Anime: Blue-Eyes Baby Dragon, picked up by the Knight King

In response to this, the hero, who was worried about having nothing to do, gladly accepted the order - he really liked this way of fighting where he didn't have to use his brain and just followed orders.

"By the way, Siegfried. Remember, whether you find the other Heroic Spirits or not, you must return here in seven days."

"???"

"Dark Jeanne...that Dragon Witch seems to be preparing to summon a dragon named Fafnir to attack us. We need your strength."

"!!!"

……

Siegfried stopped.

He looked at the calm and composed king in front of him with a puzzled look.

Fafnir—a terrifying name, a dragon whose movement is enough to destroy a country.

To be honest, even Siegfried 3.1 himself didn't know how he defeated the dragon.

Even if he were to try again... he would definitely not have the determination to defeat this dragon.

But none of that matters.

Now, the real question was: How could this blond king know so much about the enemy's intelligence? It was like he had placed surveillance cameras in the enemy's war room?

Can she even predict the enemy's battle plan down to the exact time?

"Don't make that expression."

"And... maybe that Fafnir isn't an enemy after all."

In the picture that came synchronously in my mind.

Artoria looked at the little white dragon that was sneaking around and trying to get close to the scary dragon.

A hint of a successful smile appeared on her face.

Chapter 82: Dai Mao Jing: Oh no, it’s a honey trap!

Shirataki quietly approached Fafnir.

His and Artoria's plan was actually very simple - since anyone could be under the knight's armor, the dragon codenamed "Fafnir" could essentially be replaced with any species of dragon.

There was no need to worry about being discovered, as Shirataki possessed the ability to absorb its mysterious power. After killing it, he would first assume its form. Then, he would find the right moment, waiting for Black Jeanne to be at her most triumphant, to launch the most fatal betrayal against her... Honestly, Shirataki was puzzled as to how Altria could have come up with such a murderous and heartbreaking idea.

Shirataki always felt that after abandoning her identity as a "king", this ahoge seemed to gradually begin to let go of herself and no longer conceal her true nature as a "dragon".

"Even among dragons, she's considered evil... no, more like scheming."

Shirataki muttered to himself as he inched closer to the massive dragon. He had to be careful and swift, taking the dragon's life before anyone else noticed. Then, he would assume its form and take its place.

But—24 “What are you doing here?”

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded from behind.

The scales on the white dragon's body suddenly shrank, and he thought to himself that something was wrong.

"It's Black Jeanne d'Arc!"

This stupid woman... is her intuition so sharp?

"This is not the place you should be!"

Black Jeanne's voice and footsteps sounded at the same time, and she walked towards this side step by step... Shirataki's mind was working frantically, thinking about what to do in this situation?

In fact, he was ready to fight back.

She's just a dragon witch. At worst, we can just give up the [redemption] plan and send her directly to hell... That's what Shirataki thought.

However, what Shirataki didn't expect was——

"This place is too dangerous. It's not the place you should be."

"See that giant dragon? It can eat you whole in one bite!"

"Really? Where is your master? How could he let you come to a place like this?"

"Okay, okay, there's really nothing I can do about you... You're hungry, so you came out to find something to eat, right?"

"Come with me!"

Black Jeanne's voice was still cold.

But at this moment, in this cold voice, there was a tenderness that had never been shown to humans before.

……

Black Jeanne took Shirataki to a ranch outside the city.

Of course, this is an abandoned ranch, and the owner of the ranch has long disappeared - it is unknown whether he is among the wandering undead army outside the city.

But even in this abandoned pasture, the cattle are still leisurely eating grass or playing by the river, and they are not destined to be destroyed by the destruction of the human world.

Ironic? No, that's normal.

These cows don't care who their owners are. Serving the emperor and serving the peasants are treated equally - the only difference is where they can eat grass.

And Joan of Arc's "revenge" never includes these animals.

She was betrayed by humans, and her hatred for humans has been engraved into her spiritual foundation, becoming the basis of her existence in this world.

As for animals, Black Jeanne never intended to kill them...except for killing them for meat, of course.

"let me try."

"I remember grilling meat when I was a kid...but I've almost forgotten it."

Black Jeanne killed a cow and "barbecued" it herself to treat the white dragon that got lost because of hunger.

"Did I scare you when I lost my temper today? Don't be afraid, it wasn't directed at you—really, are those heroes all useless? Three against two, and only to have two killed? Even if they all escaped!"

"Ah, the meat is a little overcooked...Try it, how does it taste?"

Black Joan of Arc behaves like a schizophrenic patient.

