Chapter 898

I would be so grateful if you could help me get a new one...

Here it comes, here it comes, I'll go get it right now...

Before the Earth Clan could jump into the river, Shirou appeared behind him and slammed down with his iron fist.

"Commander!"

The beaten fairy clutched her head, her eyes instantly becoming clear.

What... just happened to me?

"That should make it clear."

Shirou said, "This river, like the Nameless Forest, is a curse left behind by the Great Fairy."

"This will manifest a phantom image of the treasure that this person desires in the river; whoever tries to take it will be dragged underwater and killed."

Everyone, go ahead and don't believe anything floating in the river... Artoria! What are you doing?!

The Child of Prophecy was lying on the riverbank, trying to catch something floating by with his hands.

Shirou rushed over and pulled her out of the water before she fell in.

It's surprising that even Artoria couldn't resist Dracae's allure, let alone the fairies of the Nameless Forest.

Shirou had originally planned to use force to create footholds to cross the river, but now it seems he can only proceed step by step to build the bridge.

The construction of the bridge took a whole day, most of which was spent collecting materials.

When the group members piled the collected materials near the river, Shirou and Artoria together activated earth Magecraft and completed the bridge repair.

"Well done, Artoria."

Shirou looked at the Paradise Fae beside him.

Artoria retrieved from the river earlier appears to be a hair ornament.

Is that what she truly desires?

Hmm... I'll try making it next time I have time.

"It's nothing, I was just being careless. I'm sorry."

Artoria misunderstood Shirou's gaze and apologized.

Shirou deliberately didn't correct her, but just chuckled and patted her head, hat and all.

"Wait!? My hat's about to fall off! By the way, Shirou, do you sometimes treat me like a child?!"

The blonde girl hurriedly pressed down on her hat, revealing a displeased expression.

"Your lips are turned up really high."

After Shirou pointed this out, the Paradise Fae quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

"How could this be... wait, Shirou isn't lying!?"

Artoria blinked her Fae Eyes, then puffed out her cheeks angrily.

Stop staring at me!

Shirou laughed and said, "It's rare to see such a vivid expression on this face. You're really cute, Artoria."

"Varied...!!!"

Artoria's cheeks flushed bright red.

Although Shirou's statement was somewhat frivolous, it was the truth.

Whether it's the Goddess of the End, the Black Holy Lance, or Morgan now, none of them are good at expressing emotions.

Artoria, on the other hand, is quite different, which is why she seems all the more endearing.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

In Camelot's throne room, the Queen had summoned the clan chiefs and officials of the Six Great Clans for an audience.

Spriggan, the chieftain of the Earth Clan and also the lord of Norwich, reported the current situation in Norwich to the Queen.

The Calamity Accumulation will reach a critical point within days.

At that point, the entire city could be swallowed up by the rampaging Mors.

His decision not to evacuate was certainly not because "the captain was unwilling to abandon the sinking ship."

Rather, Spriggan had absolute confidence that the Vault Castle he built was impregnable.

Even if the city disappears, one's life safety and accumulated wealth will not be lost in the slightest.

Woodwose was very dissatisfied with his selfish attitude and proposed to the Queen to strengthen the military in order to deal with the recently active resistance group calling itself the "Round Table Army".

Of all the clan chiefs present, only Aurora showed sympathy for the inhabitants of Norwich, pleading with the Queen to send troops to aid them and avert the calamity.

Just as tensions were rising in the throne room, the familiar sound of high heels approaching grew louder.

"...!!"

For Camelot's officials, it was the sound of Death God etched into their very bones.

The Fae Knight Tristan... she's here!

"Why are you all looking so gloomy? Can't you all smile in front of Mother? Hahahaha!"

"..."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Faerie Knight, dressed in a magnificent Western-style dress, made his appearance.

Morgan: "..."

The Queen's gaze pierced through the veil and finally settled on the collar binding Tristan's neck.

"What are you looking at? Are you envious?"

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"...?"

Morgan, seated on the throne, paused for a moment.

Looking at Tristan again, he realized that she wasn't speaking to him, but to the goblin officials beside her.

