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Boom!

The towering figure crashed to the ground with a thud, carving a furrow in the earth before finally coming to a stop against Gwen's Crystal Wall.

"You... cough cough..."

With some difficulty, Woodworth raised his head, spat out the dirt and stones in his mouth, and looked at Gwen in disbelief—

"How is that possible?"

He had just fully unleashed his power, wanting to go all out to defeat Gwen, but unexpectedly, as soon as he returned to the battlefield, he felt a sudden weight on his body and slammed to the ground. Even now, the force of that impact prevents him from standing up.

Moreover, it wasn't just the strange power that prevented him from standing up; there was another strange power constantly dissolving the immense magical power within him, causing Woodworth to panic.

He knew very well that his powerful magic was one of the foundations of his strength, and if his magic were drained, he would probably have no power to resist.

This was a power that even Her Your Majesty the Queen had never displayed, and Woodworth could hardly comprehend how Gwen had managed to do it.

"Now, as a traveler from afar, a king from a foreign land, may I bring my little sister Artoria to pay my respects to Her Your Majesty the Queen?"

With a single hand using gravity and a restraining force field, Gwen easily controlled Woodworth. He didn't answer his question, but instead looked at Woodworth on the ground with a leisurely air and asked.

As for what king?

He is the man standing behind the Dead Apostle Queen, Altrouge. He could be considered a prince of the Dead Apostles, right?

"You..."

Woodworth's eyes were bloodshot; the stimulation of blood made this beast, who had only learned the superficial aspects of civilization—suits and so-called etiquette—lose his mind.

But the next moment, Gwen punched him in the head from a distance, bringing him back to his senses—

Or perhaps...

The most capable henchman under Queen Morgan was actually a beast that couldn't even understand human speech?

If that's the case, then I need to seriously consider whether she's qualified to be Queen.

"..."

When Morgan was involved, Woodworth quickly calmed down and gritted his teeth, saying—

"King of a foreign land, your strength is truly admirable..."

Chapter 634 Reward

With a fist bigger than Woodworth's paving the way, Gwen earned the respect of the Heat Dissipation Archduke.

Although Woodworth is only a young hero compared to his predecessor, the hero Reineck, Woodworth still believes in the power of fists compared to the other chaotic fairies in the Fairy Country.

After getting up from the ground, Woodworth never mentioned taking Artoria Caster away again. Instead, he personally escorted the group to the royal capital, Camelot, with the highest level of protocol.

Of course, before the group arrived, Woodworth had already sent messengers to relay all the news from here, including the fact that he, Heat Dissipation Archduke Woodworth, had been utterly defeated by his opponents.

As Morgan's subject, Woodworth felt it necessary to make Her Your Majesty the Queen aware of the enemy's strength and to prepare her accordingly.

This is also one of the key reasons why Woodworth did not choose to fight to the death, but instead sought reconciliation.

With the personal escort of Heat Dissipation Archduke Woodworth, there were naturally no fools or goblins to cause trouble on the way.

However, Gwen, who only wanted to resolve the issues in the Lostbelt Britain as quickly as possible and return to keep an eye on Zeus, still gave the group a speed boost, allowing them to arrive at the royal city of Camelot before sunset.

Facing the Great Chasm, Morgan built the Chalk City directly on top of the head of the Horned God Cernunnos.

Because the news had not yet spread, the fairies in the royal city and the surrounding area were very curious about who this person was that could have the Heat Dissipation Archduke personally escorting him.

Among them, Artoria, who bears a striking resemblance to Morgan, is undoubtedly the main subject of discussion.

Besides Artoria, Gwen, a human who was treated with respect by Woodworth, who didn't even respect the other clan leaders, undoubtedly attracted the attention of the fairies as well.

Faced with these gazes—whether curious, envious, jealous, or malicious— Gwen showed no mercy, retaliating against anyone who failed his simple malice perception.

That very night, Gwen became known as something indescribable through word of mouth among the goblins.

However, this did not prevent Gwen and his companions from checking into a luxury hotel, which was more symbolic than practical, under Woodworth's escort.

After settling Gwen and the others in, Woodworth went to see Morgan, leaving Gwen and the others to wait there.

"What do you think of this Camelot?"

Looking out the window at Camelot, the royal city that should only be accessible to the innocent but was now teeming with fairies, Gwen asked Ector beside him.

Along the way, Ector had trimmed his beard and changed into clean clothes. Although his long-depressed body and demeanor had not recovered, he was no longer the blacksmith from the small village.

"She...

Well..."

Looking down at the bustling fairies, Ector's gaze was complex, his eyes seemingly reflecting that blood-red night once more—

That should have been the end of all stories, the beginning of all beauty, but it was stained red with blood and fire at the crowning ceremony...

Although much information was missing, Ector realized something was wrong when Morgan allowed these fairies to enter and leave the royal city freely—

Perhaps... Gwen is right?

The Old Blacksmith, or rather the Black Knight, thought so.

Seeing Ector's preoccupied look, Gwen didn't ask any questions and went to find Artoria Caster, who was sipping her juice and staring blankly out the window.

"How does it taste?"

Gwen chose a gentler topic to begin with.

"Mmm, it tastes great..."

Nodding slightly, Artoria Caster withdrew her gaze and looked at Gwen.

Given Artoria's status in the village, it's clear she wouldn't have the opportunity to drink such delicious juice.

