Chapter 426

A thick layer of dust had accumulated on the streets outside. Even if you blew hard, you could only blow away the surface dust. If you walked on it, you would feel the sticky substance under your feet and hear a sound like stepping on bones.

No Fairy dared to approach this place, because once they reached a certain range, they would be instantly vaporized by the blue light descending from the sky.

The Fairy, locked in a fierce battle, knew that was the Queen's residence.

Only those recognized by the Queen are allowed to enter; only with her permission can one enter the Round Table Sanctuary.

There must be no rebellious thoughts within Britain. No one may harbor ill will towards Her Majesty. All must obey Her Majesty's orders. Her Majesty the Queen is the most remarkable, the most powerful, and the most mighty Fairy in Britain.

Therefore, the Fairy firmly believed that what Ash said was true, and that the final victor would surely be pardoned.

A gentle breeze swept down the Sanctuary stairs, rippling the small pool in a second-floor room, and rustling the curtains. The wind then reached the terrace, respectfully brushing the hair of the queen, determined to destroy the Fairy of Britain, carrying with it a faint floral scent.

"Mab, what are you doing?"

Ash held Novia's body in one arm and asked the pink-haired Fairy who was lying in front of the mirror, deep in thought.

As if a change brought about by a firm decision, Ash's hair had turned silver and his eyes had turned blue, just like his true nature, 'Morgan'.

"I suddenly remembered the story Novia told me about Londinium."

Mab smiled smugly, "You've probably heard of Ash too, right? The story of The Lion King."

Ash nodded.

The Lion King? King Arthur, I think, had that as a nickname? I can't remember.

But at the same time, he was a little puzzled as to why his Teacher would tell Mab a story about King Arthur. After all, according to Novia, it was the power most suitable for her, which was why she told him the story. Could it be that his Teacher told him a story and then declared it the most suitable person for him?

But what Mab said next caught even the now-queen Ash off guard—

Vivian's Holy Sword Factory was in Full Power swing, with countless mimicry Holy Sword splitting the heavens and earth. When Vile King Vortigern planned to shoot down the Sun and destroy Britain, Morgan ordered Mordred to throw the Sun back. Lancelot, in order to protect the King of Britain, ate five billion people in one go.

Mab said it casually, but Ash was genuinely startled.

Wait, why is the version the Teacher told Mab completely different from the one he told me? Also, isn't this version too powerful?

In fact, this was just Novia telling Mab the story of 'Richard the Lionheart' and his mother telling Richard, only replacing King Arthur with Morgan in the story, and it really was just a casual conversation.

After secretly pinching her still-sleeping Teacher's waist, Ash suddenly remembered a question.

The birth of Fairy Britain was a mistake. If the Holy Sword were to be reforged, the world would be destroyed. However, with her current Magecraft abilities, she can resolve this by correcting the world's erroneous trajectory to one that is merely a matter of timing. This is equivalent to reducing the level of rejection by Human Order by one level.

And after all the Fairy have died, wouldn't she, who did all this, really be almost like Morgan in this version, a 'creator Creator God who created the world'? It's quite an interesting story, but Lancelot eating five billion people in one go...

Suddenly, Ash's eyes lit up as he thought about how to deal with the souls of these Fairy.

"Mab, lend me your Blessing."

The silver-haired Ash gave a business-like briefing in a queenly tone, which did not give Mab a cold impression. After all, the two had secretly fought a few days ago, so how could she think that Ash would be aloof? At most, she was just a wild boar in disguise.

But Mab still reached out his hand without questioning, simply placing it on the gem on her wand as Ash had instructed.

Instantly, Albion's Blessing landed on the wand, and Ash struck the ground with the wand in his hand.

The torrent of power surged forth in all directions in an instant.

The Queen of Britain intends to use this opportunity to summon Lancelot, so that he will devour fifty billion, just like the story her Teacher told Mab... The Fairy's soul, relying on Albion's Blessing, is entirely due to her memory of Albion's remains beneath Londinium in another world of the story. Combined with her connection as 'Vivian,' summoning a Lancelot is naturally no problem.

