Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [87]

War—a battle whose ending was written before it even began.

—And honestly, that’s how most wars go.

Artoria, another Heroic Spirit, gave Jeanne Alter a harsh lesson in what real war looked like:

Schemes in the shadows, plans in the open; intelligence, and sudden, decisive strikes.

To win a war, you use every means at your disposal.

Is it despicable? Maybe.

But Artoria was shouldering not just a city, but the entire future of the kingdom. If she showed even a sliver of mercy to her enemies, she’d be betraying every citizen who believed in her.

She might spare her enemy—but only after the war was won.

“Martha, don’t hold back. Full assault!”

“Siegfried, you and George—take on that demon dragon!”

A flawless battle plan.

The battlefield was split up, and each enemy matched against those with the best chance of victory. Artoria maximized every advantage, determined to win with the lowest possible cost.

This was Artoria’s art of war.

Born on a poor island with few resources, she’d always had to consider not just victory, but what came after—how to rebuild.

Only a true king would think this way.

“Tarasque, I’m counting on you!”

Martha summoned her “dragon” as well.

This massive, spiked turtle-dragon transformed into an impenetrable fortress, blocking the undead horde from reaching Lyon—removing the last great worry from their side.

Is this really the perfect, guaranteed victory?

High above, Bluey watched the battle unfold.

It wasn’t an exaggeration: Artoria had accounted for every possibility—she’d completely locked down Jeanne Alter’s means of attack. All that was left was to slowly strangle her.

She’d spun a web with no way out, just waiting for the clueless Jeanne Alter to stumble inside.

But—

Heh. Ahoge-neesan… if this is all you’ve got, you’re seriously underestimating my Jeanne.

Watching Jeanne Alter get hammered between Martha and Artoria, forced into a purely defensive posture and losing ground with every step, Bluey could feel it—the Original Sin buried deep within the witch was swelling.

Betrayal…

Jeanne Alter gritted her teeth.

After Martha’s fists smashed into her chestplate a few times, she finally realized what was happening.

Betrayal!

Betrayed again!

Shameful. Unforgivable. Absolutely, utterly unforgivable betrayal!

“AAAAAAHHHH—!!!!”

“You filthy traitors!!!”

“I’ll kill you, all of you, just die—DIE!!!”

Born of betrayal, the witch unleashed her Primordial Sin.

“This is my soul’s roar, forged in hate.”
“Let these traitors—and this filthy world—burn to ash!”

“[La Grondement Du Haine]!!”

Jeanne Alter was truly, finally angry.

Well, to be fair, Artoria had half-expected this outcome.

Their enemy was a Heroic Spirit—worse, a saint turned upside down, summoned straight into the Avenger class.

She might not be the sharpest tactician, but her power was all too real.

“Careful, Martha!”

“Yeah, don’t worry about me!”

Artoria and Martha raised their guard to the highest level, ready for Jeanne Alter’s outburst.

—But even so, they underestimated her strength.

“Burn, burn, burn—!”

“Burn everything in this world to nothing!!!”

Jeanne Alter waved her dragon banner, her ragged laughter echoing with the blaze that instantly swept across the whole battlefield.

Was it a coincidence?

Artoria had set a perfect “feast of betrayal” for Jeanne Alter—but in doing so, she accidentally triggered the sin of wrath burning in the witch’s core. Born from betrayal, now betrayed again, Jeanne Alter’s Saint Graph reacted instantly—all those painful memories came surging back.

Lyon?

No—this was Rouen!

The central square, hands and feet bound to the stake, awaiting the final sentence as a “heretic.”

Lord, why have you forsaken me?

Lord, what did I do wrong?

Lord, tell me—why?

So that’s how it is… There never was a Lord. There never was salvation for us.

That day, the holy maiden who’d saved her people died in crimson flames.

—But, as in the scriptures, three days after her death, she returned to this world… as a witch.

“DIE! ALL OF YOU!!!”

The flames raged.

Black fire, burning everything good as fuel, vowing to destroy the world itself.

“Not good!”

Artoria and Martha managed to shield themselves from the onrushing flames.

But the fire, radiating out from Jeanne Alter, swept across the whole battlefield—including Lyon.

“ROAR—!”

Caught in the spreading inferno, Siegfried and Saint George, still fighting Fafnir, suddenly found themselves in deep trouble.

Empowered by the witch’s flames, Fafnir’s strength exploded—in the blink of an eye, he overpowered both dragonslayers and even had time to unleash a volcanic breath at the distant city.

Witch’s fire. Dragon’s breath.

Two unstoppable forces surged together toward the last stronghold of hope on this land.

“Not good!”

Artoria’s heart sank as she saw what was coming.

If she let that attack through, even victory would be meaningless.

But she and the other Servants were trapped by Jeanne Alter’s flames—no way to get back in time.

What now?

Artoria and Martha locked eyes—each seeing a new, cold fear in the other.

Even though they’d done everything to guard against Jeanne Alter, even though the odds of victory had never been higher… they’d still underestimated the witch and her burning need for vengeance.

“Tarasque… I’m sorry…”

With no other option, Martha drove her dragon-turtle to block the city, using its body to shield Lyon.

But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

A huge gap remained on the city’s front, and now both the flames and the dragon’s breath were heading right for it.

Was it over? Would the last hope Artoria and the others had fought to preserve be wiped away in a single instant?

“No—”

“It’s not time to despair—!”

Suddenly, a new voice rang out, firm and clear.

Along with it, a pure white flag embroidered with a golden fleur-de-lis appeared.

A golden-haired girl and her holy banner stood tall atop the city wall—in that moment, every French soul in Lyon felt their heart skip a beat.

Could it be…?

Yes. At a moment like this, who else could appear?

“Sorry I’m late, everyone. I hope it’s not too late.”

"O' Flag, protect my people!"

"[Luminosité Eternelle]!"

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