They've Raided Our Base / The Mole Has Defected

The only problem is that this choice aligns with the prophecy, and Artoria will once again be manipulated by fate.

"It doesn't matter. Unlike before when I passively surrendered to fate, this time it's my own choice. Why should I resist a fate that's in my favor? If fate turns against me, then I'll consider defying destiny."

Artoria laughed freely, unlike some kings who believed themselves to be unique throughout history and would not allow anyone to be above them.

Those kings wouldn't allow themselves to be ruled by gods, nor would they allow fate to control them. But the essence of this matter is simply that they want to become gods, and they firmly believe that they are the children of destiny.

Fate is not determined by heaven (X)

Chosen by Heavenly Mandate (√)

If Heavenly Mandate is in your favor, then use it; if Heavenly Mandate is against you, then rebel. This is the choice a true ruler should make.

"What do you think? We went through so much trouble to rescue them, and now they're being sent away after just a few words."

Oberon watched with schadenfreude, which made Fujimaru Kyoya regret why he hadn't given him a more severe blow when he was hit over the head.

"I don't really look into it. When they return to the human army in Londenion, they will definitely spread the news that Artoria is the Child of Prophecy. As their power expands, they will inevitably help us spread the information. There aren't many sources of such information."

Although it meant squandering all the hard-earned wealth in an instant, it wasn't all without its benefits. Fujimaru Kyoya agreed and led a group of people towards Londenion.

"It's true that people only begin to grow when they're taken out of their comfort zone."

Oberon looked at Artoria, who was comforting the humans behind him. The little girl had changed so much from the timid girl she once was to the one who could now stand up and comfort the weak.

It was all because this person's arrival changed her... no, it just gave her a chance to express herself.

"So you know very well what kind of person she used to be?"

"Hehe, that's hard to say."

Oberon remained noncommittal; after all, in the "truth" he revealed, he had arrived here several months earlier, making it indeed possible that he had met Artoria earlier than expected.

"You're not going to tell me? It doesn't matter. We seem to have to pass through the territory of the Fang Clan to get to Londenion, right?"

Fujimaru Kyoya pointed to Oxford, known as the "Great Dining Hall," which was the territory of the Fang Clan.

"That's right, wait... you wouldn't..., would you?"

Just as Fujimaru Kyoya inexplicably trusted Oberon also had an inexplicable trust and understanding of the person in front of him. When this guy showed such a smile, it meant one thing.

"Let's go cause a ruckus!"

If Fujimaru Kyoya remembered correctly, the Fang Clan was the most warlike clan, and the only way to gain their approval and ring the bell was through battle.

Since a fight is inevitable sooner or later, it's better to fight sooner rather than later.

Chapter 256 They Stole the House

Camelot City, the city where Queen Morgan resides.

Originally, this was just a routine meeting of the Six Great Clans, but with the information brought back by the Fae Knight Gawain, the clan leaders showed unusually serious expressions.

Although it was supposed to be a routine meeting, the patriarch of the King's Clan Nokleya, was always uncooperative and refused to listen to summons; the patriarch of the Wing Tribe Muirien, seemed to be hosting an auction; and the Mirror Clan had collapsed sixteen years ago, so only three people were present.

The four clan leaders present were Aurora of the Wind Clan, Woodwose of the Fang Clan, and Spriggan of the Earth Tribe, along with Muirien who communicated via Magecraft.

Morgan sat on her throne, her eyes devoid of emotion as she looked at the Fairy before her. Her emotions had been worn away by these tedious creatures two thousand years ago.

"Clan leaders, if you have something to say, please speak up; otherwise, please return."

Morgan didn't care about the content of the meeting, and even though her Knight was defeated, she seemed completely unconcerned.

"There are many things to deal with right now, such as Norwich, who is 'accumulating Calamity,' the restoration of the Human Ranch, and the Knights of the Round Table of Londenion, but the most important thing is to defeat the humans of Gawain and... the sixteen-year-old Fairy, right?"