Rumors have reached Camelot that the Child of the Queen lost to the Child of Prophecy in Gloucester and has become a human slave.

The nobles of the capital were initially skeptical, but when they saw the collar worn by the Faerie Knight, they immediately understood that it was no rumor.

The Child of Prophecy of Prophecy has actually appeared! And he's even defeated that Fae Knight Tristan!!!

The officials' wavering was understandable.

On the other hand, Tristan seemed to misunderstand the goblins' bewildered and shocked expressions.

No matter how much I look at it, I'm not giving this to you.

The Faerie Knight absentmindedly stroked the red collar around his neck while warily scanning the throne room.

"..."

The fairies couldn't understand the meaning of those words for a moment.

"Hmm, why is everyone so quiet? Isn't all that noise your job?"

If you can't even do this, you might as well not live.

"Does everyone want to become bait for my strings right now?"

"!"

The officials shuddered at the words and raised their arms in a shout.

"Oh, oh, oh, Fae Knight Tristan! A warm welcome to you!"

Truly a knight among knights who protect Britain! The beloved daughter of Her Majesty the Great Queen!

The only one in Britain to have inherited His Majesty's Magecraft! This collar perfectly complements your beautiful figure!

Tristan smiled broadly.

"Hmph, that's more like it. If you put in the effort, you can definitely do it."

Morgan: "..."

"Oh my, what a beautifully designed collar... Lord Tristan, was it a gift from a human?"

Aurora said with a smile.

Normally, Tristan wouldn't have paid any attention to this woman's fake smile, but she was in a very good mood today.

"That's right, exactly. You have good taste... But I won't give it to you, you're not good enough for it."

"Hehe... that's a real shame," Aurora said, narrowing her eyes and covering her lips.

Morgan: "..."

At this point, Woodwose, who had been silent all along, finally lost his temper.

"Tristan! Don't you have anything more important to say?"

The red-haired girl frowned. "What do you mean, you stinky dog?"

Woodwose said, "To be the daughter of His Majesty Morgan, to lose in front of everyone to a lowly country goblin..."

You've even been reduced to having humans wear that kind of thing! Shouldn't you apologize to His Majesty?

"Huh? I'm here now."

"Is this the attitude of a convicted criminal?! How dare you shamelessly flaunt a human collar in Camelot! Get your facts straight!"

"Shut up, you stinky dog, what's wrong with you today... If you bark again, I'll cut off your feet."

"It's been months since I've chopped off a fairy's feet, my skills have gotten rusty, I'll use you as practice."

"Both sides should shut up."

Morgan interrupted their argument, "Although I've already heard the gist of the matter from Muryan..."

Tristan, report back to me the details.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Tristan lowered his head and began to explain to his mother his duel with Artoria.

Shirou is currently traveling with the fairies of the Nameless Forest.

He formed a touring Theater Company that toured Britain, and among them was a blonde girl who looked about 16 years old.

Tristan lost to her at the Gloucester auction.

"However, I didn't use the Faerie Knight power bestowed upon me by His Majesty; I simply lost the Magecraft duel."

If I get serious, those country girls are nothing to fear...

"Wait a moment."

Woodwose said, "Tristan, are you suggesting... that goblin is the Child of Prophecy?"

Tristan blinked. "Yes, she can use Magecraft, just like Mother and me."

Woodwose said, "The Child of Prophecy is nothing but the ravings of Ainsel! There is no true King of Britain but His Majesty Morgan!"

How could she believe rumors like a lowly fairy! As Faerie Knight, even if she's just an adopted daughter, she's utterly shameless!

"You bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

Tristan's fingertips produced strings, Spriggan stopped her.

"No, no, Lord Tristan! It's understandable that Lord Woodwose would be annoyed."

The mention of the Child of Prophecy immediately brings to mind the Tintagel incident.

It was that seaside village where the Child of Prophecy was hidden, and the one who burned down that village was none other than Lord Woodwose.

Although Tintagel was destroyed, the most crucial Child of Prophecy escaped.