Her Highness Morgan, Targeted by Chaldea's Master

But when something happened to Melusine too, Morgan was truly, completely stunned.

In Morgan's mind, even if she made a move herself, taking down Melusine would not have been easy.

Even if something did happen to Melusine, it should never have turned into a situation like this.

Yet to her disbelief, Melusine had been captured in less than half a day.

And Morgan also could not figure out why Melusine had appeared somewhere completely contrary to her orders.

Morgan rubbed her brow with a headache, feeling for a moment as if a stifling breath were caught in her chest, wanting to burst out yet unable to.

Morgan took a deep breath, trying to force that suffocating feeling down.

She had thought that after a thousand years of tempering, she had long since become immune to every kind of unbelievable backstabbing and deadweight behavior from the fairies, but now that it had come to this, she realized she had still underestimated just how low "accidents" could sink.

Barghest's failure could still be understood on a tactical level, but Melusine's swift capture, especially her appearing in a completely wrong location, was no longer something that could be explained as a "mistake."

"A pack of useless trash who can't be propped up no matter what..." she cursed under her breath, her voice especially cold in the empty throne room.

Over the years, how much effort had she poured into the Fairy Kingdom? She had established laws, maintained balance, resisted foreign enemies, and even gone so far as to play the role of that fearsome witch.

But what was the result? All she had gotten in return was outward obedience and covert defiance, foolish infighting, and endless demands.

More and more, she felt her control over this land and the beings upon it slipping