As a Wind Clan, Aurora has always maintained an elegant demeanor, but her decisive approach to the topic shows that this clan leader is not just a pretty face.

"Hmph~ A sixteen-year-old Fairy, with the assistance of such a human, just as predicted."

Woodwose, as the patriarch of the Fang Clan, was always at the forefront of the fight against Mors because of the Fang Clan's nature. Now that a Child of Prophecy had appeared in his own backyard, how could he not be angry?

"Could it be another fake? After all, if we could bribe Gawain..."

"Muirien, do you intend to insult a warrior's honor?"

Woodwose glared menacingly at the Projection beside him, at the Survivor of the Wing Tribe. He thought that if the Winged Clan had the guts, they should come to him instead of cowering in their homeland like cowards.

Everyone present was well aware of the feud between Fang and Wing, but they had no intention of interfering. The key issue was the changes the Child of Prophecy had brought to Britain.

Morgan's survival tax is still too heavy.

"Your Majesty, please give me another chance to redeem myself from my previous defeat."

Barghest pleaded sincerely, and by then she had regained her senses, and the horn on her head had returned to its original position without any sign of breakage.

This corner probably isn't some kind of hot-swappable high-tech device.

Of course, no one doubted that Barghest would be defeated again. The last battle took place at night, which prevented Barghest from utilizing the "Saint's Number" blessing of the day.

As long as the war starts at the right time, Barghest will remain the invincible Gawain.

"Then it's up to you. But I'll say it again: don't kill the Child of Prophecy."

"Yes."

Barghest laughed excitedly. She sympathized with the weak but did not deny the principle of the survival of the fittest, which aroused her curiosity about Fujimaru Kyoya, a human who should have been weak.

Even those who threaten their position are not completely eliminated, which the clan leaders cannot understand, but they are used to it.

No one knows what this enigmatic queen really wants to do.

Their discussion quickly returned to normal; according to the prophecy, Norwich should be the first target of the Child of Prophecy.

That place will soon become a battlefield, and even without considering the Child of Prophecy, the impending Calamity there needs to be dealt with, and the transfer of assets by the various clans must be accelerated.

"Thump~"

The melodious chimes rang out and echoed throughout Britain, and the patriarchs of various tribes in Camelot City clearly heard them as well.

Surprise, astonishment, confusion, and... anger.

"Who exactly rang the bells at Oxford?"

Woodwose shouted angrily, disregarding his composure even with Morgan right in front of him.

Those so-called "bells" are actually formed from the dead Fairy of various clans. Ringing these "bells" signifies that clan's recognition of the Child of Prophecy.

But now, Woodwose hadn't even seen the other person when the clock struck.

These days, the Child of Prophecy are so lacking in martial ethics, trying to deceive and ambush these hundreds-of-years-old Fairy.

"Heh~ First Gawain lost to a human, and now his home base has been stolen. What a coincidence, don't you think, Woodwose?"

Muryan's words remained ruthless. She never missed an opportunity to kick someone when they were down, and more importantly, she was not actually unaware of the situation.

Although King Oberon of Autumn Forest only recently appeared in Britain, there is indeed some connection between them, and he is aware of Fujimaru Kyoya's trip to Oxford.

"Muryan ~~"

Woodwose said through gritted teeth, as if the other person were right in front of him, his head would probably be bitten off by now.

"Calm down, Woodwose. Let's discuss how to defend against the various clans' attacks. The power of the Fang Clan is evident to all. Even without you, they have enough strength to break through such defenses. We can't underestimate them."

Aurora stood by, trying to mediate, but she was actually a two-faced person with a silver spoon in her mouth.

Like Muryan, this guy had been in contact with Oberon before, Fujimaru Kyoya. Now, all she had to do was stall for time.

Delay as long as possible, giving that Child of Prophecy enough time to grow.

Although the cunning Spriggan didn't know what had happened, the old fox had already sensed the change in the wind and immediately decided to wait and see what would happen.

During this time, Fujimaru Kyoya had already made a hasty escape with Artoria.

