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

Another period of time passed... about a month or so. After a brief period of excitement, the mountain forest returned to its original quietness.

This seemed to be good news... the villagers who had been stabbed by Vena seemed to have no intention of returning, but had defined the nearby valley as a "domain of an evil god." They believed that an evil god had given Vena her power and bewitched her mind, making her fall into evil.

So, the area where Shiroryu was gradually became a "forbidden zone of evil" in the mouths of the villagers—along with those like Vena, whose hair had turned white and eyes had turned blue, they were all regarded as proof of "evil," and were isolated and excluded by the other normal villagers.

According to the latest news from Vena, those clansmen whose hair had turned white seemed to have already left the village in a group... they seemed to be going to a secret place where no one else could find them, to form a new tribe.

"Let them be." Shiroryu didn't pay any attention to the plans of these "dragon remnants."

You can't just because you occasionally fed a stray dog a sausage, self-indulgently think that you are its owner and have the obligation to take care of it for life. Similarly, he never regarded these people as his blood relatives—even though they indeed possessed a portion of his power, and this power would be passed down to their descendants through the bloodline.

"Merlin told me that they might have a chance to become a new magus family. But, the greater possibility is that as time passes, they will be buried in the dust of history."

It was a starry night. Artoria brought a very sumptuous meal—there was bread with raisins, lamb smeared with honey, and even a low-alcohol fruit wine with a slightly sour taste. This treatment was so good that Shiroryu wondered if this was a "last meal."

"After this meal today, I'm afraid I won't be coming over for a long time. Sir Ector is taking me to a pasture in the countryside, saying he wants to give me special training for my swordsmanship..."

Alright. It really is a last meal.

...

Artoria was a bit annoyed. Another period of separation. This was actually a very common thing, logically it shouldn't be made such a big deal—before this, Artoria had already achieved the "achievement of not seeing the young dragon for two consecutive months." But for some reason, for this separation, Artoria's mood was quite melancholy.

It was probably because she also vaguely felt something—after all, her age had reached fifteen. In the ancient Celtic customs, this was an age that could already be considered "adulthood." She was now in a state of "being prepared, ready to welcome the fate of being a king at any time."

And if you think about it this way, Sir Ector's seemingly impulsive closed-door special training was probably for this reason too.

"I wonder what I will look like when we meet next time? If I am already a king when we meet again, will you still recognize me?" Artoria reached out her hand and gently stroked the young dragon's head with a rather complicated mood—a little reluctant, and also a little expectant.

But in the face of her "affectionate" parting, the young dragon just glanced at her. Then it no longer paid any attention to this suddenly sentimental little ahoge, and single-mindedly buried its head in its food.

"Won't recognize you? Impossible. As long as this ahoge is still there, I'll recognize you even if you turn to ash. Besides..."

As if thinking of something, the young dragon suddenly stopped chewing, turned its head, and looked at the melancholy little ahoge. At this moment, its pair of blue eyes were as crystal clear as gems, incomparably clear.

"What's wrong?"

"No, nothing. I just suddenly thought of something interesting." The young dragon blinked, showing a very innocent and simple appearance.

—What bad thoughts could he have? He's just a little bit gluttonous!

...

As usual, Artoria left before dawn. But unlike before, after she left, the young dragon did not return to the cave to rest. Instead, it spread its wings and flew high, flying over the cliff, towards the more distant mountain forest.

"Rest time is over. It's time to get serious!"

After searching for a period of time, the young dragon found a lake and plunged into it like a blue-and-white missile—the cool lake water awakened his slightly lazy soul, and the black shadows hidden in the lake water made the dragon's blood in his body begin to boil.

[Water Monster].

There were magical beasts in the mountain forest, and water monsters hidden in the lake. From a broad perspective, this creature that originated from "Leviathan" could probably also be considered a kind of "dragon-kin"—they had long, snake-like bodies, and a huge back that suddenly widened in the middle. They would sometimes suddenly surface, and water would pour down from its flanks like a waterfall; sometimes they would quickly dive under the lake, stirring up a vicious wave on the lake surface, capsizing the boats on the lake.

It had to be admitted that the strength of these water monsters was not low. But at the same time, what was more important was that the bodies of these water monsters contained a higher concentration of mystery.

A monster is a monster after all—compared to the magical beasts in the forest, they had already broken away from the level of "beast," and had evolved into a higher level "fantastical species." Although it was the lowest level of fantastical species.

"I don't know if I can beat it... let's give it a try."

To be honest, fighting such a monster for the first time, Shiroryu's heart was actually a little nervous. After all, the number of enemies was large, and it was fighting underwater in the dark—this was the absolute home field of the water monsters, which was a bit disadvantageous for him, a "dragon."

But... time was tight, there was no time to consider so much.

"Just go all out. If I can win, I'll fight. If I can't, I'll run! Anyway, let's fight first!"

A point of light was born in the young dragon's mouth. This light was very weak, so insignificant for this lake that was tens of meters deep, that it couldn't even completely illuminate the water around the young dragon. But the aura of destruction contained in this white light... forget these low-level water monsters, even if the real Leviathan came, it would have to be stunned for a moment, wondering if Gabriel had already blown the horn of the apocalypse.

"Annihilation White Light!!!"

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