Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [10]

The girl floated in the pond.

In truth, this water was far from clean — it wasn’t flowing, had been baked under the sun, and thrashed about by fish. It might look clear on the surface, but who knew how many bacteria lurked beneath?

Bluey certainly wouldn’t drink this foul water.

But for the girl submerged in it, this murky pond was, quite literally, the water of life.

Blub-blub…

Her body sank and rose in the pond, occasionally releasing bubbles.

At the pond’s edge, Bluey stood quietly, observing the miracle unfolding before him.

He couldn’t help but feel… he was watching a stew being prepared. The pond was the pot, the boiling water was sunlight, and the girl was the lone ingredient. She floated and tumbled, slowly cooking from raw to done...

She’s changing. Definitely changing.

After about ten minutes of this "parboil treatment," the young dragon could already see clear signs of transformation.

The most obvious was her hair — once pitch-black, it had turned a striking silver-white, shimmering under the sun’s rays.

He also noticed that her skin had become noticeably paler, and her body looked firmer. The once-slender arms now showed the faint outlines of muscle — and maybe she’d even gotten taller?

Alright, that’s enough.

Bluey figured the "doneness" — no, the healing effect — was just about right. Any longer, and this girl might start evolving into a full-blown dragonkin.

Splash—

With a beat of his wings, he flew over the pond. He grabbed her by the collar with one claw, and without ceremony, flung her onto the grass nearby.

It was entirely on purpose.

There was no “gentle treatment” here, nor was there any reason for it. This girl, who’d been on the brink of death just moments ago, was now brimming with vitality. Those few diluted drops of his blood had worked like an intense evolution serum, propelling her far beyond the limits of ordinary humanity.

“Ugh… ow…”

The moment she hit the ground with a heavy thud, the girl stirred — her soul still hovering between life and death was jolted awake.

She was in pain. A lot of pain. Two very different kinds: a dull, throbbing ache in her head, and a fiery burning sensation across her entire body.

These agonies tugged at her from both ends, drawing tears from her eyes.

But as her mind slowly cleared, and she understood where she was—

Hhh—hahhh—

She tilted her head back, staring at the blue sky, and gasped for breath.

It still hurt. Her tears still fell.

But a radiant smile bloomed across her face.

It was the smile of someone who had narrowly escaped death — a smile carved from pain, disbelief, and overwhelming relief. Every throb in her body screamed the same truth:

She was alive.

“It's good to be alive…”

She couldn’t help but spread her arms wide, longing to embrace the living world — but when a cold breeze swept across her soaked clothes and damp skin, she instinctively curled up and shivered.

“So cold…”

“Wait, the others…? Did the others survive too?”

Still reeling from her recovery, she scrambled toward the sanctum.

She thought she would see her people — awake, laughing, alive — and they would return home together.

But cruel reality shattered that dream. Her kin still lay scattered across the grass… and they looked even worse than before.

“How… How could this happen?”

Staring at the grim scene before her, the girl’s eyes widened in confusion. Her delicate features filled with helpless bewilderment.

She couldn’t understand — why had she survived while the others remained trapped in pain?

Had the gods heard her dying prayer… and saved her?

“O merciful god, almighty god, please… please save my people too.”

“I offer you the most devout, most sacred offering I have.”

Facing the dying, her heart in turmoil, the girl clasped her hands, closed her eyes, and prayed — praying for a miracle.

But of course…

No god answered.

Only a sharp, impatient dragon cry broke the silence — followed by a string of nagging roars.

“Rroo (Cut it out).”

“Rro-rrr (Why are you still standing there)?”

“Rro, rro-roo (You gonna start tossing your people into the pond or not)?”

…

There floated a small white dragon.

It had appeared out of nowhere, hovering before the girl like a mythical creature.

She stared, wide-eyed, at this delicate, elfin-like being.

“…Hey. You spacing out?”

Only when the dragon flicked her cheek gently with its tail did she snap back to reality, finally understanding what kind of miracle she was really witnessing.

“Y-Yes!”

No more hesitation — the girl, Wenna, immediately followed Bluey’s instructions and began dragging her dying kin into the pond behind the sanctum.

And during the process, she realized something strange — her strength had skyrocketed. She could lift two grown men at once with ease, barely breaking a sweat.

“Was this… your doing?”

“Did you save me?”

Strangely, though the dragon’s form was small — almost dainty — she found herself speaking with reverence.

And when she thought about it, that felt right.

She wasn’t purely human anymore. Though she bore no visible signs of transformation, there was now a thread of draconic aura flowing within her.

That mystical essence bred a natural sense of closeness — and awe — toward Bluey.

Between dragons, hierarchy is absolute. Especially those born of the same lineage — the blood of the higher dragon always suppressed the lower. That order could not be defied.

Faced with her respectful questions, Bluey merely snorted and shook his head.

Sniff—

“Don’t get the wrong idea. I never intended to save you.”

“I just didn’t want you all dying on my damn doorstep.”

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