Let Go of My Grandpa

After handing the Illustrated Journal of the Fairy World to Tang Qi, this Phoenix Old Sprite seemed to have completely let down his guard and revealed their entire plan.

"Do the two wise ones know about the plight of us fairies?"

The Rosacea-Nosed Old Man asked Tang Qi and Rose in a childlike voice.

As for Dineola, she was still hopelessly engrossed in her show. Phoenix did not dare disturb her. In his senses, that would be tantamount to courting death, like waking a dormant volcano.

Rose, who had already completed the Fairy Race Data Entry, heard the old man's question. Since it was an academic matter, she answered without much thought.

"The true Ancient Sprite race went extinct in the Dark Age. The current Fairy Race is a collective term for all subspecies. Those opposed to you are the Demon Fairy Race."

"According to statistics and mysterious incidents involving the Fairy Race, your circumstances are indeed rather poor."

"First, you have no unified deity to follow, nor a vast secret realm territory to support you. Most subspecies are not particularly powerful either. Scattered across the world, you are usually prey to be captured. This stems from the precious Bloodline Power you possess."

"Take Flower Sprites, for example. They possess almost no combat power, but they can produce honey, pollen, and so on imbued with Supernatural Power. They are also the favorite slave assistants of Secret Medicine Masters and similar professions."

"Or rare fairies like Ainia Silver Scale and Ketoja Red Eye. Though they possess formidable combat strength, their small numbers mean they are often captured by certain supernatural factions..."

As Rose Madeline spoke, the fairies, most of whom had suffered painful experiences to some extent, all scrunched up their large and small faces, radiating sorrow.

Rose was not the