Looking at Morgan standing in the Throne Hall...
High above, Riezel, who had just been wondering whether he should go down directly, suddenly raised an eyebrow.
"Whoosh—"
From Camelot below, a white meteor suddenly shot into the sky, hurtling toward him at an astonishing speed.
The sound of it tearing through the air boomed like thunder. Its extreme speed brought equally extreme kinetic force, carrying terrifying momentum as it crashed straight toward Riezel.
"Boom!"
Moments later, a thunderous explosion erupted in the sky.
As the white meteor struck Riezel, who stood suspended in midair, a Shockwave-like blast of air spread outward, blowing away the clouds.
"What was that?"
"What happened?"
"That just now was..."
Such an astonishing disturbance naturally could not go unnoticed.
In Camelot, fairies who had been going about their own business all looked up at the sky in astonishment, and the city immediately descended into clamor.
Of course, they were not panicking. They were not even flustered. Rather, as though they had encountered some entertaining event to relieve their boredom, every one of them wore an excited expression.
It was the expression of those who felt no satisfaction with the current peace and calm, who instead longed for commotion, turmoil, and an end to their tedious daily lives.
Clearly, even after more than a month had passed, the fairies of the Fairy Kingdom were still the same, fearing nothing more than a peaceful world.
That was only natural.
For fairies, who could casually live for an exceedingly long time and were unquestionably a long-lived race, a little over a month was incomparably brief.
Even after thousands or tens of thousands of years, the most deeply rooted malice of the fairies could not be changed. Much less could a mere month alter them in any way.
Thus, upon