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

The sword was stuck in the ground. The girl named Vena's face was pale. But just as Shiroryu had said, she no longer had time to hesitate.

Either kill her clansmen, or kill the young dragon—she could only force herself to extend her trembling hand and barely grasp the cold hilt.

"Hey—"

Artoria, who had witnessed this scene, frowned tightly. She didn't know why things had turned out this way—it was the young dragon who had saved those dying villagers, so why had they become enemies in the blink of an eye?

"This is too cruel!"

Artoria couldn't understand such a thing, but her knightly code told her that she absolutely could not just stand by and watch this happen. So the moment Vena grasped the hilt, she proactively extended her arm, wanting to intervene in this matter.

—But at this very moment, a hand that suddenly patted her shoulder forcefully stopped her "helping hand."

"You'd better not do that, Ria."

A gentle but serious voice sounded from behind Artoria. She turned her head in surprise and found that it was the Flower Magus who usually only taught her in her dreams.

"Merlin? When did you get here?"

"Mmm... it's been a while," the magus replied with a smile.

Then, without waiting for the anxious Artoria to say anything, he first turned his gaze to the young dragon in mid-air, which had already assumed a guarded posture, and nodded in greeting. "Good day, Your Highness White Dragon. I hope you don't mind my presumptuous visit. After all, this disciple of mine has many shortcomings."

He spoke very politely. The young dragon in the sky stared at him for a while—then snorted with some dissatisfaction, landed back on top of the shrine, and no longer paid attention to this "teacher" and "student," but began to focus on the girl who had already passed through the rock crevice.

"Ah, what a stroke of luck. To rashly intrude into the territory of a dragon god, even I would feel a bit of pressure." The magus placed his palm on his forehead and wiped it, pretending to be very relieved. Then he turned his head, looked at the speechless Artoria, and began his impromptu "on-site teaching."

"This is an unexpected lesson. After all, I didn't expect such a thing to happen... but since it has happened, there's nothing to be done. Ria, you must remember my admonition. No matter how good your relationship with Him is, even if you can share food with each other—when He is disciplining his own vassals, you absolutely must not interfere. Unless you are already prepared to break with Him, and even go to war."

...

A king is certainly not a lonely king. Every king will have his own vassals—not the kind of political evergreens who work for anyone. But vassals who share the same ideals and ambitions as the king, who can support each other on the same path.

Artoria, destined to become a king, had long thought about what kind of people she wanted to create great deeds with. Of course, there was nothing to say about this. Sir Ector's ten years of education had deeply integrated the concept of "chivalry" into her soul, making it an inseparable part of her spiritual attributes.

"But He is different."

"He is a true dragon. Logically, His vassals should also be dragons. But there is no second dragon on this island for him to command. So, when he is forced to take humans as his subjects, he is forced to train them."

Just as Shiroryu had said earlier, he was not a god and did not like praying humans. He liked true heroes, people with strong action ability.

"It's not necessarily right to do something, but it's definitely wrong to do nothing!"

Shiroryu seemed to be forcing that girl to make a choice, but in fact, he was conveying to her the most important spirit in the [White Dragon Clan]: "Dare to think. Dare to do!"

...

Vena, holding the sword, walked out of the rock crevice and once again came to the outside world. Standing before her were her former clansmen—every face was familiar, some even had a deep friendship with her.

"Hey, Vena, you're really here!"

A friendly cheer came from the crowd. But now, the girl could no longer hear these sounds. She raised the longsword in her hand and, at the nearest clansman, directly stabbed.

"Puchi—"

The sharp blade pierced the clansman's body—but it was not fatal, because the position she stabbed was the shoulder. She did it on purpose. She was unwilling to kill these clansmen, but she absolutely could not turn the blade against the god in her heart... she could only choose a compromise. It was also a seemingly more cruel plan than directly killing these clansmen:

"Vena, you're insa—"

"Shua—"

She wouldn't give these clansmen any explanation at all. The girl who had made up her mind waved the longsword in her hand, continuously stabbing at the arms or thighs of these clansmen. Her purpose was only one: on the premise of ensuring their lives, to absolutely prevent these people from approaching that shrine.

Of course, these clansmen were not thoughtless targets, letting the girl stab and slash at will. The moment she injured the first clansman, the others had already realized something was wrong and at the same time launched an attack on the girl.

But... the gap was too big.

Although among these clansmen, there were not a few like the girl, who had received the "baptism" of dragon's blood and whose hair had turned silver-white—but there was a difference between baptism and baptism.

Just like in the myth of Nuwa creating humans. The first batch of people Nuwa created were all "figures" carefully kneaded with skillful hands. And the humans created later were just mud spots flung out by a gourd vine randomly dipped in some muddy water. Can these two be the same?

By the same token, although they had all been baptized by dragon's blood, Vena, who had been chosen by Shiroryu and was the first to be soaked in the pool, and the other clansmen who had been soaked in the pool at the same time... the power they obtained was not on the same level at all.

Facing the full-force attack of the clansmen, the girl who knew no combat skills at all just casually waved the longsword in her hand and easily knocked over three or four people. And after about ten minutes, the number of clansmen who could still stand was less than one-third.

"So, are you going to continue fighting? If you all fall here... even if you're not fatally injured, you'll probably die from excessive blood loss without timely treatment, right?"

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