Let the Old Folks Have a Look at the Child... / Getting Ready to Pull Some Strings

"Do you fairies think I look scary?"

"No, no..."

Little C-dai her hands repeatedly, immediately regretting her actions.

"Artoria, why are you retreating? Now you're making trouble..."

However, before the fairy girl could finish regretting it, a warm aura enveloped her.

Subconsciously looking up, Artoria Caster only saw golden specks of light emanating from Gwen's raised right palm, drifting towards her.

"I don't know where you're injured, but you might as well get a full body treatment."

"..."

Feeling the warmth flowing into her limbs, the girl's emerald eyes reflected the warm golden light, and a faint mist unconsciously rose in them.

For the fairy girl who had struggled to grow up amidst omnipresent malice for sixteen years, even this brief moment of warmth was incredibly precious.

The warm golden light quickly faded, and Gwen, who had swiftly completed a full-body heal for the still-rookie Artoria Caster, withdrew his hand and smiled at the girl.

How are you feeling?

"I hope there's nothing that's bothering you now?"

"Uh-huh..."

Upon hearing Gwen's words, Artoria Caster immediately snapped out of her daze and nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice.

"Thank you..."

Chapter 631 Show the child to the old man...

Only then did Artoria Caster realize that she didn't know the name of the person in front of her...

People?

In a flash, the fairy girl's gaze swept over Gwen's ears—

They don't have the pointed ears of fairies; they have ears that only humans have, according to legend...

So the man in front of me... is human?

But how could a human possess such power?

The girl's thoughts unconsciously became complicated again.

"Oh...

You're welcome.

My name is Gwen, and as you can see, I am a human—

Should we inform the other fairies of my existence?

Noticing Artoria Caster's gaze, Gwen chuckled and teased.

"Won't!"

Suddenly snapping back to her senses, Artoria Caster shook her head vigorously.

"Since that's the case, and you care so much about my identity, do you, little fairy, also want to squeeze out all my value as a human like other fairies, and then throw me away like a rag?"

Seeing Artoria Caster's reaction, which resembled that of a frightened little animal, Gwen chuckled and teased.

"No, no..."

Artoria Caster shook her head vigorously, denying Gwen's words repeatedly, her eyes almost glistening with tears again—

I'm not one of those nasty fairies, why would I do such a thing?

"You don't look like it..."

Seeing that Artoria Caster was almost in tears, Gwen chuckled and pinched the girl's slightly red nose.

"By the way, is this yours?"

Seeing that the girl instinctively wanted to back away but stopped herself, as if afraid that Gwen would swallow her whole, Gwen realized that Artoria Caster was probably still in a sensitive period and wasn't in a hurry.

With a wave of his hand, Gwen grasped the Staff of Selection, which had just fallen into the bushes to the side, and asked Artoria Caster.

"Forehead..."

Upon seeing the Staff of Selection that she had just retrieved, Artoria Caster instinctively reached out to take it.

But before she could raise her hand, Artoria Caster abruptly stopped herself, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly shook her head—

"No... no, I'm just a useless fairy who only has the lowest level of magic at sixteen years old. This is not something I could have."

"This human is so powerful, he must also be looking for the Child of Prophecy."

But just like they said, I'm so weak, how could I possibly be the Child of Prophecy..."

Although Ector's words were still fresh in her mind, the fairy girl who wanted the old man who loved her to live more than the ridiculous pilgrimage was already very resistant to the pilgrimage and the identity of the Child of Prophecy that almost led to her tragic life. Now, faced with the danger to her life, she did not hesitate to shrink back and become a soft and cute Little C-dai.

"The little vixen is very pretty, but why doesn't she like to tell the truth?"

Gwen raised an eyebrow and casually tossed the Staff of Selection to Artoria Caster.

"Take this. If you lose it again, I'll have to whittle it down and use it as a wooden sword."

As we all know, such a long and straight wooden stick is very attractive to men.

"Oh oh..."

Artoria Caster was so embarrassed that her lie was exposed in less than three seconds that she awkwardly accepted her Staff of Selection.

Where is this place?

Gwen didn't ask where the pilgrimage had gone. Before coming to Chaldea, Artoria Caster had been running into obstacles everywhere, and asking would only embarrass the young girl.

"This is Tingel..."