"Haha! Typhon, take this punch!"

At that very moment.

As the ash wand touched the ground, something passed right through it.

Mab's eyes reflexively followed the thing.

From bottom to top.

A chill ran down my spine.

The mind cannot properly comprehend the images formed by vision; even though the images are so vividly presented to the eye, the meaning of the figures cannot be clearly understood.

Thump--

A dull thud came from the Magecraft shield in front of Ash's face, echoing in the ears of the two Fairy.

"Huh? Where are Typhon and the other me? Wait, this Blessing..."

"You are... Lancelot?"

Ash looked at the bewildered silver-haired Dragon Girl with a suspicious expression.

Lancelot? Me?

The silver-haired girl, called out, stared at the somewhat familiar Fairy before her. "I don't know her, but I'm the best—"

"Lord Albion?!"

Taking Mab's shout as a trigger, Ash instantly understood the identity of the guy in front of him.

Why does summoning Lancelot result in Albion instead? Is it because the Blessing is stronger than the affinity?

"Oh, it's you, you little rascal."

Albion of Fairy Britain tapped the ground with his white Dragon Tail. "Why did you give the Blessing I gave you to this Fairy? I only gave you the Blessing because you were cleaning the stains on my body and protecting the Fairy. You can't just give it away like that."

"I'm so sorry, it's Ash who needs to use it..."

Since Albion was essentially the rebirth parents of the Northern Fairy, even the usually confident Mab seemed somewhat reserved in her presence. However, Ash was different; after all, she knew that her Teacher and Albion seemed to be old flames, not to mention what they had said in the Dark Swamp.

Even now, Albion's gaze remained fixed on his Teacher, whom he was holding in his other arm.

"Ahem, you must be Novia's disciple? I am Albion. Please return my companion to me."

Albion of Fairy Britain spoke calmly, but Ash's Magecraft abilities could already hear its heart pounding and its blood vessels surging violently. Ash understood this reaction; it was the same when Muryan was 'playing' with Novia —simply put, it was in heat.

Indeed, this was true for Albion.

If it weren't for the formidable power of the ash tree before her, she would have prepared to devour Novia the moment she caught sight of her.

After all, there's no time like the present, and Novia seems to have no strength left to resist, so he can do whatever he wants.

Earlier, when she arrived at the Small Island where Melusine and Typhon were, she launched a fierce attack on her other self. At first, Typhon as to why the two of them were fighting each other, but then he realized, "Oh, it's another Albion." So Melusine engaged in a righteous brawl with her.

This really got Albion, who hadn't stretched her muscles in almost ten thousand years, into action. She held her own against two dragons, and although Typhon deliberately let Melusine get beaten up, it still showed how excellent she was. She was far superior to the other Albion, and she was the one who deserved to be Novia's lover!

Ash gazed at the thirsty, Strongest Dragon with a half-smile.

"How come I've never heard my Teacher mention having a lover like you?"

"Haha, you're all too young. It's normal that Novia didn't tell you. You'll know when he wakes up."

"Really? That lover isn't actually the person you're standing in front of you?"

Albion's eyes widened instantly, as if the Fairy of Paradise before him had seen right through his thoughts.

Seeing her reaction, a wicked smile appeared on Ash's face.

"It's alright, as long as you're willing to do one thing for me, I'll let you touch the Teacher."

"Oh? What is it?"

"In a moment, I'll devour the souls of five billion Fairy in one go."

"... ha?"

Albion was momentarily speechless, then stuck out his tongue in rebuttal, "Why would I eat so much? Besides, I didn't really want to eat it—"

"So, are you going to do it or not?"

"I'll do it!"

Albion nodded hastily, as if afraid that Ash would change his mind, "But you can't go back on your word!"

"Hehe."

Ash smiled and walked out of the room. "In that case, from now on you are one of the Fairy Knight of the Creator God Morgan."

"What? Creator God? And a knight? Who am I?"

Albion wondered if he couldn't keep up with the minds of the Fairy in this paradise.

