Morgan: Daughter, Do You Even Know What Filial Piety Is?! / Horned God: Why Are You Playing "For Today's Blessing"?

Qianyi brushed the dust off his legs and said, "If she could handle everything herself, why would she need an adorable little cotton-padded jacket and heir like you to help share her burdens?"

Bavhanxi froze at those words, then undisguised delight appeared on her face. Her slender waist straightened, her round hips immediately shifted off the chair, and she went around the desk, pushed Qianyi from behind, and pressed him onto the throne symbolizing Londinium's highest authority. She herself plopped down onto the desk.

Then, the girl picked up a piece of local fruit with her delicate fingers and brought it to the mouth of the person demanding the rest of her life.

"Be proud. Rewarding you is the duty of Great Britain's heir." Bavhanxi now looked at Qianyi the way Yuan Shao looked at the protagonist of Dynasty Warriors. She was practically about to transform into a young lady of a distinguished family.

"You're really easy to win over," Qianyi remarked.

"That doesn't matter. Hurry up and tell me, what do we do next?" Bavhanxi urged.

"Take down Aurora."

"Aurora? The head of the Wind Clan? Why take her down?"

"The reason Morgan agreed to hand Londinium over to me, aside from giving you face, was mainly because the conflict between humans and fairies here runs far too deep. One careless move could trigger a human riot. Once humans revolt and kill fairies, it will inevitably draw the fairies' hatred."

"What does that have to do with taking down Aurora?"

"The anti-fairy humans were raised by Aurora and deliberately planted in this city." Qianyi produced his fabricated intelligence. "Don't underestimate my intelligence network."

If the fairies of the Fae Kingdom were almost all like the Sea Monsters' god, "Firstborn," then Aurora was the most born of all births. Whenever the mood struck her, she could commit the most vile acts without the slightest psychological burden. For example, after Artoria and the others achieved victory, she poisoned the queen of the King's Clan and reduced peace to nothing; she pinned every disaster and misfortune of the Fae Kingdom on Morgan, causing the queen who had given everything for Great Britain to die a miserable death, and so on.

Her evil deeds were nearly countless. It was no exaggeration to say that without her, many people could have found happiness.

Bavhanxi took it and looked it over, immediately unable to hold it together. The letter listed Aurora's numerous crimes in exhaustive detail: smearing Morgan's name and spreading all manner of rumors harmful to Morgan; being the mastermind behind the destruction of the Rain Clan and Mirror Clan; deceiving the Six Original Fairies into making Horn God drink poisoned wine; secretly eating King Solomon's strawberry cake and causing Gae Bulg to miss out, making him angrily launch the Human Order Reduction; colluding with the foreign force Alien God and accepting the five hundred thousand quanta Alien God gave her...

It could not be said that she was monstrously evil; it could only be said that she was the Cocolia, Mian Shan, and Japanese Emperor Sun Xiaochuan of the Type-Moon World.

"But Melusine will be troublesome to deal with," Bavhanxi said worriedly. Like Pan-Human History, Melusine, whom Morgan had granted the name Fae Knight Lancelot, was absolutely Great Britain's strongest combat force. It was precisely because Melusine was there that Aurora had been able to live safely all these years.

"Don't worry. I found some helpers."

Qianyi opened the Dimensional Chat Group and began calling people over.

Steel Prison Big: @Everyone, we're raiding a great noble's home. Get here now.

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, who was enjoying afternoon tea in her bedroom, suddenly heard someone knocking at the door.

"Open up, FBL!"

Before Aurora could figure out who it was, the door had already been kicked open. Just as she raised her hand, ready to say, "You startled me, I cast magic," two Void Spears suddenly appeared, pierced through her hands, and nailed her to the wall.

The pain shooting from her wrists burrowed into her bones. Intense agony instantly swept through her entire body, making Aurora scream her heart out.

But before Aurora could scream twice, Artoria smashed her staff into Aurora's face. The heavy staff striking bone made the air tremble, crushing her beautiful face inward and disfiguring her on the spot.

Her eyes widened, filled with incredulous shock and pain. Blood flowing from the corner of her mouth slid down her cheeks, staining them red. It ran down her chin mixed with shattered teeth, like scarlet tears, dripping onto the floor and splashing small blossoms of blood. Her beauty was gone, replaced by a face torn apart by violence and covered in wounds.

"Why? Why!?" Aurora spat out a mouthful of blood, her throat releasing an incomprehensible roar.

She did not know any of these people. Why were they attacking her?

She did not understand, and she no longer needed to, because her knight had arrived.

"Kill them!" Aurora roared.