She hated all humans, including the heroic spirits, but she was quite gentle and patient towards the "baby dragon" next to her, who was about four meters in size.

——What’s wrong with the dragon?

She once said so.

She stubbornly believed that all conflicts in the world stemmed from human greed, a desire to obtain things that did not belong to them. And dragons... even those dubbed "Demon Dragons" were, in essence, creatures of immense power.

"you, too."

"Then I don't know how that Saber seduced you and made you, such a young child, work for her!"

"A dragon is supposed to be powerful and a symbol of freedom—one that obeys no one and doesn't have to submit to any fate."

Black Jeanne continued to speak up for Shirataki.

Even though what she said was all imaginary, Shirataki couldn't help but nod repeatedly. He even patted Black Jeanne's back with his wings, as if to say, "I have my reasons."

——You’re absolutely right, sister, you’re absolutely right.

——That blonde aloof girl seduced me by claiming to be the “only female dragon in Britain”, so I had no choice but to obey her!

——If we had met earlier, what would she be of use to us?

——You are not the Dragon Witch at all, you are simply the Dragon Saint!

——It’s just that your barbecue skills are really poor. One side is burnt and there are bloodstains on the other side. Let me do it myself.

"Nonsense, nonsense!"

"I, I just haven't baked for too long - try again, let me try again!"

……

It was a pleasant afternoon.

This afternoon reminded Shirataki of his childhood, when he would lie on the cliff every day, waiting to have a midnight snack with Aho-gee.

——It’s a simple daily routine, but it’s also a time that can never be returned.

What about Black Jeanne? Did she come up with anything?

While the meat was being grilled, Shirataki secretly looked at Black Jeanne's face.

The warm firelight illuminated her cheeks, giving her pale skin a slight rosy glow. Black Jeanne stared intently at the skewer of barbecue in her hand, carefully turning the flagpole in her hand.

——Using a Noble Phantasm to grill meat, probably no one else can do such a thing except her.

"All right!"

After about forty minutes of careful cooking, a perfect piece of barbecue finally appeared in her hands.

She casually tossed the barbecue into Shirataki's mouth—but the smug look on her face clearly expressed this sentiment:

"Praise me now!"

Chapter 83: Stop contacting me, I’m afraid Hei Zhen will misunderstand

[Sister Daimao, I've rebelled.]

[Don't contact me anymore. I'm afraid Black Jeanne will misunderstand.]

When Shirataki's message reached Altria's mind, she was discussing the next battle plan with Marda.

"what happened?"

Marda clearly saw that the smile on Altria's face, who had just looked so relaxed, suddenly became dull.

At the same time, the golden hair on her head also stood up, as if it had turned into a straight "!".

Altria was silent for three seconds before she slowly let out a sigh and calmed down a little.

"No, it's nothing."

A smile of confidence appeared on Wang's face again.

During her twenty-year reign as king, she encountered countless emergencies, and naturally developed a strong heart that could remain calm even in the face of collapse.

As for Shirataki's "betrayal"... although it might seem a little hard to accept at first, but if you think about it carefully, he must have a plan of his own, right?

"This is a very normal thing. We are not of the same mind."

Altria was well aware of the relationship between herself and Shirataki.

The relationship between them is not the kind of superior-subordinate relationship between the king and the Knights of the Round Table - but the relationship between the white dragon and the red dragon, the god and the holy king.

They were very close and had roughly the same goals, but whether it was their methods or their philosophy... they were actually never on the same page.

"It's just that these plans need to be re-formulated."

"The demon dragon Fafnir, a formidable enemy... It seems we must take Siegfried's power seriously."

"I heard from Siegfried that he found a true saint... Martha, try to work with that saint to see if you can reverse the contract between us."

"From now on, this city will become a real trap - if she dares to come, she will never return!"

Looking at the sunshine outside the window, a winning smile appeared on Wang's face.

……

Same afternoon, same sky.

A place illuminated by the same sun.

While Artoria was still working hard to design a strategy, Shirataki, who had already eaten and drunk his fill, was already lying on the same bed with Jeanne d'Arc, who was covered in dirt from the barbecue.

——It was on the haystack in the pasture.

The haystacks, emitting a fresh herbal fragrance, shone a golden glow under the sun. Lying on such hay was like becoming one with the sun—even the witch who wanted to destroy the world temporarily put aside her anger and enjoyed this moment of tranquility.

"Xiaolong, do you know?"

After being silent for an unknown amount of time, Black Jeanne suddenly spoke.

"I'm not actually Joan of Arc."