Anime: Blue-Eyes Baby Dragon, picked up by the Knight King

"Here comes 173!"

As a gorgeous carriage slowly drove over from the road in the distance, the knights, already dressed in their attire, lined up on both sides of the palace, ready to welcome the arrival of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

——This job is very familiar to both the Round Table in this world and the Round Table that came down from the Throne of Heroes, and there will definitely be no mistakes.

However, when the princess, dressed in her finery, stepped down from the carriage and, smiling, led another slightly shy girl down as well—

"!!!"

A certain chief knight made a very surprising move.

He first widened his eyes with an expression of disbelief - then he used quite swift movements to pull Tristan and Kay, who were originally standing far away, together, and covered their eyes with his left and right hands respectively.

"Sir Lancelot?"

Altria looked back in confusion.

But he found that Kai had already started arguing with Lancelot.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Didn't you say we were good brothers? And we just agreed to go to the tavern together after the dinner!"

"Nonsense, I only did this because we are brothers!"

Lancelot said viciously.

As for Tristan... this Knight of the Round Table, who always appeared melancholic, had unknowingly taken out his harp, seemingly preparing to play some romantic tune.

Chapter 63: War Must Look Like War

Royal Palace, Banquet Hall.

When Morgan, who arrived late, walked into the bustling room with an expressionless face, the banquet was officially announced to begin.

——It is a "banquet" in the true sense.

Regardless of how the royal families of other countries entertain their distinguished guests, the standard here in Altria is that the dishes must be plentiful - it doesn't matter if they are not plentiful, but the quantity must be sufficient.

If she lets the guests go back hungry...that would be a slap in her face.

"Wow, Father, you are just like me!"

The rebellious knight in a red tuxedo, who looked about 80% similar to Artoria, was the first to respond to her father's call.

Morgan looked at the guy who was biting a beef thigh with a murderous look - she absolutely did not want to admit that she had any relationship with this guy.

"Mother, I offer you a toast."

At the critical moment, it was Gawain, the eldest son, who took action in time to resolve the resentment that seemed to be about to solidify into substance.

While drinking the wine in the cup, this perfect Sun Knight was also filled with emotion.

——He almost forgot that his mother, who was called "the demon concubine" by the world, could be so gentle.

That was probably when he was seven or eight years old. At that time, Artoria had just started her army and was still secretly accumulating strength. His mother gave him the holy sword that contained the power of the sun and gave him a perfect "knight education", hoping that he, who also had the blood of the red dragon flowing in his body, could become the "savior king" in the prophecy.

Later, the Knight King rose to power. The fifteen-year-old Gawain was attracted by the king's charm and joined the king's army, willingly becoming the king's right-hand man.

He also voluntarily gave up his mother's "dream of restoring the country."

From that time on, he gradually lost contact with his mother and only heard news about his younger brothers and sisters occasionally... It was not until Agrawen sneaked into Camelot as an assassin that he suddenly realized one thing: his elegant and intellectual mother had unknowingly degenerated into a witch of revenge.

At that time, nearly twenty years had passed since he joined the Knight King and became a glorious Knight of the Round Table.

"That's great~"

The Sun Knight, who had returned from the Throne of Heroes, looked at his mother in this parallel world and expressed his gratitude from the bottom of his heart to the person who had facilitated the reconciliation between his mother and the King.

——Even if the price of doing so is that the five Knights of the Round Table, led by him, will all disappear.

"Speaking of which, this place is like a dream specially created for us."

Gawain turned his head again and looked at Guinevere, who was drinking with Lancelot, with a slightly complicated look.

He was a little angry and wanted to scold the traitor for being so shameless! But then he suddenly realized that Guinevere in this world didn't seem to be married to the king - they were just good friends.

Under Guinevere's mediation, the Knights of the Round Table, which had been falling apart, seemed to be glued together again, recreating their "incomparable glory".

"Hehe, marrying Leah? That's a really good idea."

"I'll have my father come over to propose tomorrow—he's been wanting to marry me off for a long time anyway."

"Stop talking nonsense! If you're drunk, go find a room and sleep!"

"No, I still want to hear their stories. Tell me more about how Leah in your world disguised herself as a man. Didn't the other subjects realize this fact?"

……

The banquet went smoothly.

Even those knights who had formed a blood feud with each other gradually let go of their anger under the mediation of Artoria and Guinevere.

——The main reason was that Artoria agreed to give them a chance to end this feud "openly" and "honestly".

"That's just wonderful."

Gawain picked up the wine glass, looked at Lancelot sitting in the distance, and drank the wine in the glass.

After seeing this scene, Lancelot also responded to this "fair and upright knight duel" in a very solemn manner by drinking the wine.