Stroking the Staff of Selection, which she had been separated from for over a decade, Artoria Caster lowered her eyes and spoke listlessly the name of the place where she had lived for over ten years and which held countless painful memories for her.

"Tingel..."

Tingel?

Gwen had only intended to check the map to see where Morgan's capital was, but he never expected to hear this answer—

"You haven't started your pilgrimage yet?"

Gwen asked in surprise.

If he remembered correctly, Artoria Caster was bullied here for sixteen years before she began her pilgrimage, driven by the dying words of an old man who seemed to be roughly equivalent to Hector in Pan-Human History... who took good care of little Artoria Caster.

"Um..."

Upon hearing this, Artoria Caster lowered her head even further.

"I'm such a useless person..."

The fairy girl, who had been belittled for sixteen years, subconsciously began to worry about how she could avoid being beaten more often.

Then--

Caught off guard, the hand not holding the Staff of Selection was grabbed and pulled by a tremendous force back the way it came—

"Then let's not go yet. Let's go see if Hector can still be saved."

"Huh?"

Although the names were slightly different, Artoria Caster still realized who Gwen was talking about.

Suddenly, fear vanished, replaced by joy that filled the fairy girl's heart.

"Is there any hope for Ector?"

"Okay, give me directions, just in case I've gone to the wrong place."

Although he had already located a still-warm body in the woods, Gwen said, still worried that he had gone the wrong way.

"Just keep going in this direction, and turn right at the second intersection!"

Artoria Caster excitedly gave Gwen directions.

A bright ray of light pierced through the dark forest, and the two quickly arrived at a large tree, where they found the lifeless body.

However, upon seeing that familiar person, Artoria hesitated unconsciously again—

"Is there really any hope for Ector...?"

"We should at least give it a try."

Gwen released Artoria Caster's hand, knelt down, and began to check on Ector's condition.

"The person has only been dead for a short time, so there's still a good chance of bringing them back to life."

"Um..."

Seeing the golden light in Gwen's hand that had already enveloped Ector's short stature, Artoria Caster immediately thought of the warmth within her own body.

Unusually, this Paradise Fairy, who had been immersed in malice for over a decade, held a positive attitude towards one thing—

"Perhaps... Gwen really can bring Grandpa Ector back?"

As Gwen rescued Ector, the light he emitted also illuminated the dense forest.

The soft light even penetrated through the layers of trees, reaching the outside of the forest...

"Cough cough..."

Under Artoria Caster's expectant gaze, Ector, who had been silent under the tree, suddenly coughed, causing the fairy girl to show a look of surprise and delight.

He casually tossed the Staff of Selection aside, crouched down, and nervously watched Ector—

"Ector?"

Ector!

"I..."

Having already entrusted his last wishes to Artoria and preparing to leave this world with regrets, Ector struggled to open his eyes. Looking at the excited Artoria Caster, he couldn't help but feel somewhat bewildered—

Where am I?

However, the next moment, a laughing voice startled the old man awake—

"You're awake?"

Artoria, quickly bring the child over to the old lady to see...

Chapter 632 Preparing to Use Connections

"Lord Woodworth, we've spotted a strange light in the woods over there!"

Outside the burning village, a Fang Clan fairy patrolling nearby spoke respectfully to a tall Fang Clan dressed in a suit.

"Perhaps, that is the lost Child of Prophecy."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Woodworth, the patriarch of the Fang Clan, whose wolfish face had been troubled by the failed mission to capture the Child of Prophecy, immediately lit up with joy—

"Leave some men to continue wiping out the remaining Moss, and the rest of you will go with me to pursue the Child of Prophecy."

This is Her Your Majesty the Queen's order, and there is no room for error!

"Yes!"

In the dense forest on the other side, before Artoria Caster could realize what Gwen was saying, she heard a cry of surprise—

"What?"

Ector, still in the throes of death, suddenly widened his eyes, his large, iron-like hands gripping Gwen's hand tightly—

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing, just a little joke to help you wake up quickly."

Seeing the disbelief in the eyes of the bearded old man, Gwen chuckled.

With that, Gwen gently pulled his hand away from the old man's and shook his hand—

"It's been about ten minutes since you placed the memories and expectations of Ash... or rather, Toneriko, on this girl's head..."

The Black Knight — Ector.