Morgan: My Consort, Stop Resisting. Let Me Collect a Little Magic Tax from You! 1W4 (Continued)

What kind of astonishing human was the Miraculous Forger her mother was about to summon?

Although the fairies had also regained their memories after the instance ended, most of them had not actually participated in the battle against the instance challengers.

Because their queen had been the first to rush forward and throw herself away.

And with the Miraculous Forger holding the queen hostage to command the vassals, the other fairies naturally did not dare rashly leave the Sixth Lostbelt.

So aside from Morgan, none of the other fairies had any particularly direct impression of that legendary "Miraculous Forger." They did not even know his true name.

Yet those miraculous props that had endlessly flooded the instance announcements, each with effects more outrageous than the last, had left an indelible shock... or rather, psychological trauma, on every fairy.

Just thinking about having to face challengers wielding such cheat-like items was enough to ruin anyone's mood, wasn't it?

That suffocating sense of despair still hung over the fairies' hearts even after they had left the instance.

Several enormous water mirrors floated before Morgan, though the water-mirror magecraft had not yet officially activated.

Morgan had employed Great Magic connected to Britain's entire network of ley lines. The instant Chen Li descended, she would display his arrival before every fairy in the entire Sixth Lostbelt without reservation.

It was also a silent declaration—he is mine!

Morgan believed that the Paradise Fairy who had clung to Chen Li in the instance like chewing gum, that village girl, had to be staring at the currently empty image in the water mirrors as well, hadn't she?

At that thought, the corner of Morgan's glossed lips curled upward into a pleased smile.

You mocked me in the instance for being an old woman too proud to lower