Morgan attacked Shiroryu.
Without a doubt, it was a laughable attack. Compared to the majestic dragon that was like a mountain, that basketball-sized energy ball was by no means a dangerous thing—it couldn't even break through Shiroryu's defense. Before the light ball could even reach his body, the magical energy emanating from his huge body automatically knocked it into the sky.
"Boom—"
The blue-and-white light ball exploded at about the position of Shiroryu's wings. The dazzling light temporarily illuminated the dark night, but in the next instant, it returned to silence again.
"So, what should we do with her?"
Looking at the Red Dragon Princess who was lying on the ground, completely exhausted and unable to get up, a trace of admiration flashed in Vena's eyes. It was only now that she fully understood why Shiroryu was so disgusted with the her who only knew how to kneel on the ground and pray—indeed, even as an enemy, one would hope that their enemy would be a hero who dared to wield a blade against the gods even knowing they would lose, rather than a weakling who only knew how to close their eyes and wait for death when faced with a predicament!
"So, should we absorb her? She seems to have some misunderstandings about us, but I think she would be a good partner." Vena suggested from the bottom of her heart.
Nearly half a year of wandering had increased her knowledge a lot, but it had also increased the loneliness in her heart. She gradually realized that "companions" were a very precious thing, but unfortunately, the only one who could be called her "companion," Shiroryu, was really not suitable for traveling with her.
"No."
"This is not our business."
Shiroryu, however, rejected Vena's proposal.
He had to admit that Morgan's soul did indeed contain a rather huge mystery—half of the mystery of this island resided in her soul. No wonder Vena's description of her was "can't help but want to take a bite."
Such a Morgan was indeed a great supplement comparable to the flesh of the Tang Monk. A bite would grant immortality, two bites would lead to ascension. If he could absorb all the mystery hidden in her body, he could even ascend to heaven in one step and become one of the rulers of this island... but indeed, it was better to forget about that kind of thing. He had no interest in forcibly putting his mark on things that did not belong to him.
And Morgan, this princess who clearly had the blood of a red dragon flowing in her veins but could not ascend to the throne, was never within his jurisdiction.
"This is her business. It's better to let her handle it."
Although Shiroryu did not say it explicitly, Vena knew that the "her" he was referring to was the ahoge-little-sister she had met once before. Also the very popular, said-to-be-the-chosen-king-who-could-save-Britain recently.
[Remember, no matter how good your relationship with him is, even if you are so close that you can share food.]
[But when the other party is disciplining their own vassal, you must not interfere—unless you are already prepared to break with him, and even become enemies.]
This was the lesson Merlin had once used to educate Artoria, but it applied to Shiroryu as well.
This was their red dragon clan's own business... it was better to let that ahoge-head worry about it herself!
...
In the same mountain range, under the same night sky, in a certain place called a [Kingdom], which was actually just a slightly larger town, in the dark night, most of the households were already asleep. Only a small wooden house was still lit with three or four candles, illuminating the slightly narrow room.
There were three people in the room, sitting around a square wooden table. Two people dressed as knights sat opposite each other, discussing something in a relatively gentle voice—the magus in a white robe was staring at the direction of the door, pretending to be listening intently, but in fact, his mind had already wandered far away.
"The spring planting has been completed... but we don't have enough food. We have to find a way to get through this period of shortage."
"I have sent people to the nearby kingdoms to buy grain, but those kings don't seem to be willing to sell grain to us, even if we offer double the price."
"Also, although there doesn't seem to be any sign of drought in our territory; but there are already refugees wandering into our territory... they say they have suffered a once-in-a-century disaster and are requesting to join our kingdom."
"Sir Kay has already led people up the mountain to cut down trees and build simple shelters for those refugees overnight."
The silver-haired knight reported the recent development of the kingdom bit by bit. His name was Bedivere—he was the knight who had found this territory and Artoria in early spring of this year.
At the very beginning, Artoria had thought that he, like those other knights, wanted to challenge her to "make a name for himself."
But later, Artoria found that she seemed to have misunderstood him. This knight named Bedivere did not have any extraordinary power; he was a completely ordinary person. But besides that, he was, in Artoria's heart, the most perfect knight!
Loyal, humble, upholding justice, with a noble ideal of saving this island from troubled times—most importantly, he also had the talent to handle political affairs, and was extremely serious and responsible in his work. Any task she gave him would be completed without any discount. Completely unlike her foster brother, who would be lazy if he could, and would never use seven points of strength if he could use five.
With so many advantages, he quickly gained Artoria's trust and was promoted to be her secretary to assist her in handling various affairs—in other words, what Kay called "the king's lackey."
"Sir Bedivere, you've worked hard. You should go and rest first, you still have work tomorrow."
"Me? You don't have to worry about me, it's still a long time before my rest time!" Artoria said with a smile.
—She was lying.
She actually didn't need to rest, and had no intention of resting at all. Since the machine named [King] had already started to operate at full capacity, she was reluctant to waste even a tiny bit of time.
"But, if I may be so bold, my King. I'm afraid you will have to stop the work in your hands."
Bedivere left. But in this room, another person's voice suddenly sounded.
"Merlin?"
Artoria looked at Merlin with some surprise. It was the first time she had seen a trace of "panic," and even "wanting to run away," on the face of this magus who always appeared calm no matter what happened.
"Did something happen?"
"Mmm... it's not a big deal, actually. It's just that later, you must not say that I was here too."
Join my patreon For Early access to Chapter : patreon.com/TheWorldGod
Tiamat 200 Chapter (Final)
Honkai 110 Chapter
Lobotomy 110 Chapter
MushokuTensei 40 Chapter
'Pure Evil' Simulator 57 Chapter
Crossover Fic Blue-Eyes 76 Chapter