Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [86]

France
City of Lyon

Seven days passed in a flash.

Artoria spent every last moment reinforcing and organizing the city; Siegfried, right up against the deadline she’d set, managed to bring back everyone who might prove useful.

“I am Georgios. I was summoned to this land as a Rider.”

The speaker was a burly man with brown hair, his physique as sturdy and reliable as his demeanor. In truth, his dependability far surpassed what appearances alone could suggest.

Georgios—the Saint who slew the dragon. He was better known to the world as Saint George.

Patron saint of England, Georgia, Moscow, Catalonia, and more—his fame spanned all of Europe. Within the Church, his influence even surpassed that of Jeanne d’Arc or Martha. He was, beyond any doubt, a true “disciple of the Messiah.”

“With George’s help, I can resist the witch’s curse much more easily!”

Martha reported the latest progress to Artoria, unable to hide her joy.

Baptismal Chants—a unique magical foundation of the Holy Church, a “miracle” apart from the Five Major Magics. With the Savior’s blessing, the wild power within her was at last completely suppressed; there was no longer any risk of her losing control.

“With this, we have four Servants on our side.”

Artoria mentally weighed their strengths:

Herself, Siegfried, Saint George, and Martha—among Heroic Spirits, these four ranked among the strongest. If they fought together, even Fafnir, the demon dragon, would not be invincible.

On the other side, with both Martha and herself having “defected,” Jeanne Alter’s side was even more short-handed—other than the mastermind Magus and the supposedly fearsome dragon, her only remaining frontline was a Berserked Archer.

What? You’re asking about Bluey?

No, he wouldn’t join the battle.

Artoria knew her white dragon well—he never meddled in human affairs, especially those with nothing to do with him. He simply did whatever he liked, as a dragon should.

“So, this really is a four-on-four war.”

“And since we’re in the shadows and they’re exposed, we have the absolute advantage of surprise.”

“Siegfried, I’d like to ask you a favor… It’ll greatly increase our chances, but it might tarnish your heroic reputation.”

Artoria turned, her tone gentle, seeking Siegfried’s consent.

She’s still maneuvering!

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With Caster’s army of dragons now at the gates, Jeanne Alter, guided by Bluey, finally returned to her monstrous host.

She’d deliberately arrived late by a day.

The original plan had been to attack yesterday and raze this stubborn city—but what did it matter? Sooner or later, the result would be the same. Honestly, she preferred spending time swapping “revenge” stories with her fellow monster girls.

Let’s just call it divine mercy—I let them live an extra day.

A day late, Jeanne raised her dragon-emblazoned banner and stood at the front of Lyon.

On the walls stood two Servants—one golden-haired, one brown-haired. Clearly, they were the city’s last hope for holding out.

So, this is what I was supposed to be afraid of?

Jeanne Alter took a deep breath and turned to her forces.

Hundreds of wyverns circled in the sky, with tens of thousands of fearless undead massed behind her. Caster, Rider, Saber, Archer—four lieutenants flanking her, all ready for battle.

Bluey, after one glance at the knight in full armor, quietly slipped away to a safe distance.

“Attack!”

Once everything was in place, Jeanne Alter, confident in victory, waved her banner.

It was the signal to begin the assault.

And then—“sword drawn, blade flashes, heads roll, blood flows”—a perfect, fluid execution.

Only, the one struck down wasn’t the enemy.

It was—

“Archer!!!”

Jeanne Alter froze, stunned by the sudden turn.

Before she could even process why her own Saber had turned on Archer, another scream rose behind her.

As Siegfried’s demonic sword cut down Archer, Martha simultaneously struck at the Caster beside her.

Those hands that once tamed dragons now pummeled the fragile body of a Magus, blow after blow… It was hard to say which was more miserable: the Archer whose head had rolled, or the Caster being pounded to a pulp.

Meanwhile, Bluey, already withdrawn to safety, let out a sigh of relief for his foresight—then glanced up at the emotionless, golden-haired King atop the wall.

She’s… absolutely ruthless!

She already had the upper hand—why pull something like this? Isn’t that just taking advantage of Jeanne’s inability to strategize?

That’s just evil!

Artoria was, indeed, taking full advantage.

To be precise, it was a seasoned King pitted against a child who only knew to follow her instincts.

“Unfair? What’s unfair about it?”

“This is a battle of life and death—why would you expect fairness?”

“A knight’s duel is a knight’s duel. War is war!”

“They’re not the same thing.”

The King stood atop the walls, her expression unreadable.

Behind her, the city’s hastily-trained militia opened fire in unison.

“Fire!!”

These men, with barely a few days of military training, would never stand against undead or wyverns in open battle—but with the safety of the walls and cannons to fire, they not only fought, they competed for the chance.

“All things considered…”

“This victory is already in my grasp!”

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