Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [88]

“Jeanne!!!”

The citizens erupted in cheers.

All their fears instantly vanished. They surged onto the city walls, gathering behind Jeanne, beneath the banner embroidered with golden lilies.

The moment that petite yet resolute figure appeared atop the battlements, even these timid people—terrorized by wyverns, zombies, and undead—found a courage and strength that amazed even Artoria herself.

If you hadn’t witnessed it yourself, you’d never believe it. Who could imagine that just a single person’s presence could ignite the courage of an entire country, an entire nation?

Maybe this was the unique romanticism of France.

These timid farmers, carpenters, and townspeople—only under the leadership of a woman or a short-statured commander would they unleash their nation’s true strength.

“JEANNE!!!”

Jeanne Alter’s roar echoed as well.

She glared at that golden figure standing proudly on the wall, fury blazing through every fiber of her being.

Betrayal—again!

And this time, even she herself had betrayed her!

“I’ll kill you!!!”

Black flames surged, roaring with renewed fury, forming the colossal image of a dark dragon in midair—charging ferociously at the wall, intent on obliterating everything standing there.

Yet Jeanne stood utterly fearless.

“This banner proves the presence of my Lord!”

Radiating from the banner’s tip, a white, holy light enveloped the entire city, an absolute, invincible shield—divine protection granted as a miracle to this girl.

“Everyone, concentrate all firepower! Take down that demon dragon first!”

Jeanne’s support came precisely at the right time, and Artoria, acting swiftly as commander, immediately knew what they needed to do next.

"This sword is a reflection of the sun."
"Let me collect your debts..."

"The evil dragon shall fall, and the world will reach its sunset."
"I will bring you down--"

"Thy dragon, originating from sin, see the truth of Ascalon!"

"Oh dragon who never knew love's touch, come to me."

Four Heroic Spirits associated with dragons unleashed their Noble Phantasms simultaneously.

Watching the surge of overwhelming magical energy, Bluey had a gut feeling that the ultimate goal behind this strike wasn’t simply to kill that demon dragon.

Their aim was to cleanse this land once and for all!

This stupid woman—why is she just standing there?

Run, already!

BOOOOM—

An immense explosion rocked the skies above Lyon.

The blinding afterglow lasted a full minute, and it took another ten for the smoke and dust from the explosion to clear completely.

“Did… did we win?”

Gazing across the devastated battlefield, inhaling the lingering scent of scorched earth, Martha—completely drained of mana and physical strength—slumped to the ground without caring how she looked, gasping for breath.

“The demon dragon’s aura has vanished completely. I can no longer sense it.”

Siegfried gave his definitive confirmation.

As the legendary dragon-slayer from the Nibelungenlied, he had a unique connection to Fafnir, making it easy for him to detect the dragon’s presence.

If he said the dragon was gone, then it was truly gone.

But what about the witch who had summoned and controlled the dragon…?

“She’s not dead.”

Artoria stated this with absolute certainty.

She could guess—with even the strand of hair atop her head—that at the final moment, Bluey had surely rescued Jeanne Alter.

It was their tacit understanding.

No explanation was needed. From the moment Bluey had told her, “I’ve defected. Don’t contact me again,” she knew he’d found something important, and had his own plans.

Under these circumstances, the best course of action was simply to proceed as planned and not intervene.

She’d entrusted everything fully to Bluey.

And deep down, she truly believed the clever white dragon could do even better than she could.

That girl… I leave her to you.

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Bluey carried Jeanne Alter, flying steadily toward Orléans.

Jeanne Alter was in terrible shape.

Her injuries were severe—Martha’s punches had been brutally unforgiving, each blow capable of shattering ribs.

But what truly put Jeanne Alter into such a dire state was the reckless, uncontrolled burning of her rage.

She’d overdrawn her own power.

Well, maybe not overdrawn… she’d always known she’d be destroyed by the same rage from which she was born.

But this particular “destruction” hadn’t been part of her plan.

One betrayal after another had driven her to madness, guided purely by instinct. And the instant Jeanne d’Arc appeared, she abandoned even the instinct to survive—her only thought had been dragging that other Jeanne into mutual annihilation.

Fortunately for her, Jeanne d’Arc’s Noble Phantasm was purely defensive, without the slightest offensive capability. Otherwise, her survival would be a different story.

I think that creepy-eyed guy hid his [Grail] around here, right?

Let’s see… ah, here it is.

Bluey brought the unconscious witch back to Orléans, now an empty city.

He gently placed her on a bed, then ventured into the magician’s hidden workshop beneath the city, retrieving the magus’s [Pseudo-Grail].

Not a real [Holy Grail], but rather a fake created by the Demon God King Goetia, meant to distort human history. Although it lacked the power to grant any wish, the near-limitless magical energy it held was undeniably the best possible medicine for Jeanne Alter right now.

From here on out… I guess all I can do is wait.

Bluey carefully fused the [Pseudo-Grail] into Jeanne Alter’s body.

Bathed in magical energy, her injuries swiftly healed—at least on the surface, she appeared unharmed.

But, due to severely depleting her foundational strength, she would likely sleep for two or three days… and who knew what she would be like once she awakened?

Sigh.

Bluey exhaled heavily.

He had to admit—everything happening right now was technically within his own “plan.”

Yet, even then, he couldn’t help but think…

That ahoge girl was truly ruthless.

He couldn’t tell if Artoria had done this intentionally or just happened upon it by chance—but Jeanne d’Arc’s arrival at the very end was a psychological killing blow so devastating it left Bluey, just watching from the sidelines, stunned with chills down his spine.

If it’d been me, I probably would’ve fought her to the death too.

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