However, despite holding what was arguably the best-tasting beverage of her life, Artoria felt little joy—

The shock that everything she experienced today brought to Artoria's heart was something that a mere glass of juice could not possibly alleviate.

"But you didn't seem to enjoy drinking it very much."

Looking directly into those emerald eyes, Gwen probed the girl's very soul.

"...Um."

With a muffled reply, Artoria finished the entire glass of juice before setting it down. She slumped onto the table, her tuft of hair drooping listlessly, a clear indication of her inner confusion and helplessness.

"All of this today is too dreamlike for me."

I'm just a little imp from a small village who gets bullied all the time. What Child of Prophecy, what Queen, those are all too far away for me...

Yesterday I was locked in a filthy dungeon, waiting for my death, but today I've been brought here to meet that so-called Queen..."

As if she had been holding it in for a long time, Artoria Caster stared at Gwen with red eyes.

"Um...

I think I can understand how you feel...

Gazing into the expression in Artoria Caster's eyes, Gwen felt a fleeting glimpse of himself from a few years ago—

Just moments ago, I was sleeping at home, and now I'm in a world rife with crises, a world where a little more Honkai Energy would Honkai me. And I was even born on the face of Otto, the boss. The feeling Remembrance bewilderment and despair...

"You..."

Having reached her breaking point, and without the passive refresh from the Paradise Fairy, Artoria Caster, who was already somewhat resigned to her fate, wanted to say, "You don't know anything."

But looking at the complex expression in Gwen's eyes, Artoria Caster suddenly seemed to see a familiar glimpse of something—

That was me during those countless nights of weeping over the past sixteen years...

Do you remember what I told you before we left?

Seeing that Artoria did not refute him, Gwen chuckled and took her slightly cool little hand in his.

"Um?"

Artoria Caster blinked, her clear eyes revealing a profound sense of bewilderment.

"You should listen to people from now on, you silly goose."

Gwen lightly tapped the girl's smooth forehead and repeated with a soft laugh—

"Don't worry, I'm here. No one can hurt you on this trip to Camelot."

Even Morgan couldn't possibly harm you in the slightest.

If this journey goes smoothly, you will be able to escape the fate of being the Child of Prophecy.

Whether you choose to live incognito in the Fairy Country, go to a world without fairies, or a completely different world to try and start a new life, it's all up to you.

"Well... consider this payment for accompanying me on this trip."

"..."

Hearing these words that she had completely ignored before, Artoria Caster blinked, realizing what she had overlooked.

The warmth emanating from her hand quickly warmed the fairy girl's chilly body, and she nodded hesitantly.

"Um..."

Chapter 635 Morgan: Invite the Distinguished Guest

Although Gwen never showed any malice towards him from the moment they met, and he could even sense goodwill from him.

However, after more than a decade of being bullied, Artoria still subconsciously resists trusting others.

And now... it's nothing more than a choice made out of desperation.

"I hope... Gwen will keep his word..."

Is it true that after the so-called Child of Prophecy dies, will there be offspring?

The Paradise Fairy thought to herself, feeling rather uncertain.

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While Artoria Castor was feeling lost and hesitant, a tense meeting quietly began in the nearby palace.

After a seemingly submissive opening with no regard for the relationship between ruler and subject, the girl in red was the first to eagerly jump out—

"I heard you suffered a defeat, and you're going to welcome the enemy into Camelot with great fanfare, old soldier (old man)."

Wearing an exquisite gown, with blood-red hair and a crown-like headdress, Queen Morgan's adopted daughter, the Fairy Knight Tristan, stood with her hands behind her back, a wicked smile on her pretty face mocking Woodworth.

"I do not deny my failures."

Faced with the mockery of the Fairy Knight Tristan, Woodworth, kneeling on the ground, unusually showed no anger, but simply lowered his head even further—

"Your Majesty the Queen, I beseech you to make the right judgment—"

From beyond the storm came an unparalleled and formidable foe.

Even within this royal city, they are by no means an existence that can be easily defeated.

"I have received your message."

On the throne, Morgan's gaze pierced through the veil as she looked down at Woodworth, her voice cool and clear.

"Tell me the details of the battle."

"If you can be defeated so easily, then he is indeed a formidable enemy worthy of our attention."

"Yes."

Although Woodworth was somewhat embarrassed to recount his defeat in public, the Queen had ordered Heat Dissipation Archduke to recount the previous battle in detail, which sparked much discussion among the many fairies present.

Some mocked Woodworth for his arrogant demeanor, only to be utterly defeated in the end; others added fuel to the fire with sarcastic remarks; still others remained seemingly silent, but had already set their sights on the Queen on the throne.

The emergence of such a powerful individual, does it mean...?

Amidst the cacophony that was irritating Woodworth, a soft and melodious female voice spoke up—

"After such an exceptionally fierce battle, is there any serious injury to your body?"

It was a figure that did not appear in person, but only through light and shadow.

Even a mere ray of light cannot diminish her stunning beauty and elegant demeanor. Her fairy-like makeup and gentle tone perfectly match modern humans' fantasies about elves... except for her true nature.

Upon hearing this voice, Woodworth, who was already baring his teeth, was quickly calmed down.

"Please rest assured, Aurora, I am fine, it's just a minor injury."

"That's good. As the patriarch of the Fang Clan and Her Majesty the Queen's right-hand man, it would be bad if you got injured."