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

About another week passed.

The downpour, which seemed as if it would wash the whole world clean, finally weakened somewhat, turning into a continuous drizzle, with occasional moments of clear skies.

"The river's water level is slowly dropping."

"We're safe!"

Kay, who was responsible for patrolling the river, announced the good news to everyone at the first opportunity. The villagers who came out of their homes broke into cheers—this meant the crisis of the flood was finally over. They no longer had to live in fear every day, braving the downpour to repair the dikes.

But Artoria couldn't bring herself to be happy. Because she knew that after the disaster known as the "flood," a real disaster was waiting for them, waiting for all the living beings on this island:

[Plague].

"After a great disaster, there will surely be a great plague. After a great plague, there will surely be a great famine. After a great famine, there will surely be great chaos."

This was a saying from that ancient eastern country. Of course, Artoria had never heard this sentence—but the principle was the same. The thousands of years of practice in human civilization had also proven this countless times.

"The cause of a plague is actually very simple."

"After heavy rain and floods, the damp water mixes many dirty things together... like rotting meat, animal feces, and the like."

"Think about it, if a normal living being comes into contact with these things, how can they not get sick?"

The Flower Magus, who seemed to know everything, explained the origin of the plague in a way that the blonde girl could understand as much as possible—but then, the expression on his face instantly changed, from gentle to serious.

"Of course, you can also understand this problem in another way."

"The occurrence of those disasters is the manifestation of the will of this island itself... This island and this era have come to an end. The signs of the apocalypse have begun to appear."

"And Ria, as the Red Dragon who symbolizes the will of this island, and also the king who bears the great responsibility of protecting those subjects, what role will you play on this road destined for destruction?"

The magus asked a question that had no right answer at all.

—In such an era that could not be any worse, no matter what she did, it was wrong.

In the mountain forest, on the cliff.

Compared to the damp world outside, it was sunny and very warm here.

Shiroryu lay in the cave, with most of his body hidden in the cool cavern. But his head was sticking out, enjoying the sunshine—he enjoyed this warm feeling very much, and felt a force in his body that was stirring with the sunshine.

He had a good sleep.

After losing the disturbance of the female red dragon, his life and rest seemed to be gradually approaching that of a standard dragon. A month's time sounded very long, but in his feeling, it seemed to be just a nap. He could have actually slept even longer. But for some reason, from just now, a series of murmuring whispers suddenly sounded in his mind... These unclear voices disturbed his sweet dreams, making him wake up from the fantasy of "Tough, Invincible, Strongest!", "Crush, Shatter, Great Applause!".

"What is that sound?"

With a trace of curiosity, the young dragon spread its wings and flew towards the "Shrine of Light" that shone with white light below the cliff. He was surprised to find that on this originally quite quiet, gentle hillside, there were now a few scattered human figures.

"Humans?!"

The young dragon blinked, not knowing if he should take the initiative to contact these humans. Speaking of which, since coming to this world, he had not seen any humans—Artoria didn't count, she was a red dragon wearing human skin, a kinsman of the young dragon.

Besides, Artoria had deliberately hidden him on this remote cliff, also to keep him away from people, to avoid contact with humans as much as possible.

"Direct contact between humans and dragons—never a good thing."

In the myths and stories of the European region, examples of dragons harming humans were numerous; and the deeds of heroes slaying dragons were legends that every country and region relished... Artoria was not willing to let those stories be staged on this island.

But now, it seemed it was no longer up to her.

Shiroryu, circling in the sky, examined the humans who were either lying or sitting on the hillside with a very wary gaze. A blue-and-white light with a hint of destruction had already begun to form in its mouth—this was its territory, and it had to expel any "offenders" who entered this territory without his permission.

But after a moment, Shiroryu changed his mind. Because he suddenly found that the state of these humans... seemed to be a bit abnormal?

It was a group of pale-faced humans. There were about ten of them, men and women, old and young. They had one thing in common—that was, they were haggard and emaciated. They were either lying or sitting, not moving if they could help it, looking as if their days were numbered.

At the same time, the sharp-eyed young dragon also found leftover fish bones and things like tree bark and grass roots beside them—damn it, these despicable humans hadn't eaten all the emergency food he had worked so hard to catch, had they?

"Is there anyone who can still move? Come with me to find something to eat."

The young dragon hiding in the big tree waited for a long time, and finally heard a voice from the crowd. It was a young girl, who seemed to be sixteen or seventeen years old—she also looked very pathetic, stumbling as she walked. But compared to the other seriously ill people, she could still be considered healthy. At least she still had the strength to walk.

And the other patients lying on the ground... didn't even have the strength to respond to her.

"At least... at least hide in the house. If you don't go in, you'll freeze to death at night!" The girl shouted anxiously, at the same time reaching out her hand, trying to drag the bodies of the patients, wanting to drag them into the white fortress in front.

However—

"Forget it, Vena."

Someone finally spoke. It was a very hoarse voice, like sandpaper rubbing against wood, rough and low. As if every word was granular, squeezed out with difficulty from the depths of the throat.

"We're not going to make it."

"You know... the people who were driven into the mountains, none of them survived."

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