Chapter 64: Sin Blue-Eyes White Dragon
Outside the chalk-white city, on a deserted grassland, Shiroryu and Artoria stood firm.
Looking back, the distant chalk-white city was almost out of sight. Looking up again, a few dark clouds had suddenly covered the sky, blocking the previously bright moonlight and starlight. The world suddenly became dark.
Without a doubt, this was a little trick of his—he placed his hope in this night, hoping to use the darkness to hide his current appearance.
But, in fact, there was no need to hide it anymore.
"I should have thought of it long ago."
Looking at him, who was standing on the spot but was reluctant to change into a dragon form, a very annoyed look appeared on Artoria's face. She really should have thought of it long ago. The previous him was so unwilling to change into a human form. He would rather live alone in the valley than to change into a human form to integrate into the town. But ever since he had subjugated the vile king Vortigern, he had been maintaining a human appearance, and had never changed into a dragon form again.
Before this, she had thought that this was because he had "grown." From a small child to an adult, which was why he was willing to show himself in a human image. But now, when she had summoned those Round Table Knights from the Throne of Heroes, and had learned from them that sad, yet they called "correct," history—
"To be a king, one has to pay a price after all. And if I didn't feel any pain, then it means that someone has paid this price for me in advance. So, tell me. To realize this ideal of mine, what kind of price did you pay, okay?"
Hearing her request, he was silent. Then, with his body as the center, a black whirlwind suddenly kicked up. That black wind was very vicious, carrying the curse of anger and despair, as if wanting to blow them into the king's body together.
But faced with this oncoming evil wind, she did not dodge at all. She didn't even blink, but tried hard to widen her eyes, just to see his current appearance clearly.
—Still a white dragon.
But compared to the previous white dragon, whose whole body was blooming with a domineering aura and a sacred majesty, the white dragon before her no longer had that beautiful brilliance. Its originally very strong body had suddenly become very thin, and the skin on its surface had become as pale as a skeleton. Its form had also become more狰狞 and terrifying. A black as ink had completely covered the position of its upper skull—but the most striking thing was its pair of wings, which had been almost completely covered by black.
[Malefic Blue-Eyes White Dragon].
The white dragon that had fallen into anger and curse, although it had withstood those noisy malice with its strong personal will, it was ultimately no longer the sacred appearance of the past.
"You..."
Artoria's heart suddenly ached. She widened her eyes, as if she were looking for something. But in the end, she could not connect the狰狞 and terrifying pale bone dragon before her with the little young dragon who had shared food with her and had chatted with her before.
"I..."
She looked at her own hands again, her face for the first time showing a bewildered and helpless expression. Although she had long guessed the current situation, when she really saw his current appearance, she still couldn't help but feel terrified.
Was it worth it?
She asked herself this. On one side was the happiness and smiles of hundreds of thousands of people in Britain; on the other was the young dragon she had watched grow up, who had originally had a sacred brilliance, but had now fallen into darkness.
To place these two things on the two ends of a scale for comparison was really too torturous to the heart, and too destructive to reason.
"But—"
Just as she was silent, secretly grieving,
"You don't have to put on such a dejected look." He pointed at his current appearance and said in a very calm tone. "It just looks scary. This little thing is actually not a big deal to me... I can at least last for another three thousand years."
Three thousand years, the seas turn into mulberry fields. Let alone Camelot. With the disastrous nature of this planet, at that time, whether there would still be an Isle of Britain, and whether there would still be humans living on it, was another matter.
"So, you can rest assured. Your Round Table Knights did not come to this era because of this matter."
Another whirlwind kicked up. The him who had returned to human form patted her shoulder and told her that things were far from as bad as she had imagined.
—But from another perspective, the situation had actually become even worse.
He was right. A mere "Kingdom of Camelot" that had gone a little astray. Although this had indeed changed history a little, the Counter Force would not have sent a full seven Round Table Knights for this "small matter." And if you add the six Round Table of the present world... the thirteen Round Table Knights had all gathered, forming a super-luxurious lineup in this apocalypse at the end of the Age of Gods.
Then, the question is, what is the existence that is fortunate enough to be jointly subjugated by these thirteen Round Table Knights?
"Oh my, so hard to guess, what could it be?"
"Cath Palug, it couldn't be you, could it."
Suddenly, another man's voice sounded in the darkness. At the same time, the voice of a certain little white beast, very unconvinced, also sounded:
"Fou (me)?"
"Fou fou fou fou fou fou (you're the one who should die)!"
...
An unexpected intruder, a magus. But it didn't seem that surprising. He was always like this, appearing and disappearing like a ghost. Appearing when no one thought of him, and disappearing when everyone was anxiously looking for him.
"Fou—"
Upon seeing him, this little white beast, whose great name was [Cath Palug], immediately broke free from the magus's embrace. It climbed onto his body like a squirrel and skillfully occupied the position on his right shoulder.
"Merlin???"
"Ah, my King, good evening. Although I am very proud to have cultivated an outstanding king... but from the current situation, your talent in cultivation seems to be even more outstanding than mine."
"???"
"Although I really want to reveal this truth for you, but indeed, it's better to let this god eminence tell you in his own words. Or, you can also call him this."
"Beast—the Fourth Beast, who holds the principle of [Sublimation], a great disaster rejected by human history!"
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