This Chat Group's Vibe is a Bit Off

Qianyi patted the dust off his pants and said, "If she could handle everything on her own, why would she need you, her adorable little helper and heir, to share the burden?"

Hearing this, Bavhanxi froze, then a barely concealed joy lit up her face. Her slender waist straightened, and her round bottom lifted off the chair in an instant. She circled the table, pushed Qianyi by the back, and pressed him into the throne symbolizing Londinium's highest authority, then plopped herself onto the desk.

The girl then picked up a local fruit with her delicate hand and brought it to the lips of the man who demanded she hand over the rest of her life.

"Be proud—this is the duty of Britain's heir." Bavhanxi now looked at Qianyi like Yuan Shao eyeing the protagonist of Dynasty Warriors, already morphing into a proper noble lady.

"You're way too easy to please," Qianyi teased.

"Whatever, just tell me—what's our next move?" Bavhanxi urged.

"Take down Aurora."

"Aurora? The Wind Clan chieftain? Why her?"

"The reason Morgan agreed to hand Londinium over to me, aside from your influence, is that this city is rife with conflict between humans and fairies. One wrong move could spark a human uprising, and if humans kill a fairy, it'll inevitably draw fairy retaliation."

"What's that got to do with taking down Aurora?"

"The anti-fairy humans here were raised and deliberately planted by Aurora." Qianyi pulled out fabricated intel. "Don't underestimate my information network."

If the fairies of the Fae Kingdom were almost all "Primordials" to the sea spawns' god, then Aurora was the primordial of primordials. On a whim, she could commit the most heinous acts without a shred of guilt—like poisoning the Queen of the King's Clan after Artoria and the others won, shattering peace; or pinning all the Fae Kingdom's disasters and misfortunes on Morgan, leading to the queen who gave everything for Britain dying a brutal death.

Her list of crimes was nearly endless. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that without her, many people could have found happiness.

Bavhanxi took the document and was instantly floored. It was a sprawling list of Aurora's sins: smearing Morgan, spreading negative rumors about her; being the mastermind behind the destruction of the Rain Clan and Mirror Clan; luring the Six Original Fairies into feeding the Horn God poisoned wine; stealing King Solomon's strawberry cake so Gae Bulg never got a taste, enraging him into launching the Human Order Incineration; colluding with the foreign Alien God, taking 500,000 quanta from it...

Calling her a heinous criminal would be an understatement—she was basically the Type-Moon world's Cocolia, Mian Shan, and Japan's Emperor Sun Xiaochuan rolled into one.

"But dealing with Melusine will be a pain," Bavhanxi worried. Like in Pan-Human History, Melusine, granted the name Fae Knight Lancelot by Morgan, was Great Britain's strongest combatant. It was precisely because of Melusine that Aurora had survived unscathed all these years.

"Relax, I've got backup."

Qianyi opened the Dimensional Chat Group and started calling in favors.

Steel Prison Big: @everyone, raiding a noble's estate, get over here.

Talulah: 111

Lower District Flying Head Barbarian: 111

I want to eat Mei-flavored instant noodles: 111

Customer Service Xiangzi is at your service: 111

Child of Prophecy: 111

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In Salisbury, Aurora was enjoying afternoon tea in her bedroom when she suddenly heard a knock at the door.

"Open up, FBL!"

Before Aurora could even process who it was, the door was kicked in. As she raised her hand to say, "You startled me—I'll cast a spell," two Void Spears materialized out of nowhere, piercing through her hands and pinning her to the wall.

The pain from her wrists shot deep into her marrow, a searing agony that engulfed her body, making Aurora scream in heart-wrenching terror.

But before she could scream twice, Artoria slammed her staff into her face. The heavy impact of the staff against bone shook the air, caving in her beautiful features and disfiguring her on the spot.

Her eyes bulged, filled with disbelief and anguish. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, staining her cheek, then dripped from her chin mixed with shattered teeth, like crimson tears, pattering onto the floor in tiny splashes of blood. Her beauty was gone, replaced by a violently torn, scarred face.

"Why? Why!?" Aurora spat out a mouthful of blood, her throat roaring with incomprehensible fury.

She didn't even know these people—why were they attacking her?

She didn't understand, and she didn't need to, because her knight had arrived.

"Kill them!" Aurora bellowed.

A dragon-kind like a comet broke the sound barrier, crashing through the window to guard the woman who was beautiful yet venomous as a scorpion. What greeted Melusine was—

"Tens of Thousands of Proverbs!"

"Fade away with the butterflies, phantoms of the past!"

