For the fae of Britain, and Spriggan especially, simply killing them would be letting them off too easily. Making them despair was the best punishment for them. Especially Spriggan—without Morgan, he would have died long ago, yet he had dared plot against her behind her back. He could not blame Shen Fei for showing no mercy.
"Morgan, it is time for you to get some proper rest." After making up his mind, Shen Fei immediately knocked Morgan unconscious and placed her together with Baobhan Sith inside the Devouring Pouch. What he intended to do next was not something Morgan should know about.
"Kill him now! Otherwise, once Morgan recovers, you will all die!" Spriggan, who had been kicked away and spared any serious injury by Shen Fei, immediately shouted at the top of his lungs.
He did not care whether the fae present lived or died if Morgan recovered, but he himself would certainly be doomed. Naturally, he was unwilling to die like this. He had struggled to survive until now and had finally waited for Chaldea to arrive. As long as he lived, he could return to Pan-Human History with the vast wealth he had acquired in this Lostbelt.
"Kill him! Kill that hateful witch!" The fae were immediately incited by Spriggan's words. Naturally, the first to attack were the fae guards.
"Hmph." Looking at the fae guards surrounding him, Shen Fei snorted coldly and swung his great blade, preparing to strike. But at that moment, countless black insects suddenly appeared around him, attempting to devour him. At the same time, shrill screams rang out through the royal palace hall.
Naturally, Shen Fei was not the one screaming. It was the fae guards who had tried to attack him. Black insects also appeared around their bodies, and within a