Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [104]

Jeanne d’Arc ended up settling into this city.

This sounded like something unbelievable; even Jeanne herself, at first, couldn't believe she had integrated so smoothly into this "evil" city whose mere existence was fundamentally a "blasphemy against God."

Yet, once she truly started living here, things didn't seem nearly as awful as she’d imagined.

“Good morning, Miss Jeanne.”

Mash Kyrielight—a girl who seemed soft and tender—somehow gave Jeanne d’Arc a strangely familiar feeling, as if they were comrades belonging to the same camp. But after closer scrutiny, Jeanne realized she’d mistaken her for someone else.

“Good morning, Mash.”

“What’s for breakfast today?”

“A few slices of bread, grilled sausage, and some thick tomato soup.”

Among the “idle residents” of the city, Jeanne and Mash were among those who rose early, and were now regular "meal buddies."

“But...what’s going on with all this food?”

Jeanne asked, confusedly eyeing the servants who wheeled carts laden with food back and forth through the corridors.

These meals were extraordinarily abundant and seemed to originate from entirely different eras—there were roast meats and wine fitting for this era, as well as snacks like potato chips, chocolates, and sodas from fifteen hundred years in the future.

“Ah, those things?”

“They’re offerings to the divine lord, hoping He’ll continue blessing Chaldea—or at least, that’s what the doctor says.”

Mash playfully imitated Dr. Romani’s voice, a devout yet clearly flattering smile appearing on her face.

Meanwhile, Jeanne, having caught what seemed like impossible words, jolted in shock, not even noticing her spoon had dropped into the bowl of soup.

“Huh?”

“Divine lord?!”

...

Morning, after breakfast.

With nervousness in her heart, Jeanne approached Bluey’s room.

Artoria’s instructions echoed through her mind—to form a friendly relationship with this white dragon.

But was that even possible?

As a saintess of the Messiah, could she really establish friendly relations with another deity?

The answer, it turned out, was yes.

“Ah, there's no need to worry.”

“I know of your existence, and of that God’s existence as well.”

“That God truly might be the supreme and only being in heaven and earth.”

Seeing Jeanne’s visibly anxious expression, as if worried she had committed some grave sin, Bluey not only welcomed her warmly but also invited her in, cheerfully sharing the food set out on the table.

He understood Jeanne’s concerns.

In the teachings of the Holy Church, the Trinity—Father, Son, and Holy Spirit—was considered the supreme and only deity.

The Church denied the existence of any other gods, declaring them merely "false gods."

But what did that matter? Whether gods were true or false had never been something for humans to define.

And, if viewed from the perspective of reality, perhaps that particular God truly was the "one and only" of this world.

After all, other deities typically protected only a single nation or region’s people, but that God’s origin lay in the "salvation of all humanity."

If He truly could accomplish that, acknowledging Him as the world's only true God would hardly be incorrect.

“Besides, I’m no longer a god.”

Bluey spoke quite frankly about his own situation.

The King at the End of the Age of Gods had swung the pillar of heavenly light, slicing away his wings as a deity and freeing him from the shackles of Divinity.

From that moment, he’d truly gained freedom.

Surely no one actually believed becoming a deity was something good?

How could being a deity, tirelessly working to protect humans, possibly compare to being a dragon happily munching on potato chips?

“Oh, alright. It seems you’re uncomfortable conversing directly with a dragon.”

“Hm…how about this, then? It’s been a long time since I took on human form—I hope it doesn’t startle you.”

Bluey shifted again into his human form.

It was the same youthful appearance as before, though clearly older and taller compared to the baby-faced child he once was.

Judging by his appearance, he looked about sixteen or seventeen now.

He wasn’t exactly an adult yet, but definitely couldn’t be considered a "child" anymore.

“It was Ahoge... Artoria who sent you, right?”

“That’s just how she is—always worrying herself over completely unnecessary things.”

From the moment Jeanne had entered this room—no, from the moment she had entered this city—Bluey had clearly seen through Artoria’s "intentions."

Wasn’t she simply trying to let him see what the true "Saint Jeanne d’Arc" looked like?

Pure, steadfast, beautiful, kind... She indeed deserved her fame as one of the most renowned saints in history. It was no wonder someone as picky as Ahoge-nee approved of her.

Yet despite this saintess’s almost artistic perfection, Bluey felt absolutely nothing toward her.

He could sense that even this perfect saint surely had a more genuine side hidden within. But she had hidden that side far too well—ever since she descended into this world as Saint Jeanne d’Arc rather than as Jeanne from Domrémy Village, everything worldly had lost relevance for her.

Compared to her, he indeed preferred the current Jeanne Alter much more.

The Dragon Witch, riddled with countless flaws, but infinitely real—someone who could openly laugh or cry whenever she pleased.

“Then, former divine lord...”

“Can I ask you a question?”

Looking at this youth roughly her own age, Jeanne, who had been tense from the beginning, gradually relaxed enough to finally voice the question that had been troubling her for some time:

“Were you the one who’s been protecting and guiding her all along?”

Jeanne asked in a voice filled with firm conviction.

In her mind, it must have been due to this deity’s guidance that her “little sister,” born from wrath, hadn’t completely fallen down a path of evil.

Yet—

“Nope.”

The unexpected answer came clearly.

Jeanne stared blankly, confused, at the youth before her, who had once been a deity.

“You’re severely underestimating her—and severely underestimating yourself.”

“???”

“Even if she isn’t truly your other self, merely a shadow cast by the light shining upon you... still, as someone born because of a true saintess—no matter how evil she might seem, how bad could she really be?”

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