The dragonkin shot in like a comet, breaking the sound barrier and smashing through the window. She stood protectively before that woman who looked beautiful but was venomous as a scorpion, only for Melusine to be greeted by—

"Tens of Thousands of Proverbs!"

"Disappear with the butterflies, phantom of old!"

"EX-calibur!"

"Now is the time for judgment!"

"Scorching Breath of Blazing Flames."

"Meteor Shower!!"

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

Melusine crashed.

Aurora felt as though she had fallen into an icy abyss. Melusine, invincible beneath the heavens and someone even Morgan had to fear, had actually been defeated so easily.

Yet for some reason, seeing Melusine in such a miserable state, Aurora felt a trace of happiness amidst her despair, because she was not the only one suffering this badly.

As that faint happiness welled up within her, the already defeated Melusine struggled to her feet, only to collapse again with a crash. She could only beg, "Spare her. I'll do anything."

How disgusting.

Utterly disgusting.

You lowly, ugly filth were pitying me too?

Aurora was so disgusted she nearly vomited, but with her life in someone else's hands, she could only lower her head and let Melusine beg for her.

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

"I offer my soul, my life, everything I have to you, to Your Majesty, to Great Britain!" Melusine decisively offered up everything.

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

The Void Spears in Aurora's hands vanished. She did not dare linger, enduring the intense pain as she limped toward the stairs.

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

Next time! Next time, I'll use poisoned wine to deal with all of you bastards...

She cursed and damned them in her heart, but just as she descended the stairs and prepared to leave, the young man who had promised to spare her life was already standing at the entrance to the Wind Clan leader's residence, blocking her path.

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

Morgan: Daughter, Do You Understand What Filial Piety Is?!

Aurora died.

Holding a letter of apology, she had suffered one hundred and eight thousand cuts before dying in front of the former territory of the Mirror Clan. It was presumed to be suicide.

The death of the Wind Clan's leader caused quite a stir for a time.

Of course, that had nothing to do with Qianyi. He was steadily learning how to govern a country, trying out several decent policies, and incidentally raising Morgan's favorability so that the Winter Queen would hurry up and drop some gold for him, letting him manage Great Britain.

Fae Kingdom Great Britain, Camelot Royal City.

Morgan was currently sitting upon her throne with her eyes closed, resting. She was utterly unlike Bavhanxi, whose beauty was as enchanting and alluring as a rose. As the Winter Queen, Morgan's first impression was one of cold severity, ruthlessness, and meticulousness.

Yet for some reason, she seemed somewhat listless, as though her entire face read, "The overtime pressure is huge, there's no overtime pay, my teammates are all idiots, the people I govern are all troublesome commoners, and my daughter occasionally asks whether I'd still love her if she turned into a caterpillar. Why hasn't the world exploded yet?"

She carried a faint, weary desire to die. The difference was that, as queen of the Fae Kingdom, she would not die. She would only make the fairies die.

Fortunately, even in this shitty world, a little warmth occasionally emerged, and she could meet people capable of warming one's heart.

A few days ago, her daughter Bavhanxi had brought a human to her. The moment he arrived, he listed Great Britain's current flaws and problems, then told her how those difficulties could be solved or alleviated. But who was she?

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

So she had been prepared to refuse. Yet that human's eyes were too bright, and the sincerity and earnestness in every word and action made him seem utterly out of place in this Fae Kingdom. More importantly, he seemed to possess a unique power that made people want to believe in him, believe that he truly could bring change to this world.

Whether due to her daughter's request or some other factor, she had actually agreed to hand Londinium over to that human named Qianyi and let him govern it. He had not disappointed her either. Within just a few days of gaining Londinium, he had put it in perfect order, fully centralized the Wind Clan's authority, and later given her an unexpected surprise.

Qianyi had developed a unique food called Blood Stick that could ease wildness to a certain extent. It satisfied the conflicting desires of certain groups that wanted to eat meat but could only eat vegetables. It was beloved by the Fang Clan, and even Woodworth was full of praise for his talent.

Because of this series of events, Morgan and Qianyi had interacted more often. Through their conversations, she discovered that he was a courteous, kind, gentle sage who valued his companions even more than his own life. Seeing him was like seeing herself back when she had still been Ash the Savior.

He was also like a worm in her stomach, always able to notice shifts in her emotions. Every annoyance seemed to disappear whenever she saw him. It was no exaggeration to say that each time Morgan saw him, it was like Cao Cao meeting Guo Jia or Liu Bei meeting Zhuge Liang. She almost wanted to sigh, "You are like the breeze sweeping across Great Britain. From now on, race freely beneath my Great Britain as well."

Should she bring him over from her daughter's side? Was it not too wasteful of his talents to let Bavhanxi keep clinging to him?

