"The Fallen Monster"

"A fairy?! That thing's a fairy?!"

"Impossible!"

"How could that be...!?"

On the gray earth of the 59th Floor's wasteland, Ais's words threw everyone into an uproar.

Riveria Ljos Alf, Lefiya Viridis, and Alicia in particular went pale. They could hardly believe their ears.

Fairies and elves were different races, but both were long-lived peoples of the Lower World, and both were born with an affinity for magic. They were two of the Lower World's most celebrated races.

Elves were loyal, pure, beautiful, and unblemished.

Fairies were sacred, mysterious, holy, and noble.

The two had much in common. In ancient times, heroes had followed the guidance of fairies to drive the monsters ravaging the surface back into the Dungeon. Gods, too, had entrusted fairies with their will and had them carry it out. Elves therefore held fairies in the highest regard. To those proud elves, dwarves were crude, beastfolk savage, Amazons wanton, humans contemptible, and pallums weak. Only fairies were noble beings worthy of respect.

Fairies and elves had always been close. Many reclusive Great Fairies had even chosen to settle near elven communities, far from the world. The two peoples had long since become inseparable.

Riveria Ljos Alf, Lefiya Viridis, Alicia, and the others had all met fairies—more than one.

The fairies they had known were gentle, pure, and kind.

And now Ais was telling them that this ominous, deranged, evil thing before them was a fairy? How could they believe it?

Ais did not want to believe it either. But the blood in her veins told her it was a fairy.

The creature had a massive monster's lower body and the upper body of a woman in gaudy clothes, as though she had forgotten what she was meant to look like. The eerie sanctity about her mingled with