Chapter 660: 515 Many reactions_2
As a part of Fairy Country, the Britain of folklore is most certainly not the same as the Britain known in human history.
Not to mention, just consider the national situation here in a world dominated by elves; it assuredly differs completely from the Britain that Tristan remembers, the one that King Arthur had saved.
In such a case, even if Tristan were to recover his memory, he wouldn’t be able to undertake significant actions in this folklore realm.
Da Vinci felt the same way, being new to the situation in the fairy Britain and having just landed amidst such an unexpected event. Even with her genius, she couldn’t manage without the assistance of the locals.
So...
"They actually don’t have many options,"
Reiger glanced behind at the cave, speaking indifferently.
"Rather than them, we should be considering how the other side will react,"
The other side?
Altoria and Alberon were startled at first, then quickly caught on.
"Are you talking about... Morgan?"
Altoria asked uncertainly.
Reiger didn’t reply but merely lifted his eyelids, gazing in a certain direction.
That was the direction of Camelot.
...
Camelot, the royal palace, Jade Throne Hall.
Using some kind of magic, although only a few days had passed, the Jade Throne Hall, which had been nearly reduced to ruins by Altoria’s magic bomb, had surprisingly been restored to its original form.
The witch who ruled the winter sat alone on the throne, eyes closed, seemingly napping.
"Your Majesty."
Shortly after, a voice full of respect came from below the throne.
It was the voice of an elf soldier with the head of a horse.
"What is it?"
Morgan asked without even opening her eyes.
"We have received news from the observatory," the elf soldier reported respectfully, "They say there has been an unusual disturbance in the barrier across the sea."
Upon hearing this, Morgan opened her eyes.
"Is that so," Morgan murmured with narrowed eyes, "Has it finally come? The tool of human history."
She had long known that someone from the human side would surely come to stop her, defeat her, overthrow her.
After all, it was inconceivable that the human history side would just sit idly by.
"Chaldea, which has repaired many anomalies and pruned five folklore belts, the organization that upholds humanity."
"As Beryl Gate had said, you have come to my Britain,"
"But my Britain doesn’t need you, nor can it contain you,"
Saying this, Morgan cast a disdainful gaze toward the kneeling elf soldier below.
"Spread the news to all the clan leaders and the elf knights out on missions, and tell them that a new enemy has appeared,"
"The child of prophecy and the foreign travelers have likely joined forces and are acting together,"
"Inform all the clan leaders and the elf knights of the location where the disturbance occurred, and have them head there,"
"Anyone but my husband may be eliminated on sight."
Morgan’s icy commands were conveyed by the elf soldier.
Thanks to this, the elf knights and the clan leaders soon received the message.
...
Salisbury, the Great Cathedral of Ash.
"Have we been discovered?"
In the lord’s chamber, Aurora, after receiving Morgan’s orders, fell into thought for a moment before instructing the person beside her, Koral.
"Pass the message to Alberon as quickly as possible,"
Koral immediately bowed and left the lord’s chamber.
...
Oxford, the Lord’s Residence.
"They’ve gone near the Nameless Forest?"
Upon receiving the message, Woodworth immediately convened his adjutant without a second thought.
"Get the troops ready! Two hours... no! We leave in one hour!"
Woodworth’s urgent words were met with concern from his adjutant.
"But Lord Woodworth, what about Oxford?"
With the Pilgrimage Bell under the custody of the Tusk Clan here, deploying now would surely greatly reduce Oxford’s defensive capabilities.
The adjutant became somewhat concerned, wondering if this could be an opportunity for the enemy to strike.
But Woodworth clearly couldn’t manage that much anymore.
"Do you expect me to just watch as those inferior creatures escape again?" Woodworth’s bloodshot eyes fixed on his adjutant as he spoke softly, "After all the trouble to find that bastard’s trail, I absolutely will not let him go this time!"
As for the Pilgrimage Bell, if something really did happen, then Woodworth could no longer manage it.
It was just a single Pilgrimage Bell after all; even if Oxford’s Pilgrimage Bell were to be rung, the Prophecy’s child ringing the Pilgrimage Bell amounted to just two bells, and there were four more Pilgrimage Bells waiting for him to ring.
As long as all six Pilgrimage Bells weren’t rung, the Prophecy’s child’s pilgrimage would not be considered complete.
Therefore, he had plenty of opportunities.
"Don’t think you can rest easy just because you’ve defeated Gawain, Reiger Brillhaut."
Kill intent filled Woodworth’s bloodshot eyes.
"As long as I, Woodworth, am here, as long as the Grand Duke is in this Britannia, you lot shall not act recklessly on this land!"
Thus, about fifty minutes later, an elite troop composed of fairies from the Tusk Clan burst forth from the grand dining hall in Oxford.
Woodworth led his army out of Oxford and marched toward the Nameless Forest.
...
The port city, Norwich.
In a splendidly adorned room, Spurgen too received the Queen’s command.
"It seems, their journey to this Norwich won’t be too smooth."
Spurgen murmured to himself with a fearless smile on his face, as if watching a drama about to unfold, indifferent to the outcome.
"The Prophecy’s child and the foreign travelers, will they fulfill your expectations, and pull the witch from the Jade Throne?"
"Let me behold."
"Aurora..."
Thus, Spurgen, muttering to himself, took no action.
He was waiting.
He was waiting for their arrival, and also for the "disaster" outside the city to destroy everything here before then.
...
The fashion capital, Gloucester.
"The Prophecy’s child meets the foreign travelers?"
Mourine, who had not left the city, laughed at Morgan’s command.
"Foreign travelers? So, the people you’ve been waiting for have arrived?"
Mourine’s gaze turned toward the corner of the room.
There, a figure slowly emerged.
"Yes, they’ve finally arrived, Chaldea."
The voice was as sweet as candied fruit.
The owner of the voice was an exceptionally beautiful and mature woman.
Her figure was slender, her physique was full and graceful, like a world-class model with golden ratios, and the aura and beauty she exuded far surpassed the other, in spite of her wearing a military uniform which did not cover this beauty in the least.
Her beauty could no longer be described as merely exquisite, nor could it be encapsulated by the word beautiful; if one must describe it, then only these phrases could suffice—
Beauty that could overthrow states and cities.
Matchless under heaven.
Unparalleled grace and elegance.
Beauty beyond compare.
This was a woman whose beauty was breathtaking.
However, such a beauty had a look in her eyes that subtly revealed a seductive, almost venomous danger.
"Indeed, you are here, my friend, Yegorska."
With an excessively affectionate attitude, Mourine greeted the seductive and dangerous woman.
"How is it? Have you found anything to your liking?"
Upon hearing this, the woman named Yegorska revealed a genuinely radiant smile.
"Well, although it’s not entirely to my liking, the trip hasn’t been in vain," Yegorska smiled and said, "Of course, the new item hasn’t been tested yet, its performance will have to be seen in the upcoming trials."
"Is that so?" Mourine immediately understood Yegorska’s implications, her smile gradually maturing to match that of the other, saying, "Then go with the noisy Elf Knight at the door and the lover she brought along; quite timely, I’ve started to be annoyed by them too."
"No problem!"
Yegorska’s smile grew deeper, squinting her eyes as if revealing a kind of unnatural splendor and color that humans should not possess, and even the pupils showed subtle changes, giving off a more ferocious aura than that of Woodworth, who was known as the Overlord.
"Having waited so long, it’s time to see if you are still as naive and vulnerable as before."
"Don’t let me be disappointed, okay? "
"Dear folks of Chaldea~~☆"