As Morgan thought that, she suddenly heard approaching footsteps. She immediately pulled herself together and resumed the bearing of a queen.

"Is that Sir Qianyi?"

"Who is Sir Qianyi?"

"Beryl, what business do you have here?"

"Hey, hey, why did you suddenly put on that stern face? You were smiling all over just now."

Beryl Gut, a Crypter from Team A, looked at Morgan, whose attitude toward him was awful beyond measure, and became increasingly curious about this Qianyi she had mentioned.

Was there really someone like that in Great Britain?

"He is completely different from someone like you." Although Morgan did not want to bother with Beryl at all, she still explained Qianyi's situation out of consideration for their partnership.

Upon hearing that, Beryl immediately held up a hand. "Wait! So what you mean is, while I was making potions these past few days, a handsome and cheerful seventeen-year-old boy who surpasses Aurora in beauty, Uther in depth of thought, Lancelot in talent and ability, Crimson Heat Duke in loyalty, and Gawain in bravery, who has accomplishments in politics, military affairs, diplomacy, science, culture, and every other field, voluntarily came knocking to spend the rest of his life building Great Britain with you?"

"That's right." Morgan nodded.

Beryl choked up.

Morgan, take your damn magic mirror and look at what you are. Have you ruled Great Britain alone for so long that you've become so desperate you're hallucinating? With that witch-like personality of yours, so old your boots and skirt are practically fused to your body, and such a nasty disposition that even dogs would shake their heads at you, could you possibly be matched with someone that talented?

It sounded like a gemstone had fallen into a pile of cow dung.

Morgan saw Beryl mocking her internally, and her expression darkened. "Do you have some objection to that?"

"I just think either there's something wrong with your head, or there's something wrong with that person's head." Beryl spread his hands.

"That's terribly rude, Beryl." A voice entirely unfamiliar to Beryl rang out.

At the same time, two blazing bullets burst from a gun barrel. They carved brilliant red trails through the air, their tails dragging fiery energy exhaust like burning meteors. They struck Beryl's hands at astonishing speed and tore through his wrists.

Qianyi slowly stepped out from the shadows, holding a golden pistol aimed at Beryl. Its unique design and flowing lines made it seem like a work of art—one that was exquisite and deadly.

Void Archive, Mimicry: Divine Fire Judgment!

"Your Majesty, this man doesn't seem as courteous as you described." Beryl immediately used magecraft to treat his hands, but internally he was frantically considering the origin of Qianyi's gun. He had not sensed any trace of magecraft or magical energy from it.

Still, he remained calm. This was before Morgan's throne, so Qianyi surely would not dare attack him recklessly.

Bang!

Qianyi raised his hand and fired a bullet directly through Beryl's head. It entered through one temple and pierced his skull almost without resistance. The other side instantly burst open, but no blood sprayed out at all because it had all been incinerated by the high temperature.

A beautiful headshot.

You could kill someone just by pulling the trigger. There was no aesthetic beauty to it at all, yet it was unexpectedly efficient, because pulling a trigger required virtually no effort.

"Magical energy and potions are certainly precious, but they can't possibly be more valuable than your life, right?" Qianyi could not understand why Beryl had not defended himself.

Was he brain-dead? He wasted my bullet money.

The more Qianyi thought about it, the angrier he became. He casually fired several dozen more shots into Beryl's corpse, then used Tens of Thousands of Proverbs for the final shot, scattering even his ashes.

Morgan, seated on the throne, had originally wanted to help Beryl block the attack. After all, dignity and solemnity had to be maintained between rulers, and conflict was forbidden. But when she remembered Beryl mocking her, she had not acted. Who would have thought he would truly be killed by a single headshot?

She felt strangely unable to handle it, but she could not exactly call it her fault. So she coughed lightly and hurriedly changed the subject. "Sir Qianyi, what business brings you here?"

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

"Huh?"

Horn God: Why Do You Want to Perform Spring Shadow?

The Band Dissolution Tax?

Morgan was stunned on her throne. She had heard Bavhanxi mention it before, but she had not really understood what it was. Now that Qianyi had brought it up, she needed to understand it properly.

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

"If I come, then they will exist. If they do not exist, then we will create them. If they cannot be created, then we will conquer them," Qianyi answered. That was precisely why he had come.

"Ah—?" Shock rarely appeared on Morgan's cold face.

She felt as though she were meeting Qianyi for the first time. The look in his eyes now even gave her the faintest sense of familiarity.

After listening to Qianyi explain what bands and the Band Dissolution Tax actually were, complicated emotions welled up within Morgan. "Sir Qianyi, calm down. Fae Great Britain does not yet have the concept of bands. If you announce this, no one will know what it means. I think you should take it slowly."