Chapter 36: Hehe, a New Persona
[Concept].
A new thing.
Shiroryu studied it carefully and found that this thing seemed to be related to a "new form." As everyone knows, Blue-Eyes White Dragon has a clear evolutionary path: The Legendary Stone of White (dragon egg) → Maiden with Eyes of Blue (growth stage) → Blue-Eyes White Dragon (mature stage) → Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon (perfect body) → Blue-Eyes Shining Dragon (ultimate body)... it's almost like the evolution process of [Digimon].
But at the same time, just as Digimon do not all evolve through the regular process, and there are also evolution methods such as "Armor Evolution," "DNA Digivolution," and "Ancient Spirit Evolution," the Blue-Eyes White Dragon, which has already grown into a mature stage, can also unlock a brand new form by fusing with other [Concepts].
The first new form that Shiroryu understood and mastered was comprehended from the concept of [Guardian]:
[Indestructible white dragon, with the power of a guardian added to your wings, transform into a pure white dragon that protects all the beautiful things in the world!]
[Descend, White Spirit Dragon!]
"Eeeeeek—such an embarrassing line! Do I have to say it out loud?"
...
In the mountain valley, in the kingdom of Camelot, it was another brand new day. Like the countless ordinary days and nights that had passed before, Artoria continued the construction work of this new kingdom.
"Everyone, put in a little more effort! I've had Brother Kay buy wine for you all!"
The girl, carrying two thick wooden logs on her shoulders, cheered on the surrounding transport team. She was the king of this country, but she had no airs of a king at all. She was never the kind of king who would only sit in an office and handle political affairs. Most of the time, she was actually working and eating with these villagers.
Her spirit of leading by example undoubtedly won the love and respect of the vast majority of people. Of course, it might also be because she was too capable—she alone could carry two thick tree trunks, each of which required four people to lift together. And she looked quite relaxed, with strength to spare.
In fact, if it weren't for the limitations of a human body, with her strength, she could have dragged more trees or carried more stones. This inhuman performance, if it were on anyone else, would inevitably be subject to some criticism. At the very least, the title of "monster" would be unavoidable. But on her, it seemed to become reasonable again—this was the holy king who had made a covenant with a god. Wasn't it a matter of course for her to have some divine performance? If she couldn't lift two logs at once, that would be the strange thing, right?
"My King, tell us the story of you and that White Dragon God."
"Yes, yes, it's best to tell us something we haven't heard—Sir Kay said that that White Dragon God was actually secretly raised by you. Is that true?"
"That's not right. I remember Sir Kay said that he was the first to discover that White Dragon God, and the holy king first chosen by the White Dragon God was him—but he was unwilling to do it, so he gave the throne to his little sister..."
Before Artoria could speak, the people in the team started arguing among themselves. Thanks to that big-mouthed Kay, there were now many different versions of the story circulating in this village. For example, things like "The Secret History of the White Dragon," "The Story I Have to Tell with the White Dragon," "I Made a Bet with the Dragon God, and the Dragon God Lost a Gold Coin to Me"... anyway, as long as you went to Kay with a bowl of wine, he would definitely be able to make up a brand new version that you had never heard before.
"That guy Kay..."
To this, Artoria was a little helpless, but there was really nothing she could do. Because humans were like this. They always preferred legendary personal experiences and were more willing to believe in those ups and downs of the storyline—on the contrary, those ordinary "truths" would not arouse their interest at all. Even if Artoria said it, no one would like to listen.
"My King, can you contact that Lord Dragon God?"
"Yes, yes, can you summon that eminence?"
"We also want to witness the glory of the god—"
After a brief dispute, the voices in the team were unified again. They shouted the name of the god loudly, their faces only showing excitement and not a trace of awe. People who had never seen a god were like this—they only knew the glory of the god, but never knew the authority of the god.
Artoria, on the other hand, maintained a smile. She could indeed contact Shiroryu, but she would absolutely not agree to such an unreasonable request that was merely to satisfy curiosity. Merlin had once told her a story: in ancient times, there was a legendary king named Solomon. He had once been given the grace to create miracles by God. But from beginning to end, the miracles he showed to his people were only once.
"A miracle is a miracle because it is completely impossible for human power to achieve, and one has to resort to the gods."
"If miracles happen too often, then humans will mistakenly think that [miracles] are very common things, and people will naturally no longer care about the authority of the gods."
"So, a miracle only needs to be performed once. Let the subjects know that the king has the grace of the gods."
This was a thought-provoking example. Artoria often used this example to warn herself that she must absolutely not make the mistake of "individualism." Just like now, she who was working with the villagers.
To be honest, with her own strength, perhaps she could handle these things faster on her own. But she would rather give up some efficiency and act with these villagers—the meaning of this approach was not just to close the relationship between herself and these villagers, but more importantly, to let these villagers participate in the construction of this country. Let them realize that they are also the "builders" of this country, and not just living in this country as "the ruled."
"Wait, my King, I think I saw that White Dragon God!"
"Hm?"
"Really, really, it's the White Dragon God—it's so white!"
"..."
Alright. The king raised her head and looked at the white dragon flying over from a distance. Her pretty face was somewhat helpless. She indeed had no intention of calling for a miracle, of using the name of a god to enhance her authority. But if the miracle came to her on its own... then there was nothing she could do.
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