"Unfortunately, I refuse."
When those ice-cold words left Riezel's mouth and reached Bagster's ears, her expression changed.
"...Why?"
Bagster frowned tightly, and the look she gave Riezel gradually sharpened.
That oppressive gaze stabbed into Riezel. An ordinary person would have found it difficult even to breathe under it.
Yet when that gaze fell upon Riezel, not only did it fail to change his expression in the slightest, a trace of biting coldness even flashed through his eyes, causing Bagster's face to change again.
"I truly cannot understand how the brains of you fairies are wired."
As though he genuinely could not comprehend it, Riezel's words were filled with mockery.
"Protect Britain?"
"Protect the fairies?"
"Whether it is you or Morgan, what wire did you two cross to come up with such an idea?"
At that moment, Riezel's words were not merely sharp. They were as piercing as blades.
"If you lack any self-awareness, then let me tell you, Bagster."
Riezel spoke coldly.
"Do you know what Pan-Human History is like?"
"Do you know what the humans living there are like?"
"Having never been to Pan-Human History and having lived in this Britain Lostbelt all your life, you probably cannot imagine what kind of world it is, can you?"
"It is a world where everyone must follow a certain order. While not all of them do, most people still yearn for universal peace and a happy life."
Riezel walked toward Bagster step by step.
"And what are fairies?"
"Fairies are nothing but trash!"
"Peace, in their eyes, means entertaining themselves to death!"
"Happiness, in their eyes, means using everything other than themselves to please themselves!"
"Do you not know how Britain's fairies view humans?"
"In their eyes, humans are tools that create entertainment value for them, slaves, playthings, and even insects