Chapter 633: 503 "Fairy King"_3
"The fairies of this kingdom are the same—if they don’t get spiritual satisfaction, they can’t survive, can they?"
"So, it’s fortunate for the girl to be alright. It’s a good thing for you, for me, and for everyone else."
Uttering lines as if from a play, the handsome man approached Reiger.
"I’m Alberon, somewhat of a king."
The other introduced himself and extended his hand to Reiger.
"Reiger."
Reiger gazed deeply at the other man, and similarly extended his hand, clasping with the other.
"Of course, I know you, Reiger Brillhaut. Your great name is now famous throughout all of Britain, isn’t it?"
The handsome man named Alberon blinked, giving off a playfully charming look that didn’t feel awkward at all.
His words were true. In the span of one month, Reiger’s name, through the promotion by Camelot, had spread throughout Britain and become known to many fairies.
After all, people wouldn’t be clueless about the name of the man marrying the queen—the palace needed to broadcast it and inform the citizens about who was to marry the queen.
Thus, Reiger’s name was no longer known to only a few; over this month, it had spread across the entire Fairy Country, saying it was known far and wide was no exaggeration.
However, Reiger’s response to Alberon’s statement was this.
"Same goes for you, right?" Reiger said meaningfully, "The name Alberon is quite resounding too, isn’t it?"
Reiger wasn’t referring to the other’s fame within the Fairy Country of Britain.
While the other man was indeed famous here, Reiger was alluding to how loud the name "Alberon" rang throughout human history.
It was the name of the Fairy King in Shakespeare’s play "A Midsummer Night’s Dream," as well as a name that appeared repeatedly in Germanic folklore and medieval European literature.
In these plays and traditions, the Fairy King Alberon was depicted as having great powers but also being very capricious and childlike. In the 15th-century work "Huon of Bordeaux," he was even more prominently portrayed as a magic user who could grant any wish and the ruler of the forest of the fairies.
Now, such a renowned fairy from human history appeared before Reiger.
And he even claimed to be a king.
As is well known, there is only one king in the Fairy Country of Britain.
And that was Morgan.
Under such circumstances, Alberon referring to himself as a king was not simply an act of self-praise.
In other words—
"You are the Alberon from human history, aren’t you?"
Reiger said in an incredibly calm manner, causing Alberon to raise an eyebrow.
"Why can’t I be the Alberon of Fairy Country?"
Alberon said teasingly.
"By saying that, haven’t you essentially confirmed what I said?"
Reiger remained unshaken.
You see, the existence of human history, even within the Fairy Country of Britain, was not known to everyone, only a few of a high status and rank were aware and realized its existence.
Like Morgan, who, due to some fate, had known about the existence of human history for thousands of years, and even understood the relationship between herself and King Arthur in human history, hence calling Altoria her arch-enemy.
How Aurora found out, Reiger wasn’t sure, but it probably had something to do with the Fairy King before him.
"Aurora mentioned earlier that she would introduce us to a special helper. That helper is you, isn’t it?"
Reiger’s words made Alberon start clapping.
"Correct! Worthy of being the rumored Child of Prophecy, you’ve seen through so many things at once."
Alberon sincerely admired and praised.
Yet, Reiger was blunt.
"Cut it out. You knew I wasn’t the Child of Prophecy right from the start, didn’t you?"
Yes, Aurora and others might mistake Reiger for the Child of Prophecy, but Alberon definitely wouldn’t.
Because he had already been in contact with the real Child of Prophecy and had recognized their identity.
"Well, sort of."
Alberon finally dropped his beaming smile, scratched his head, and displayed a vexed expression.
"You don’t need to be so hostile towards me. If I wanted to harm you, I would’ve told Aurora everything already. I didn’t because I believe we are comrades from the same camp."
Alberon was not wrong in saying that.
"I am the Alberon from human history, summoned to this land as a rebel, a helper who is utterly incompatible with Morgan, someone you cannot possibly compromise with."
With a slight smile, Alberon looked at Reiger and said each word distinctly.
"You seem to know quite a bit, so you should understand what I mean, right?"
Saying this, Alberon reverted to his original composure.
"That being said, my visit today was just to check on you and Altoria’s condition. Now that I know you’re fine, I’m relieved."
"I should take my leave for today. When Altoria wakes up, we’ll have a good chat."
"I’m quite interested in you, you know?"
With those words, Alberon disappeared.
No, it’s more accurate to say he shrank.
The man, originally over 170cm tall, suddenly became a small creature less than 20cm in height, seated on the moth called Blanca, and waved to Reiger.
"So, see you later, Prince," he said.
With that, Blanca carried Alberon and flew out of the cathedral through a corridor window.
Reiger watched him leave, saying nothing for a long time.
After a long while, Reiger murmured.
"The thing is, I have no interest in you."
Reiger turned and left.
Night fell quietly.