"That's right, I'll call you... Knight Melusine."

After saying that, Ash's figure disappeared from their sight.

"Lord Albion, how could you be so petite..."

Mab hesitated slightly before saying, "I hadn't expected this at all..."

"Well, just like Morgan said, call me Melusine from now on. Oh, but let's not worry about that for now. The important thing is something else. Actually, as someone who has received my Blessing, you should understand, right?"

He understands, of course he understands the feelings of the Strongest Dragon who protects him for his lover Novia.

"This..."

Mab stammered, Melusine looked at her with suspicion. Mab then continued with a determined air.

"I'll be frank, my feelings for Novia are the same as my feelings for you, Melusine!"

"... ah?"

Fairy Britain was formed through an irrational process; most of the tens of thousands, even millions of Fairy never repented and were sinners.

Seated on the Supreme Throne placed in the Coronation Seat- Sanctuary, with Huginn and Muninn standing on either side, he looked at Novia, who was still not back, and smiled, nodding happily.

That's all I need. When my Teacher wakes up, I can truly embrace her, kiss her, and spend eternity with her.

That's enough Britain.

The Fairy of Paradise, with her smiling face and pale blue-red, glossy lips, was already standing before the sleeping Novia.

This panting, which only Ash could hear, sounded like the breath of someone starving. Novia, of course, couldn't hear it now; Ash simply kept her eyes closed, as if waiting for that moment, until Ash's lips were about to touch hers—

"Ahem, let's wait a little longer."

After coughing twice, Ash took a deep breath on Novia.

After a while, upon hearing footsteps outside the Sanctuary, her expression instantly turned cold. She quietly awaited the arrival of the final victor in their battle. Soon after, the Sanctuary Great Gate were slowly pushed open.

"Hahaha..."

"Seriously, is this what it means to be a winner? It's far too pathetic."

Ash's voice carried a hint of displeasure, "Aurora."

Incredibly, in the midst of the infighting throughout Fairy Britain, the one who survived was none other Aurora, the Culprit ignited everything.

"Your Majesty, oh... you said it..."

"Of course, I certainly said I would meet with the victors, and the victors would grant them a 'pardon'."

Ash looked at Aurora, whose face was covered in blood and grime, which she had washed before coming. When only two Fairy remained, she swung the Fairy arm club she was holding in her right hand down from above, smashing the other Fairy to death.

The Fairy's life's changes in mindset, actions, promises, and dialogues and actions with her fellow beings—all of this has already Fairy Eyes who has been blessed by refining the roots of the World Tree.

Upon hearing this, Aurora was overjoyed.

However.

As Ash gently raised her right hand, Water Mirror instantly appeared around Aurora, reflecting her face.

Aurora blinked, and in Ash's changed hair color, she saw something beyond fear. A shadow fell over her in an instant, and she knelt down helplessly.

Because fire was burning on her.

His face was scorched by the intense heat, his eyes trembled slightly, and a chilling hot wind swept through his hair.

"No..."

But now Ash seemed to be talking to itself, muttering to itself:

"I never said a pardon meant giving you a way out, did I? Don't be so arrogant. Oh, and let Gomorrah's fire weaken the concept a bit; I think that can accelerate the passage of time on a single target."

At that moment, Aurora's eyes trembled as she looked directly at her reflection in the Water Mirror.

Everything on its body, including its wings, was deteriorating and aging at an alarming rate, with some parts even turning into salt.

How could Aurora accept this? How could she possibly accept it? She struggled to reach out her increasingly weak hand and let out a muffled scream.

"Ah..."

"There's no need to collect your soul; just burn it to ashes. Throwing it into Purgatory to be burned would only provoke Wrath."

Flames from Purgatory danced, fire waves intertwined and transformed into countless Mars. Gradually, the crimson Mars entangled the fingertips that were struggling to the last. Finally, the flames expanded with a roar, completely engulfing them and forming Fire Pillar of fire that shot straight out of the Sanctuary Great Gate and then soared into the sky at a ninety-degree angle.