Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [95]

Fujimaru Ritsuka had decided to remain in this city.

It was an undeniably unexpected decision. Even Jeanne Alter herself had never imagined she would actually convince humanity’s "final savior," the one chosen by fate itself, to stay by her side.

“Senpai!”

“Ritsuka—!”

Mash and Dr. Roman called out to her anxiously, trying desperately to change her mind.

—But it was impossible.

The girl named Fujimaru Ritsuka had her own quirks and flaws. Yet there was one thing about her that never changed: once she decided something was right, she’d never waver, no matter what anyone said.

And right now, Ritsuka believed this was absolutely the “right” choice.

“You know, it’s not that hard to understand.”

“Mash, Doctor, Da Vinci-chan…”

“Our goal might be to save human history, but as an ordinary person, my perspective might differ slightly from yours.”

Ritsuka spoke casually, then abruptly turned around to glance at Kiyohime, whose confused expression deepened when Ritsuka cheerfully patted her on the shoulder:

“Take Kiyohime, for example.”

“In ancient times, people were terrified by what she did, branding her a monster, right?”

“But honestly, I think her behavior was perfectly normal. When you truly love someone, shouldn’t you pursue them boldly like she did?”

“And besides, wasn't it Anchin who broke his promise first?”

Ritsuka spoke decisively.

Such validation was something Kiyohime had never heard before—this was the first time someone openly supported her actions, leaving the lovesick serpent girl so stunned that her mouth hung open, unable to express the rush of warmth she felt inside.

Completely unaware that she’d maxed out Kiyohime’s affection in an instant, Ritsuka continued, turning toward Jeanne Alter:

“As for Jeanne’s story, we all know it quite well.”

“I’ll say this clearly: If I had been in your place, I would’ve done far worse!”

“Destroying a mere nation? Quick death is too merciful for those traitors. Only endless torment can truly make them feel their sins!!”

Ritsuka declared resolutely.

At that moment, her face displayed an innocence that was pure, yet chillingly malicious.

Even Jeanne Alter was taken aback.

She began to seriously doubt if the girl in front of her was genuinely the chosen savior of humanity, rather than some strange incarnation of the Beast of Humanity.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth’s eyes glittered eagerly.

“What about me? What about me?”

She gazed at Ritsuka expectantly—after all, Kiyohime and Jeanne Alter had gotten their praise; it was her turn now, right?

But…

“Um…sorry.”

“Who are you, pretty lady?”

“Elizabeth Báthory?”

“Huh… I’ve honestly never heard of you before. Are you famous or something?”

“AAAAAAH, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!”

Elizabeth stormed out, screaming furiously as she left.

Before leaving, she yelled something along the lines of “Just you wait! I’m holding a concert tonight, and I'll make sure you never forget me!”

“Is she mad?” Mash asked, watching Elizabeth’s retreating figure with concern.

She’d reluctantly accepted Ritsuka’s decision to ally temporarily with these Servants who’d tried to destroy human history. Yet accepting them as genuine comrades was another matter entirely.

Watching Elizabeth leave screaming and shouting, Mash couldn’t figure out exactly how she felt.

"I hope she's alright, but at the same time, I kinda hope she never comes back..."—perhaps that described her feelings best.

But unfortunately…

“No,” Kiyohime suddenly spoke up.

“She’s not angry at all.”

“On the contrary, she’s actually quite happy.”

Though Kiyohime was usually at odds with Elizabeth, she understood the idol better than anyone else here.

“She’s thrilled not to be recognized.”

“This way, she can remain Elizabeth Báthory—rather than that feared figure known as the Bloody Countess.”

Kiyohime stated firmly, then glanced in amazement at the oblivious orange-haired girl beside her.

Fujimaru Ritsuka.

She memorized that name, along with the girl who carried it.

With just a few simple words, this girl had managed to max out the affection of three “monsters.”

If it was this child…maybe, no, definitely—

Someone who could so easily win the hearts of beings like them would certainly be able to save this world!

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France
Lyon City

Three months had passed since the battle to expel the Dragon Witch.

It had been three peaceful months.

The evil dragon was driven off, the undead destroyed. The ruined cities gradually rebuilt, and the farmlands and pastures around them slowly came back to life. Under the rule of the perfect king, the region was vibrant and flourishing again.

The people of this city were particularly enthusiastic. Whether toward their daily lives or the possibility of another battle, they maintained an extremely optimistic attitude.

“We’re invincible!”

These were no longer mere words, but a belief firmly rooted deep in their hearts.

They had a king who never lost, a saintess who never faltered, a dragonslayer hero, and a saint who once walked alongside the Messiah himself—they simply couldn’t conceive of any possibility of defeat.

“The morale of the people seems very high.”

“They’re eager to march against the witch, desperate to eliminate the source of calamity once and for all.”

Saint Martha reported this fervor to Artoria and her companions.

However, each of these Servants had a different reaction.

Saint Georgios supported swiftly defeating the witch and restoring peace to the world.

Siegfried, the dragonslayer hero, was somewhat reluctant—burdened by his heroic title, he wasn’t eager to raise his sword against a woman.

Saint Jeanne remained deep in thought. Though she didn't voice it openly, Martha understood exactly what she was contemplating:

“Redemption.”

The purpose of this war shouldn't merely be defeating the witch.

Rather, it was to allow the Dragon Witch to redeem herself before the final moment arrived.

But what was Jeanne Alter’s current state?

Martha raised her gaze, looking questioningly at Artoria.

Artoria shook her head slightly, then nodded gently.

—Ever since that day, Bluey had completely ceased communication with her, even cutting off their channels of contact entirely.

—Yet, Artoria believed in Bluey. If she chose to handle this herself, then Artoria had faith that the dragon could manage it.

“So, everyone, this shall be our final battle!”

“Let us all give our utmost!”

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