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

But just like Shirataki said, she no longer had time to hesitate.

Either kill her people or kill the young dragon—she could only force herself to stretch out her trembling hand and barely grasp the cold hilt of the sword.

"Hey--"

Artoria, who witnessed this scene, frowned.

She didn't know why things turned out like this - it was the young dragon who saved the dying villagers, but why did he become their enemy in the blink of an eye?

“This is so cruel!”

Altria couldn't understand such a thing, but the chivalry in her heart told her that she must not watch such a thing happen. So the moment Vina grasped the hilt of the sword, she took the initiative to stretch out her arm, wanting to prevent this from happening.

——But at this moment, a hand suddenly patted her shoulder, abruptly blocking her "helping hand".

"You'd better not do this, Leah."

A gentle, yet serious voice sounded behind Altria. She turned around in surprise and found that it was the flower magician who usually only taught her in her dreams.

"Merlin? When did you get here?"

"Well...it's been a while."

The magician replied with a smile.

Then, without waiting for the anxious Artoria to say anything, he fixed his gaze on the young dragon in mid-air, which was already showing a wary look, and nodded slightly in greeting.

"Good day, Your Highness Bailong. I hope you don't mind my presumptuous visit. After all, as your disciple, I do have many shortcomings."

He spoke very politely.

The young dragon in the sky stared at him for a while - then it snorted in dissatisfaction and fell back above the temple. It no longer paid attention to the "teacher" and "student", but began to pay attention to the girl who had already passed through the crevice.

"Ah, how lucky I am."

"Rashly trespassing into the territory of a Dragon God would make even me feel a little pressured."

The magician wiped his forehead with his palm, pretending to be very relieved.

Then he turned around and looked at Artoria, who seemed to want to say something but hesitated, and began his temporary "on-site teaching".

"This was an unexpected course. After all, I didn't expect something like this to happen... but since it has happened, there's nothing we can do about it."

"Liya, remember my warning."

"No matter how good your relationship with Him is, even if you can offer each other food, you must never interfere when He is teaching His subjects a lesson."

"Unless you are ready to break with Him, or even go to war with Him."

……

The king is definitely not a lonely king.

Every king has his own ministers—not the kind of evergreens who work for anyone. Rather, they are ministers who share the same ideals and ambitions as the king and can support each other on the same path.

Artoria, who was destined to become a king, had already thought about the kind of people she wanted to work with to create great achievements.

Of course, there was nothing much to say. Sir Hector's ten years of consistent education had long since ingrained the concept of chivalry into her soul, making it an inseparable part of her spiritual attributes.

“But He is different.”

"He is a true dragon, so logically speaking, his subjects should also be dragons."

"But there is no other dragon on this island for him to command."

"So, when He had no choice but to take humans as His subjects, He had no choice but to train them."

Just like what Shirataki said just now.

He is not a god, and he does not like humans who pray. He likes true heroes, those who are capable of action.

“Doing something may not be right, but doing nothing is definitely wrong!”

Shirataki seemed to be forcing the girl to make a choice, but in fact he was conveying to her the most important spirit of the White Dragon Clan:

"I dare to think."

“Dare to do it!”

……

Vina carried her sword, walked out of the crevice, and came to the outside world again.

Standing before her were her former tribesmen—every face looked familiar, and some were even close friends with her.

"Hey, Vina, you are here!"

There were also cordial cheers from the crowd.

But the girl now can no longer hear these voices.

She raised the sword in her hand and slashed at the nearest tribesman.

"Pfft-"

The sharp blade pierced the tribesman's body - but it was not fatal because she stabbed the shoulder.

She did it on purpose.

She was unwilling to kill these tribesmen, but she absolutely did not want to point the sword at the god in her mind... She could only choose a compromise.

It also seems to be a more cruel plan than directly killing these tribesmen:

"Vina, you're crazy..."

"Shh-"

No explanation will be given to these tribesmen at all.

The girl, having made up her mind, brandished the sword in her hand, continuously stabbing the arms or thighs of these tribesmen.

She had only one goal: to absolutely prevent these people from approaching the temple while ensuring the lives of these tribesmen.

Of course, these tribesmen were not mindless targets, allowing the girl to stab and slash them.

