It was neither to avenge his foster parents by killing their enemies, nor for the fae he disliked.
Everything was for his beloved Britain.
"Although I have no desire whatsoever to be liked by the fae, if I could be as popular as Shirou, many things would become convenient."
At that moment, Bavag suddenly spoke with a serious expression.
"I really like the witch! Mm, of course I like Lord Knight too... Shirou gives off a special atmosphere from head to toe. Just seeing him puts me in a better mood.
But the witch is different. She's cool and stylish, cheerful, knowledgeable, as if she knows everything and can do anything..."
The Red-haired Fae said yearningly, "I want to become a fae like the witch... Ah, right, I'm sorry! Was I getting carried away?
For a useless loser like me to foolishly dream of becoming a great fae like the witch, I'm truly sorry... Waaaaah..."
Morgan froze for a moment, then smiled and hugged her tightly. "Thank you, Bavag!"
On the twentieth day of their stay in the village, the calamity erupted.
It was an apparently peaceful night.
As usual, after completing their daily prayers of atonement, the fae closed the village gates.
At Shirou's urging, the villagers had voluntarily formed patrols and patrolled the village at night.
But then, something changed.
The gates were smashed through, and dozens of calamities poured into the village.
They differed from the calamities of the past. Rather than "frightening," their appearance was better described as "mentally contaminating."
They were "hands" crawling rapidly across the ground.
The curse venom released by the "Hands" corroded the fae's skin and nerves. Even the Fang Clan, which possessed Mors resistance, was not spared.
The calamities slipped into houses and slaughtered the sleeping fae.
The village quickly descended