Chapter 557: 477 Strongest Opponent
Woodworth had no way of knowing what Altoria was feeling right then.
Even if he did, this reversionary probably wouldn’t care.
He merely used his beast-like eyes to stare intently at Altoria, sensing her magic power before glancing at the Magic Wand in her hand and narrowing his eyes.
"A sorceress, huh?"
Altoria’s attire and appearance reminded Woodworth of the queen he served.
That queen, like the elf maiden before him, was dressed like a magician.
Thus, unlike the total disregard he had shown last time, this time Woodworth paid a little more attention to Altoria.
In Fairy Country Britain, although magic existed, it was essentially unused by anyone.
After all, fairies are inherently mystical creatures that can cause supernatural phenomena to a certain degree without using magic, a feat as simple as eating and drinking for them. They don’t need to study magic arduously like human magicians, learn techniques, and transform themselves into sorcerers capable of using magic.
Therefore, in Fairy Country Britain, magic was commonly considered unnecessary.
It was like someone who could light a fire with a fingertip insisting on making fire by friction; magic was such a "roundabout" skill for fairies.
Moreover, since fairies inherently have a high resistance to magic, there were very few people in Fairy Country Britain who would study magic, at least as far as Woodworth knew—only two.
One was the queen he served—Morgan.
The other was the Elf Knight—Tristan, the queen’s foster daughter.
Beyond these two, among the people Woodworth knew, there was no one who practiced magic.
But now, the prophesied child he was convinced of was able to use magic just like the queen, and this elf maiden with a low presence was dressed as a magician, using magic against her enemies.
This compelled Woodworth to draw some connections.
"Could it be, you are the foreign magician mentioned in the prophecy?" Woodworth barked fiercely, "On closer inspection, you indeed do not resemble the fairies of any clan in Britain, whether it’s the Wind, Earth, Tusk clans, or the Wing Clan. The Mirror Clan has almost vanished, and the Royal Clan has only one member, so you’re clearly not a fairy from Fairy Country Britain, but an outsider, right?"
Hearing this, Altoria, while sweating coldly, as though desperately buying time, spoke up bravely.
"Indeed, I am not a fairy from Fairy Country Britain..."
She was a fairy from Paradise who had drifted to Fairy Country Britain from the sea sixteen years ago, something Altoria could not deny, even if she wanted to.
However, her words only cemented Woodworth’s suspicions further.
"Indeed, a foreign magician, only an invader from another world would associate with the prophesied child!"
Woodworth’s face twisted.
"Whether it’s you or the prophesied child, what on earth do you all take this Britain for?"
"A savior from Paradise?"
"A foreign magician?"
"Do you think you can trample on the world that we have defended with all our might, risking our lives and beliefs for two thousand years, you outsiders!?"
"As long as I, Woodworth, and the Tusk Clan are here, no one, whoever they are, will be allowed to overthrow the rule of this Britain!"
Ferocious magic power and heat surged from Woodworth’s body.
"Rebel against Her Majesty? It will be I who captures you!"
"Surrender quietly!"
"Outsider!"
With that, Woodworth lunged at Altoria.
"...!?"
Without a second thought, Altoria took off running, trying to put distance between herself and Woodworth.
However, as a reversionary leader of the Tusk Clan, Woodworth’s speed was practically equivalent to teleportation over short distances, a mere flash, and in the blink of an eye, he was already behind Altoria.
"Boom!"
With a swift swipe of his claws, a torrent of violent force was unleashed, striking Altoria’s body.
Instantly, Altoria was sent flying, hitting the corridor wall like a kite whose string had snapped, shattering the wall.
Amidst a cloud of dust and debris, the elf maiden lay on the ground, drenched in blood, motionless.
"Huff—"
Only then did Woodworth exhale, as if trying to expel all the pent-up frustration from his chest.
The frustration he had felt from his defeat at Reiger’s hands seemed to dissipate greatly at that moment, bringing a sense of satisfaction to Woodworth.
If it weren’t for the queen’s order to capture the individual alive, if he wasn’t intent on using this foreign magician to force Reiger out, Woodworth wouldn’t have minded satisfying his anger by smashing Altoria’s upper body with a single blow.
"Feel grateful that, by Her Majesty’s command, you at least get to live," he said, stepping forward and stretching out his hand to haul Altoria up, intending to use her to threaten Reiger.
But as soon as Woodworth reached out and touched her, he immediately sensed something was amiss.
"What is...!?"
With pupils suddenly constricting, an enraged Woodworth stomped on the Altoria before him.
"Thump!"
With a dull sound, Altoria was crushed entirely under his foot.