"EX—calibur!"

"The time for judgment is now!"

"Scorching Breath of Blazing Flames!"

"Meteor Shower!!"

"Trash, trash! Die in ignorance! Pain Illusion Cry!"

Melusine crashed.

Aurora felt as if she'd fallen into an ice pit. Melusine, undefeated and feared even by Morgan, had been beaten so easily.

Yet, inexplicably, seeing Melusine in such a state, amidst her despair, she felt a flicker of joy—because she wasn't the only one suffering so badly.

As that tiny spark of happiness welled up, the defeated Melusine struggled to her feet, only to collapse again, pleading, "Spare her—I'll do anything."

Disgusting.

Absolutely revolting.

You, this lowly, filthy mud, pitying me?

Aurora felt sick enough to vomit, but with her life in someone else's hands, she could only lower her head and let him plead for mercy on her behalf.

"Sir Lancelot, no sacrifice is too great for Britain to accept, and no betrayal is too small for Britain to tolerate." Qianyi drew Ksitigarbha and pressed it against Aurora's throat.

"I offer my soul, my life, my everything—for you, for Your Majesty, for Britain!" Melusine decisively surrendered all she had.

Qianyi smiled at Aurora. "For Sir Lancelot's sake, I'll spare you this time. Next we meet, I will kill you."

The Void Spear vanished from Aurora's hand. She dared not linger, enduring searing pain as she hobbled down the stairs.

Damn it, damn it, damn it! How dare they humiliate me like this!

Next time—next time, I'll poison every last one of you bastards...

She cursed and raged inwardly, but as she reached the bottom of the stairs and prepared to leave, the young man who had promised to spare her life was already standing at the entrance of the Wind Clan chieftain's mansion, blocking her path.

"Hey~ Aurora, what a coincidence. This is our second meeting—which means it's the 'next time' from last time."

Chapter 69: Morgan: Daughter, do you even know what filial piety means?

Aurora was dead.

Holding a written confession, pierced by 108,000 cuts, facing the Mirror Clan's former territory—ruled a suicide.

The death of the Wind Clan chieftain stirred up a storm for a time.

Of course, that had nothing to do with Qianyi. He was methodically learning how to govern a nation, testing out some promising decrees, and casually grinding Morgan's favorability so the Winter Queen would sooner or later hand over her treasures—and Britain itself—to him.

The Fae Kingdom of Britain, Camelot's royal palace.

Morgan sat on her throne, eyes closed in rest. Unlike Bavhanxi's rose-like, bewitching beauty, the Winter Queen's first impression was cold, ruthless, and meticulous.

But for some reason, she seemed drained of spirit, her face practically screaming: "Overworked with no overtime pay, teammates are all idiots, subjects are all troublemakers, my daughter keeps asking if I'd still love her if she turned into a caterpillar, and why hasn't the world exploded yet?"

There was a faint, weary urge to die—except, as the Fae Kingdom's queen, she wouldn't die. She'd only make the fae die.

Fortunately, in this shitty world, a little warmth could still bloom, and people who could warm the heart could still appear.

A few days ago, her daughter Bavhanxi had brought back a human. Right off the bat, he'd laid out all of Britain's current flaws and problems, then explained how to solve or mitigate them. But who was she?

The Winter Queen who had ruled the Fae Kingdom for two thousand years!

So she prepared to refuse. But that human's eyes were too bright, his sincerity and earnestness in every word and action so out of place in this fae realm. More importantly, he seemed to possess a unique power that made people want to believe in him—believe he could truly bring change to this world.

Whether it was her daughter's plea or something else, she actually agreed to let that human named Qianyi take charge of Londinium. And he didn't disappoint—within days of receiving Londinium, he had it running smoothly, centralized the Wind Clan's power under the crown, and then gave her an unexpected surprise.

Qianyi developed a unique food called "Blood Stick" that could somewhat alleviate wildness, satisfying the contradictory desire of some groups to eat meat while only being able to eat plants. It became a hit with the Fang Clan, and even Woodworth praised his talent.

Because of all this, Morgan and Qianyi's exchanges grew more frequent. In their conversations, she found him a courteous, kind, gentle sage who valued his companions even more than his own life—seeing him was like seeing herself back when she was the savior Ash.

And he was like a worm in her belly, always sensing her mood shifts. All her worries seemed to vanish the moment she saw him. No exaggeration—every time Morgan met him, it was like Cao Cao meeting Guo Jia, or Liu Bei meeting Zhuge Liang, making her want to exclaim, "You are like the breeze sweeping through Britain—from now on, gallop freely beneath my Britain!"

