The young dragon's body shone with a blinding white light.
At the very beginning, no one thought there was anything wrong with this white light, let alone realized that this white light was actually a "disaster" in another sense. But after a moment, when the scope of this white light suddenly became larger—instantly changing from a basketball-sized ball of light to a white sun that overshadowed the entire town—Artoria, who had already sensed something, her face instantly changed.
"Not good! Everyone, retreat immediately, evacuate this village!"
She tried to organize an evacuation. And to make everyone hear her instructions clearly, she even added some magical energy to her voice—the king's command instantly awakened the onlookers who had been attracted by the white light.
But, no one left. Looking at the white sun that had already expanded to its limit in the sky, everyone realized they were witnessing a great miracle. No one would choose to leave at this time. Even the most ordinary farmer would not want to miss such an important moment that "had never happened before and would never happen again."
"Tch—"
Artoria gritted her teeth. She took the initiative to stand out, blocking the middle of the white light and the crowd, using her own power to forcibly shelter the already-entranced onlookers. But her power had its limits. She might be able to protect those humans, but she could no longer protect the buildings in the village—and when the white light gradually dissipated, and the young dragon hidden within it showed its evolved form, a destructive storm spread out from between its wings, mercilessly destroying anything it could destroy.
"What's wrong with it?!"
Artoria's eyes widened, not understanding why the young dragon, which had been fine just now, would suddenly cause this "disaster."
But it was alright, someone could understand, someone could answer the king's doubts.
"Don't worry, that is not actually its intention."
It was Merlin. This magus, who seemed to be behind everything, appeared behind Artoria. "But, since it is a true god, its advent is destined to cause anomalies between heaven and earth—those who cannot resist this anomaly call it a 'disaster', but those who can truly face this anomaly can feel the magnificent waves hidden in this power."
"The might of a god is like a prison, the grace of a god is like the sea... before a life form that truly possesses supreme power, even a guy like me can only kneel and bow."
Merlin said this, but he did not "kneel and bow." Instead, he raised the staff in his hand and released his most skilled "flower magic" at the hurricane that seemed to be able to destroy everything in front of him.
Under the influence of his magical energy, the hurricane, which seemed to be world-destroying, instantly subsided, and in a moment, turned into harmless pink petals. Those petals flew all over the sky, forming a dreamlike sea of pink flowers in the sky. Then they fell one after another, landing on everyone's head, shoulders, and the ground... The small town that was just about to face a destructive fate was suddenly completely occupied by a girlish pink.
This was also a kind of miracle. If it were normal, the humans protected by these petals would definitely cheer the magus's name loudly. Or say with a matter-of-fact tone, "As expected of that magus."
But now, no one cared about these petals anymore. Everyone's eyes were attracted by the white dragon in the sky—its body was huge. Just one wing could cover the sky above the entire village. The people in the shadow could not see the full picture of this white dragon at all.
But Artoria could. Because she was not observing the white dragon in the sky with her eyes, but with her "heart," and was even communicating with it.
"This... is you grown up? How did you suddenly get so big!"
After the initial shock, Artoria's heart gradually calmed down—this behemoth, which seemed very terrifying to others, was in her eyes just a "grown-up young dragon." There was nothing to be afraid of. She had fed it flatbread by flatbread, and had taken care of the big young dragon with her own hands. How could it be a bad child?
"In fact, this doesn't count as truly grown up, it can only be considered a teenage state... my fully evolved form is ten thousand times stronger than this."
Shiroryu proudly flapped his wings—his current state was the standard [Blue-Eyes White Dragon]. 8 stars, 3000 attack, but a vanilla monster with no effect. To unlock those true powers, he had to devour more mystery and evolve into a more mature form.
Of course, that was all in the future and needed to be planned for the long term. And now, what was truly important was—
"Although I know it's nonsense... but I'd better confirm it again. What if your blockhead brain can suddenly change its mind?"
"Artoria Pendragon—I ask you, do you really want to become a king? A king who is destined to meet the most tragic end in this collapsing era?"
The white dragon asked thus, and at the same time transmitted some images into Artoria's mind. His voice was no longer the language of a dragon, but normal human language. So not only Artoria, but also the other people in the village could hear his question.
"Of course."
Artoria's voice was still firm. Just now, Shiroryu had shown her the scene of the "apocalypse"—in the twilight of a blood-red sunset, the young woman stood on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, bearing all the hatred and curses of this world alone.
But she still showed no hesitation. The throne in the apocalypse was actually a curse rather than a blessing. No matter how she struggled, she would meet a lonely and tragic death—she had long understood such a thing, but even so, she would still raise the king's flag without hesitation. Because she had never fought for herself. What she wanted to protect were the humans living on this island, and the smiles on their faces.
"Even if we are in the apocalypse, struggling in pain and thus letting this island fall into a hell of hatred; and facing this apocalypse with a smile, everyone joining hands to get through the difficulties—there is still a difference, right?"
This was the answer the girl gave. An answer that was not perfect, but was satisfactory enough.
—This was enough.
In fact, in this apocalyptic Age of Gods where everything was wrong, the fact that there was an "answer" was in itself a very gratifying thing.
"I actually don't know if this is right or wrong."
"But... since you have made your choice, then make a pact with me!"
"A pact? What pact?"
"Mhm, an eternal pact between you and me."
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