"Oh, there's one more thing I need to mention. Any human in Fae Country without an owner, once discovered, will be sent to the National Slaughter Theater in New Darlington. So, Artoria, please temporarily act as their owner. And all of you need to be careful not to expose yourselves."
On the way to the tavern, Oberon revealed another taboo of Fae Country. Although the fae here no longer possessed Fairy Eyes, they could still distinguish humans from fae. Heroic Spirits were regarded as fae in this Lostbelt.
"I see. Then I've fulfilled a long-held dream." Even though she was only temporarily becoming Ritsuka and Shen Fei's owner, Castor was still delighted.
"Um, Miss Castor, what do you mean by a long-held dream?" Although Castor had said they could simply call her by name and did not need to be so formal, Tristan remained extremely respectful toward her.
"It's the dream every country fae has—to squeeze into the ranks of the upper fae on city streets."
In Fae Country, anyone who owned human slaves was undoubtedly an upper fae. Because of her own magical power, Castor had always believed herself to be a lower fae. Even with the Staff of Selection in her hand and the identity of the Child of Prophecy, she still felt that way.
Shen Fei nodded in agreement at Castor's dream. His own dream had once been similar. Given his current circumstances, he could be said to have achieved it, though he now had new dreams.
"Hey, people of Salisbury, hello! Has everyone been having a good day?"
Led by Oberon, the group arrived at a tavern with Mike's Bar written above its entrance. The moment he pushed open the door, he skillfully greeted the people inside.
"The Fairy King of Autumn Forest, preacher of flowers,