.

On one hand, they mocked her in secret, wondering how long a mere child could possibly remain on the throne; on the other, they were constantly preparing for the chaos and power struggle that would erupt once she finally did fall.

They praised their ideal king, but the moment they saw that ideal couldn’t save everyone, they laid all the blame at her feet—as if the fall of an entire kingdom were solely her fault.

Ironic? Maybe. But that’s human nature—forever yearning for the light, yet terrified of looking directly at the sun.

“When they wake up, all of you should leave.”

“And don’t tell anyone about me.”

As the hillside returned to its peaceful stillness, the young dragon gave a contented shake of his head. Then, spreading his wings once more, he soared back to the comfort of his cave and curled up beneath the warm sunlight.

“Time to sleep. Time to sleep…”

…

The girl stood frozen in place, excitement radiating from her.

She hadn’t noticed the dragon’s departure. Her full attention was fixed on the scene unfolding before her—her kin, undergoing what she could only describe as a baptism.

Yes, baptism—that was the sacred word she chose to describe what was happening.

Her people, once frail and deathly ill, had been lowered into the pool of water—and now, life was returning to them.

At the same time, something strange was happening to their appearances. As if struck by a sudden realization, the girl looked down at the water’s surface. In her reflection, she finally noticed—her hair had turned silver-white.

There was no question about it. This was a true miracle. And the being capable of creating such a miracle—could only be a true god.

“So… that young dragon earlier… was actually a real god?”

The thought hit her, and she glanced around—but the dragon was nowhere to be seen.

"When they wake up, all of you should leave."

Only his voice echoed in her mind, leaving her with a hollow sense of loss. Like a child abandoned and cast out by their parents, standing at a fork in the road, staring back at the home they could no longer return to.

“Hey, Wenna! What are you spacing out for?”

A joyous voice called out beside her.

Wenna turned and saw that her kin had all risen from the pool.

Just moments ago, they’d been on the brink of death—and now, after just five or six minutes of "baptism," they were fully recovered. No—better than recovered.

“I feel like I could punch straight through a rock right now!”

A man in his forties clenched his right fist, the rush of power reminding him of his younger days—back when he could enter the mountains alone to hunt wild wolves.

“Hm, this is amazing… Could it be that the real treasure here is the water in this pool?”

An elder rubbed his beard thoughtfully as he marveled at the strength now coursing through his body. He was already considering bringing the rest of the tribe here for a soak.

“What are we waiting for? Let’s head back right away!”

One of the young men couldn’t hold back his excitement—eager to return to the village, see the one he loved, and maybe show off his “miraculous encounter” to the others.

“Let’s go, let’s go—back home!”

The once-ailing tribe was now brimming with vitality and high spirits.

They cheered. They sang. The quiet little hillside quickly filled with laughter and noise.

Wenna walked among them.

But the look on her face was nothing like the others’. There was no joy, no elation of having survived a near-death experience.

Her steps were slow. Her head was down. She was clearly burdened by something heavy.

"When they wake up, all of you should leave."

"And don’t tell anyone about me."

—In that instant, the girl suddenly understood what the dragon had truly meant by leave.

It wasn’t a normal parting.

It was a final farewell.

Never come back.

If you do—I’ll kill you.

The white dragon had spoken the words with chilling calm. But the meaning was terrifying.

And now, looking at the people around her—gleefully chatting about returning, about bringing the rest of the village here for this so-called baptism—

The realization hit her like a cold wind, and her entire body went rigid.

…

Suddenly, the girl came to a halt.

Amid the puzzled looks from her people, she turned and began walking back—toward the sanctuary.

“You all go home. I’m staying.”

“I’m going to serve the god who saved us.”

“And listen—never bring anyone else here. Doing so will anger the god!”

She repeated her warning over and over before they parted ways.

Then, ignoring the shock, confusion, and even suspicion in her people’s eyes, she returned to the sanctuary.

Clang—

She pushed open the heavy temple doors with ease and walked deeper inside.

Sunlight streamed in through cracks in the windows, casting a glow on the statue of the white dragon atop a stone pillar—so adorable, yet so divine.

“Oh, god…”

The girl, Wenna, knelt before the statue and began to pray, her heart full of sincerity.

“Please… grant me the strength to stop my people.”

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T/N: [Mausoleum of White]: During your Main Phase, you can Normal Summon 1 Level 1 LIGHT Tuner in addition to your Normal Summon/Set. (You can only gain this effect once per turn.) Once per turn: You can target 1 face-up monster you control; send 1 Normal Monster from your hand or Deck to the GY, and if you do, the targeted monster gains ATK/DEF equal to the Level of the monster sent to the GY x 100, until the end of this turn (even if this card leaves the field). You can banish this card from your GY; add 1 "Burst Stream of Destruction" from your Deck to your hand.

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