In the Last Supper, the Messiah, who had foreseen his own death, compared his blood to wine in a cup, and asked the saints to drink the wine to show that he had atoned for the sins of all people.

And now, these two Knights of the Round Table are expressing their determination to "drink the blood of the enemy" in this way.

but--

"That's not right."

"This isn't a fair and upright knight duel."

Looking at the atmosphere that suddenly became tense again, Artoria, who was sitting in the main seat, spoke slowly.

She grasped the timing perfectly and firmly held the initiative of the banquet in her own hands.

"Although the number of participants is a little less...but if I remember correctly, the name of this competition should be called "Holy Grail War" right?"

"Since this is a war, it has to look like a war!"

"???"

"This isn't surprising, right? Since it's a competition, it should naturally be a comprehensive one. The ultimate winner shouldn't just be skilled in martial arts, but also possess wisdom, strategy, and even luck!"

"Come to think of it, I haven't been this excited in a long time—"

Looking at the knights whose expressions were either confused or thoughtful.

A very rare smile also appeared on Altria's face.

She hasn't fought with anyone for a long time.

This body, built specifically for war, is almost rusting.

"I actually wanted to try it right now... but after all, I'll have to wait until tomorrow."

"I'll think it over carefully and announce the rules of this war tomorrow."

……

The banquet is over.

In confusion and anticipation, the knights returned to their rooms, waiting for tomorrow to come.

But Shirataki didn't leave.

Because he knew that after meeting these heroic spirits from parallel worlds and learning about the stories that happened in those parallel worlds, Altria Pandragon—the Red Dragon King whose fate he had personally changed—must have something to say to him.

"Ah, I do have something to ask you."

"But before that, can you let me see what you look like now?"

"I mean the dragon look."

Chapter 64: Sin: Blue-Eyes White Dragon

Outside the Cretaceous City, on the deserted grassland.

Shirataki and Altria stopped here.

Looking back, I saw the Cretaceous City in the distance, almost out of sight. Looking up again, I saw that several dark clouds had suddenly covered the sky, blocking out the moonlight and starlight that had just been bright.

The world suddenly became dark.

There was no doubt that this was Shirataki's little trick - he placed his hopes on the night, hoping to use the darkness to conceal his current appearance.

But, there is no need to hide it anymore.

"I should have thought of that earlier."

Looking at Shirataki who was standing there but was reluctant to transform into a dragon, Altria's face showed an expression of great annoyance.

She really should have thought of it earlier.

Shirataki had clearly disliked transforming into a human. He preferred living alone in the valley rather than transforming into a human and blending into a village.

But since he defeated the humble king Futigeng, he has always maintained his human form and has never changed into a dragon form.

Before this, she had thought that this was because Shirataki had "grown up," from a child to an adult, and that was why he was willing to appear in human form.

But now, after she summoned the Knights of the Round Table from the Throne of Heroes and learned from them the history that was clearly sad but which they regarded as “correct”—

"Becoming a king always comes at a price."

"And if I don't feel pain, it means someone must have paid the price for me in advance."

"So, tell me. What price have you paid to realize my ideal? Okay?"

Shiraki remained silent after hearing Altria's request.

Then, a black whirlwind suddenly arose with his body as the center.

The black wind was very vicious, carrying curses of anger and despair, as if it wanted to blow them into the king's body.

But facing the evil wind blowing towards her, Artoria did not dodge at all.

She didn't even blink, but tried to open her eyes wide just to see Shirataki's current appearance.

——It’s still the White Dragon.

But compared to the previous white dragon that exuded domineering aura and sacred power, the white dragon in front of him no longer had that beautiful glow.

Its once sturdy body suddenly became extremely thin, its skin turning as pale as a skeleton, and its figure became even more ferocious and terrifying. Ink-like black completely covered its skull—but the most striking thing was its wings, which were almost completely covered in black.

[Sinful Blue-Eyes White Dragon].

The white dragon fell into anger and curses. Although he withstood the noisy malice with his strong personal will, he was no longer as sacred as before.

"you……"

Altria suddenly felt heartbroken.

She opened her eyes wide, as if trying to find something, but she couldn't connect the ferocious pale bone dragon in front of her with the little dragon that had shared food and chatted with her before.

"I……"

Altria looked at her hands again, and for the first time, an expression of confusion and helplessness appeared on her face.

Although she had already guessed about the current situation, when she actually saw Bai Taki's current appearance, she still couldn't help but feel frightened.

does it worth?

She asked herself this.

On one side is the happiness and smiles of hundreds of thousands of people in Britain; on the other side is the young dragon she watched grow up, who once possessed divine glory but has now fallen into darkness.

Putting these two things on the two ends of the scale and weighing them is really too torturous for the human heart and too destructive to rationality.

"but--"

Just when Artoria remained silent and was secretly sad.

"You don't have to look so distraught."