"Waaah~ Charging into so many enemies in one go, that was just too reckless."

As she watched Oxford recede into the distance, Artoria charged straight from the city gate to the bell tower. Fujimaru Kyoya killed countless Fairy along the way, but not a Fairy could even touch the hem of Artoria's clothes.

A strange sense of peace washed over her.

"You're capable of doing this in the future; you've definitely changed since you rang the first bell."

Fujimaru Kyoya looked at Artoria, who had now changed her outfit. Her dowdy attire had been completely transformed, with a hat, vest, belt, jumpsuit, and black stockings...

She doesn't look like a country girl at all; she looks like a young lady from a noble family.

"Stop talking about it. Transforming in public is too embarrassing."

As if recalling some unpleasant memory, Artoria covered her blushing face, not daring to look at Fujimaru Kyoya.

Chapter 257 The Traitor Turns the Tide

"The son of Calamity, intending to overthrow the Queen, landed in the south of Britain."

"An unspeakable serial killer has ravaged Human Ranch."

"The despicable and shameless Child of Prophecy has rung the bells of Oxford's Great Dining Hall."

"Artoria Caster severed the curse of the River of Tears."

"His Majesty the Supreme True King has arrived today in his faithful Londenion."

Since Fairy society closely imitates human civilization, newspapers naturally exist, but unfortunately, the Fairy completely misunderstand the significance of newspapers.

They had no idea how much upheaval these things would cause if they were written in the newspapers and spread throughout Britain.

However, none of this mattered to Fujimaru Kyoya. The only thing he truly cared about was that this world seemed to have no concept of offspring.

"Artoria, do you Fairy have the concept of marriage and having children?"

"Get... married?"

Clearly, for a young girl just beginning to experience love, the word "marriage" carries immense significance, leaving Artoria flustered and overwhelmed.

However, she breathed a sigh of relief, slightly disappointed, after realizing that Fujimaru Kyoya didn't intend to marry her.

"Marriage does happen, but Fairy don't reproduce. If a Fairy dies but her soul isn't injured, a replacement Fairy will be born as the next generation. Fairy don't reproduce."

"And what about humans?"

"Humans? Aren't they the same as Fairy?"

Artoria's answer, which sounded like common sense, made Fujimaru Kyoya's face darken. In fact, he had some doubts when he crossed the River of Tears, and these doubts were finally confirmed when he arrived in Londenion.

The concept of reproduction does not exist in this Lostbelt.

Humans and Fairy have feelings and impulses, and can even engage in sexual intercourse, but they just can't produce offspring.

Fairy mysteriously give birth to the next generation after they die, but what about humans?

Humans in this world generally only live for thirty years, and this short lifespan made Fujimaru Kyoya think of another possibility— Artificial Human.

Artificial Human have very short lifespans. If humans do not mate with each other and Morgan can control the human population, then there is no other choice but Artificial Human.

This goes beyond treating humans like livestock.

Norwich is almost here.

Oberon pointed to the city shrouded in dark clouds in the distance, which was supposed to be Artoria's first target in the prophecy. However, in Fujimaru Kyoya's case, the first bell had already been rung.

Everything seems less important now.

"The people we're facing this time might be even more troublesome than we thought."

The intelligence brought back by Oberon's adorably ugly Familiar indicated that Allied Forces of the Wind, Fang, and Earth clans had already formed there, and all three Fae Knights were present.

But they were clearly not there to avert the impending Calamity, but to kill Artoria, the Child of Prophecy.

"Artoria, do you trust me?"

"I trust you."

Artoria answered decisively. Before coming here, Fujimaru Kyoya made a plan to enter the city, just like in Oxford, to directly charge in and use unreasonable and absolute violence to resolve all crises.

Fujimaru Kyoya and Artoria were the main attackers, while Oberon was responsible for interference on the perimeter and rescue when necessary.

"It's just me..."

"It's alright, I believe in you, so just believe in yourself as much as you believe in me."

Fujimaru Kyoya spoke in a convoluted way, but essentially he was still trying to give Artoria confidence.