Should she take him from her daughter? Letting Bavhanxi keep clinging to him—wasn't that wasting his talent?

Morgan was thinking this when she heard footsteps approaching. She immediately perked up, resuming her queenly demeanor.

"Is that Sir Qianyi?"

"Who's Sir Qianyi?"

"Beryl, what do you want?"

"Hey, hey, why the sudden stiff face? You were all smiles just a moment ago."

Beryl Gut of Team A watched Morgan, whose attitude toward him was abysmal, growing more curious about this "Qianyi" she kept mentioning.

Was there such a person in Britain?

"He's nothing like a scumbag like you." Morgan didn't want to deal with Beryl, but since he was her partner, she briefly explained Qianyi's situation.

Hearing this, Beryl immediately raised a hand to stop her. "Wait! So you're telling me that while I was brewing potions these past few days, a handsome seventeen-year-old—more beautiful than Aurora, deeper-thinking than Uther, as talented and capable as Lancelot, as loyal as Crimson Heat Duke, as brave as Gawain, accomplished in politics, military, diplomacy, science, culture, and everything else—just showed up on his own to form a lifelong Britain with you?"

"That's right." Morgan nodded.

Beryl choked.

Morgan, take a good look at yourself in your magic mirror. After ruling Britain alone for so long, are you hallucinating from desperation? With your witch-like personality, your age so old your boots and skirt are practically fused to you, a woman so vile even a dog would shake its head—you think you can land talent like that?

It sounds like a gem dropped onto a cow patty.

Morgan saw Beryl silently mocking her and scowled. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"I just think either your brain's broken, or that guy's brain's broken." Beryl spread his hands.

"How rude, Beryl." A completely unfamiliar voice reached him.

As the voice rang out, two blazing bullets erupted from the gun barrel. They carved dazzling red trails through the air, their tails dragging fiery energy wakes like burning meteors, striking Beryl's hands at terrifying speed and tearing through his wrists.

From the shadows, Qianyi stepped out slowly, a uniquely designed, sleek golden pistol—like an exquisite, deadly work of art—aimed at Beryl.

Void Archive, Imitation: Divine Fire Judgment!

"Your Majesty, this guy's not as courteous as you said." Beryl immediately used magecraft to treat his hands, but his mind raced, trying to figure out the origin of that gun—he'd felt no trace of magecraft or magical energy.

Still, he was calm. This was in Morgan's presence—Qianyi wouldn't dare attack recklessly.

—Bang!

Qianyi raised his hand, and a bullet punched clean through Beryl's head. It entered through one temple, pierced his skull almost without resistance, and blew out the other side—but not a drop of blood spilled, all of it seared away by the intense heat.

A clean headshot.

Pulling a trigger to kill—no artistry to it, yet shockingly efficient, since it takes almost no effort at all.

"Mana and potions are precious, sure, but not worth more than your life, right?" Qianyi couldn't fathom why Beryl didn't bother defending.

Brain-dead? Wasting my bullet money.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Qianyi turned back and pumped dozens more rounds into Beryl's corpse, finishing with a final Tens of Thousands of Proverbs that scattered even his ashes.

Morgan on the throne had initially meant to block the attack for Beryl—after all, the king's court needed to maintain solemn dignity, forbidding conflict—but recalling his mockery of her, she held back. Who'd have guessed he'd actually get shot dead with a single headshot?

She found it absurdly hard to swallow, yet couldn't pin the blame on herself. So she cleared her throat and quickly changed the subject: "Minister Qianyi, what business do you have?"

"Morgan, I'm here to push through the Band Dissolution Tax."

"Huh?"

Chapter 70: Horn God: Why Play Spring Shadow?

Band Dissolution Tax?

Morgan froze on her throne. She'd heard Bavhanxi mention it before, but hadn't quite grasped what it was. Now that Qianyi was bringing it up, she needed to understand it thoroughly.

"Does Great Britain even have bands?" the Winter Queen asked.

"If I come, then there will be. If there aren't, then I'll create them. If I can't create them, then I'll conquer them," Qianyi replied. That was precisely why he was here.

"Ah—?" Morgan's usually cold face showed rare shock.

She felt like she was meeting Qianyi for the first time. The look in his eyes now even struck her as faintly familiar.

After Qianyi finished explaining what bands and the Band Dissolution Tax actually were, a complex emotion welled up in Morgan's heart: "Minister Qianyi, calm down. Fairy Great Britain doesn't even have the concept of bands yet. If you decree this, no one will know what it is. I think you should take it slow."