Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [105]

Another seven days had passed.

Thanks to the dragon servants pulling overtime shifts, the massive project originally estimated to take a month had shockingly reached its final stage after just a little more than one week.

“Next is decorating the city.”

“And then I shall personally hold the foundation ceremony for this city!”

High-spirited, Jeanne Alter announced the final task from within her lavish palace.

At the same time, sets of blueprints were distributed into the hands of “idle people” like Kiyohime and Elizabeth.

These blueprints had been personally designed by Jeanne Alter herself, with Chaldea’s organization kindly providing copying assistance. On them were carefully drawn 665 important magical nodes, placed across the city's major buildings, city walls, and even in some obscure corners.

This was what Jeanne Alter called “decoration.”

Once these magical nodes were set, this city would truly begin to “operate.”

But setting magical nodes wasn’t exactly easy work. Those low-ranking dragon servants had no business working on such advanced tasks. Jeanne Alter could only delegate this arduous mission to those “idle people,” treating it as compensation for all the free meals they’d enjoyed during this long stay... Well, at least, that was the reasoning given.

But could anyone tell Jeanne d’Arc—

Why exactly did she also have a set of blueprints in her hands?

At first, Jeanne d’Arc suspected it might be a trap.

A sinister scheme Jeanne Alter deliberately set up, baiting her into a trap.

But very quickly Jeanne d’Arc abandoned this idea—because everyone sitting around her unanimously declared that Dragon Witch simply didn’t have the brains for it.

Expecting her to scheme against someone? Forget it, she'd rather just set people on fire!

“Besides, we’ve checked thoroughly. These magical nodes have absolutely no problems.”

“When combined, they indeed form a complete, ultra-large magical circuit. This circuit can connect to the underground leyline, turning these buildings into a city in a real sense… You could understand it as: once these nodes activate, the city officially gains jurisdiction over this land.”

“665 nodes, plus the final special location she reserved for herself—the place for the Foundation Ceremony, conveniently making up the concept of 666.”

“She's probably trying to say this is a city of hell or something.”

Doctor Romani’s explanation was extremely professional.

But that only made Jeanne d’Arc even more convinced of one thing:

“No.”

“There is something extremely wrong about this.”

Jeanne d’Arc fully admitted her younger sister definitely lacked the intellect for scheming. Yet at the same time, if Jeanne Alter suddenly became so careless as to forget the presence of another faction’s spy in the city, that too would completely defy common sense.

“But what exactly is she trying to do?”

Jeanne d’Arc stared down at the extremely detailed blueprint in her hand. She knew perfectly well that with just a bit of sabotage, Jeanne Alter’s “foundation ceremony” would vanish like foam.

She’d originally intended to do exactly that.

But after hastily carrying this critical intelligence back to Lyon overnight, the usually wise and perceptive king gave her an utterly unexpected response after a long silence:

“There’s no need to stop her.”

“You could even cooperate with her.”

...

With no time left to question further, the utterly bewildered saintess hurried back toward the Enlightened Dragon City, carrying yet another new task.

But now, the number of Servants aware of this critical intelligence was no longer limited to Jeanne alone.

“Why did you send her back to help that witch?”

“Did you discover something?”

Martha asked with confusion.

She wasn’t questioning the king’s judgment—she simply found it unbearable to allow the witch’s plans to proceed this smoothly. If they didn’t stop her right now, it would likely become impossible to do so later.

An undead city rising upon the land of the living—such blasphemy!

But that was actually precisely what Artoria wanted to say.

“I don’t know exactly what she intends to do.”

“But I do know what she wants us to do.”

Artoria’s voice was calm, casual.

She had to acknowledge that spiritual little sister did seem to have grown up slightly—in just these few months of absence, she’d already changed from a reckless, arrogant brat into a girl who knew how to use tricks.

But... still far too inexperienced.

Had no one asked, Artoria wouldn’t even have bothered to mention a petty trick like this.

“She’s waiting.”

“She’s waiting for us to stop her, to sabotage her plans.”

“Huh? Why would she want that?”

“I don’t know. But I do know exactly what she doesn’t want to see—so, naturally, that’s exactly what I’m going to show her.”

The king’s decisions had always been decisive and ruthless.

There was no need to fully comprehend an enemy’s intentions; simply doing whatever caused the enemy the most pain would suffice… The legendary king worthy of every knight’s pursuit was essentially that kind of cold-hearted person.

At the same time, Artoria also finally understood why Bluey favored that Dragon Witch so much.

“Twisted holiness, false grandeur.”

“Even while bearing sins intolerable to this world, she never wished for redemption. Instead, she merely hoped to persist longer, just a little longer.”

At least in this regard, the dragon and the girl really were alike.

...

Another week passed.

Regrettably, the “accident” Jeanne Alter had hoped for still never occurred.

With Mash, Elizabeth, and the other Servants’ combined efforts, those 665 magical nodes were securely installed at a steady pace. Under Jeanne d’Arc’s meticulous inspections, they proved sturdy and reliable, absolutely free of any mishaps.

“So it’s finally today, huh?”

Jeanne Alter stood proudly before her palace, greatly satisfied.

Stretching before her palace was a thirty-meter-wide main road, leading directly into a circular plaza. In the very center of this plaza was a small hole—now all she had to do was insert the cursed banner she held into that hole, officially marking the completion of the city.

“Very good, very good.”

Smiling warmly, she waved at the dragon servants lining both sides of the street; then, adopting a remarkably solemn expression, she raised the banner high in her hands and took her first step forward.

For some unknown reason, watching Jeanne Alter’s solemn expression—almost tinged with a hint of sacred dignity—

At this very instant, Jeanne d’Arc felt no trace of “joy” emanating from her.

Instead, she sensed unprecedented sorrow.

That sorrow was born from within Jeanne Alter herself, reflecting upon Jeanne d’Arc due to their shared origin.

And precisely at this moment, Jeanne d’Arc finally understood clearly the true source of this sorrow:

“No, no! That’s not right!”

“This isn’t a foundation ceremony!”

The pure-white saintess raised her head abruptly, staring in horror at the black witch, who strode forward proudly with her head held high.

“This is a funeral—”

“A funeral she meticulously prepared for herself!!”

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T/N: seeee this isnt dropped...

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