Chapter 43: Graveyard Effects Cannot Be Activated!
[Fairy].
This was the concept Bailong had extracted from the holy sword, [Arondight], a symbol of all the magnificent fantasies in the world.
"Like the surface of a lake illuminated by the moon in the night, shining silently."
Thus, the white dragon, enveloped in this light, was imbued with a sense of "tranquility."
"So beautiful—"
Lying on the ground, Vena looked up at the white dragon god in the sky, who was displaying his new form. Her eyes held a dreamy, mesmerized look.
[Blue-Eyes Spirit Dragon].
This was a resplendent white dragon.
Compared to the mighty appearance of the Blue-Eyes White Dragon, its form was more slender and elongated, and the light it emitted was more ethereal. Its entire body had even become translucent due to the intensely piercing light.
Such a white dragon had shed its image of [Domination], replacing it with a more otherworldly, almost "unworldly" temperament.
"Forcibly fusing the powers of the fairies, have you?"
"A good idea, but I wonder how much of that power you can actually wield?"
Standing on the ground, Scáthach suddenly grew excited.
This was true excitement. Facing a truly powerful enemy, the hero's blood in her veins began to boil uncontrollably. This was an old habit of Scáthach's.
Although she, having "graduated" from this world, always said things like, "I will not interfere in the struggles of the present world, for it would be a discourtesy to those living in this age," if she encountered an opponent to her liking, the fighting spirit within her would surge uncontrollably, and she would have to fight to her heart's content before considering anything else.
But—
"Hey, hey, what is this light?"
As the white light, brimming with life force, descended from the sky and dispelled all the deathly aura lingering on the ground, the goddess from the netherworld finally felt the rejection of the living world and had to return to the world that belonged to her.
"Hey, did you hear me? I said wait a minute!"
"At least let me throw one more spear before I go!"
"Or you can come to the Land of Shadows, and we can have a proper fight!"
The goddess from the netherworld shouted in frustration—but where was her figure to be found in this mortal world?
[Blue-Eyes Spirit Dragon, effect activated.]
[Once per turn, when a card or effect is activated in the Graveyard, you can negate the activation.]
...
Bailong spread his wings, scattering the glorious light of life.
His original intention was to save Vena, who was lying on the ground.
But his wings were too large, and the light was too abundant. These white specks of light, filled with life force, fell like rain upon the battlefield that had just been ravaged by the deathly aura. Inevitably, they also fell upon the soldiers who had been wounded by Artoria's attacks.
After being bathed in this light, the lightly wounded soldiers were healed almost instantly.
Even the severely wounded soldiers' vital signs stabilized. They would only need a period of rest to recover fully, with no lasting injuries.
"So, does this mean we've won?"
Artoria stood in the center of the battlefield, looking at the emotionally stirred enemy soldiers around her, her expression a little bewildered.
"I suppose we have," Bailong thought for a moment and nodded affirmatively.
Although they hadn't defeated that old woman head-on, they had sent her home. How could such a remarkable achievement not be considered a victory?
Moreover, the soldiers around them, their eyes filled with a fervent gaze as if they wanted to worship Artoria like a divine statue, were the greatest prize Artoria had won in this war.
This was the benefit of having someone serve as a "stepping stone."
And it was a veteran powerhouse like Scáthach serving as a stepping stone to boost the reputation of a newcomer like Artoria.
Although Bailong knew he hadn't actually defeated the old woman—he had just forcibly used his domain of life to cancel out her "deathly aura," forcing her to return to the netherworld—the soldiers didn't know that!
In the eyes of these onlookers, the combination of a god and a holy king had defeated the legendary master of heroes from Celtic lore. Oh, right, and they had to include the little girl who had charged into the gray fog with a scimitar. When bards sang of this legendary event in the future, she would surely have a part in it.
"In any case, after this war, the Britons living on this island should no longer have any objections to your status as the 'Chosen King,' right?"
"The next task should be to consolidate the power of these kingdoms and prepare for the war against the White Dragon King, Vortigern, and the Saxons."
Bailong gazed into the distance, as if he could already see the white demonic dragon entrenched in the [White Fortress], its form occupying the entire city fortress.
The White Dragon God and the White Dragon King.
Bailong and Vortigern.
Unlike Scáthach, who occupied the world of the dead and was in a league of her own, the one who shared his same attribute was the mortal enemy Bailong had to kill and whose power he had to seize.
"Ah."
"We will surely be victorious!"
Artoria also turned around, looking at the subjects waving at her, her face beaming with a smile called "happiness."
—In that moment, she genuinely felt that she was only one step away from the "ideal kingdom" of her dreams.
But then again.
Although it was indeed just one step, successfully taking that step was certainly not a simple matter.
"Wait, what did you say?"
"I have to govern eight kingdoms at once, eight!"
"Damn it, where am I going to find so many people!?"
"Where's Kay? Did that guy run off again?!"
Looking at the maps, various bills, and reports handed over by Bedivere, even the usually composed Artoria couldn't help but curse.
—Winning a war might be easy, but the path of governing a nation was indeed long and arduous!
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