When the girl stabbed the first member of the tribe, the others realized that something was wrong and attacked the girl at the same time.

But... the gap is too big.

Although there are some tribesmen like the girl who have been "baptized" by dragon blood and whose hair has turned silver-white - there are differences between baptisms.

It’s just like the myth of Nuwa creating human beings.

The first humans created by Nuwa were meticulously molded figurines, while those created later were simply mud dots created by waving gourd vines dipped in mud and water.

Can these two be the same?

The same principle applies. Although both were baptized by dragon blood, the power gained by Vina, chosen by Shirataki and the first to be immersed in the pool, was completely on a different level than that of the other tribesmen who were immersed in the pool at the same time.

Facing the all-out attack of her tribesmen, the girl, who knew no fighting skills at all, simply waved the sword in her hand and easily knocked down three or four people.

About ten minutes later, less than one-third of the tribesmen were still standing.

"So, do you want to continue fighting?"

"If you all fell here... even if your injuries weren't fatal, you'd still bleed to death without timely medical attention, right?"

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Chapter 15: The Pleased White Dragon

Anger, curses, despair, hatred.

The tribesmen once used the most vicious words in the world to inflict the girl named Vina, and prayed to the just gods to punish her.

But, no.

There are no gods in this world anymore—and of course, there is no “justice” either.

The people, unwilling but ultimately helpless, supported each other. While cursing the girl whose mind had been bewitched by the devil, they struggled to move forward the way they had come.

The girl stood there quietly, watching the backs of her tribesmen gradually walk away until they disappeared.

"I am back."

A few minutes later, she passed through the narrow crevice again and returned to the white temple.

Her temperament has been completely renewed.

“It’s like he’s become a completely different person!”

Altria looked at the expressionless girl in front of her with some disbelief. She found it hard to understand how, in just a few minutes, a harmless little white rabbit could transform into a lioness emitting a deadly aura?

Bai Long was somewhat dissatisfied.

"You seem to have let them go?"

The young dragon flew down from above the shrine and landed in front of the girl. From a slightly higher level than her, it asked her a question from a condescending position.

"Was I not clear enough? I said kill them, or kill me."

The cold questioning voice emanated endless meaning. Standing nearby, listening intently, Artoria had no doubt that in the next moment, the young dragon would extend its claws and execute the "traitor" who dared to disobey his orders.

But Vina remained undaunted.

She had nothing to fear anymore... Her sword was stained with the blood of her people, a sin that she could never wash away.

Besides this, the more important point is that through what just happened, she has completely understood this:

I can make mistakes.

But we can’t do nothing.

The young dragon's teachings had reached her heart through the sharp sword, and resonated with the meager white dragon bloodline in her body.

"I will not kill my own people, and I cannot raise the blade of rebellion against you."

"So, that's the answer I gave."

The girl raised her head and looked up at the "Dragon God" in front of her that should have frightened her, without any hesitation in her eyes.

"Shh-"

She raised the sword in her hand.

But the tip of the sword was not pointing at the young dragon - but at her own left shoulder.

Without any hesitation, she thrust the sword through her left shoulder. The intense pain instantly reached her brain, causing her to fall to her knees, nearly losing control of her body.

She had to hold the hilt of the sword with her right hand and use the blood-stained sword blade as support to ensure that she would not fall to the ground.

Honestly, she looked miserable.

Dark red blood gushed out from her shoulders, and in just a moment her upper body was soaked red, which looked quite shocking.

But she was smiling.

It was very sinister and forced, but he was indeed laughing, and it was a laugh from the heart.

Because at this moment, she finally understood the "dragon's" way of survival.

She lowered her head and looked at the blood flowing from the blade - hers and her people's.

"I offer this blood as a sacrifice."

"White Dragon God, I hope this satisfies you."

……

This is an incredible and even somewhat "weird" scene.

Artoria looked at the girl whose body was still bleeding but whose smile was getting brighter and brighter - if she had not witnessed the growth of the young dragon with her own eyes, she would probably subconsciously think that this girl was worshipping some "evil god".

And what about the young dragon? Will he be satisfied with these sacrifices called "blood"?

Artoria stole a glance at the dragonfly—and discovered that the little fellow had already begun to flip up and down in mid-air.

"Not bad."