Crossover Fic: The Blue-Eyes Hatchling, Found by the Knight King

"I had no intention of saving you."

This sentence seems to have a bit of a tsundere component in it, as if the young dragon is showing his chivalrous spirit of "doing good deeds without leaving a name."

But in fact, the spiritual core hidden behind this sentence has nothing to do with "chivalry"—it's quite the opposite.

"I had no intention of saving you, so you don't need to thank me. And don't come to me if you have trouble in the future. I don't want to have any relationship with you at all."

This is what the young dragon really wanted to express.

He was not Artoria, the chosen king of Britain, who liked to take the responsibility of the whole world on her own shoulders; he also had no intention of getting involved with these humans—because he knew very well that these humans would not really be grateful to him.

Just like the humans in "The Three-Body Problem" would not be grateful to Luo Ji... no, there is actually a more appropriate example, that is, the people living in the kingdom of Camelot never really thanked Artoria for being their king. They were even looking forward to when that perfect king would fall.

[On the one hand, they mocked in their hearts how long a mere child could serve as king. On the other hand, they were constantly preparing for the power struggle after the king's downfall.]

[While praising the ideal king, once they found that the ideal could not save everyone, they would push all the responsibility onto her—as if the destruction of the entire country was her fault alone.]

Ironic? But this is true human nature—while longing for the light, they are also afraid of seeing the real sun.

"After they wake up, you all should leave."

"Also, don't mention anything about me to outsiders."

Looking at the once again clean hillside, the young dragon happily shook its head. Then it spread its wings again and flew high, returning to the comfortable cave, lying down under the warm sunlight.

"Sleep, sleep."

The girl stood on the spot, excited.

She didn't notice the young dragon's departure, but focused all her attention on the clansmen who were undergoing a "baptism." Yes, baptism—she used this sacred word to describe the situation happening before her: her sick and weak clansmen, who were only one step away from death, after being thrown into this pool, began to gradually regain their vitality.

At the same time, the appearance of these clansmen also underwent a surprising change—as if she had thought of something, the girl suddenly looked at the water surface, at her own reflection, and was startled to realize that her own hair had also turned silver-white.

Without a doubt, this was a true miracle. And the person who could create such a miracle was, of course, a true god.

"So, that young dragon just now was actually a real god?"

Suddenly thinking of something, the girl looked around, but could not find the figure of the young dragon.

"After you wake up, you should all leave."

Only the young dragon's voice echoed in her mind—which made her a little disappointed, like a child abandoned by its parents and driven out of the house, standing at a fork in the road, staring blankly back in the direction of home.

"Hey, Vena, what are you thinking about?"

Suddenly, a surprised call sounded by the girl's ear.

Vena turned her head and found that all her clansmen had stood up from the pool. Just now they were seriously ill, but after just five or six minutes of "baptism," they had all recovered their health—and were even in a better state than healthy!

"I feel like I can smash a stone with one punch now!" a middle-aged man in his forties said, waving his right hand. The feeling of power filling his whole body reminded him of his youth. At that time, he was also a hero who could go into the deep mountains alone to hunt coyotes.

"Mmm, it's really not bad... could it be that the water in this pool is the real treasure?" the old man said, feeling the power in his body while looking at the pool before him—he felt that he should probably lead all his clansmen to this pool and soak in the water for a while.

"What are we waiting for? Let's go back quickly!" a young man shouted impatiently—he was now eager to return to the village, to see his beloved, and by the way, to show off his "adventure" to the other young people.

"Go back, go back, go back now."

The clansmen who had recovered their health were in high spirits and excited. They cheered and sang, making this quiet little hillside instantly become noisy.

Vena was also mixed in the crowd. But looking at the expression on her face, she was not as happy as the others, filled with the joy of surviving a disaster. Instead, she dragged her feet, her head lowered, clearly with a heavy heart.

"After they all wake up, you all should leave."

"Also, don't mention anything about me to outsiders."

—In that instant, this girl suddenly realized what the "leaving" in the young dragon's mouth meant. It was not an ordinary farewell, but a "farewell forever."

"Never to see again."

"If you come again, I will kill you!"

That white young dragon, with a rather calm tone, had said rather terrifying words. And looking at the clansmen in front who were excitedly discussing, and seemed to even want to lead the other villagers to this shrine to receive a "baptism." The girl who had realized the truth instantly felt a chill run down her spine.

...

The girl suddenly stopped. In the puzzled gazes of the crowd, she turned around and walked towards the shrine.

"You guys go back, I'm not going back. I'm going to serve the god who saved us here. Also, absolutely do not bring other people here. That kind of action will anger the god!"

Before parting, the girl repeatedly warned. Then, she ignored the surprised or scrutinizing gazes of her clansmen and returned to the front of that shrine.

"Clang—"

She reached out her hand and easily pushed open the heavy stone door of the shrine, continuing to walk into its depths. The sunlight shone through the cracks in the window, illuminating the white dragon statue on the stone pillar—it was cute, and also sacred.

"Oh, god." The girl named Vena knelt before this statue and prayed piously. "Please grant me the strength to stop those clansmen."

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