That had happened before Anno became a legend of Britain.
At that time, Anno had not even entered Britain or become a knight.
He was merely a young man who had, through a twist of fate, struck a so-called "deal" with Merlin and Viviane, the Lady of the Lake.
Merlin had directly thrown him into the Fairy Realm, with only one objective: to "survive" among these fairies.
Simply survive.
And what did Anno have to rely on when he entered the Fairy Realm?
The Treasure Armor Viviane had given him was indeed sturdy, but such powerful mystic attire usually depended heavily on its wearer's strength. If the wearer was not strong enough, they could only bring out a small fraction of the attire's power.
And unfortunately, Anno at that time was not particularly strong.
He entered the Fairy Realm and witnessed fairies crossing the boundaries between worlds to enter the human world, preying upon humans, even raising them like livestock. Rather than eating them, they treated them as toys to be played with.
Anno had no memories of the past. He was a Thread of the Root that had only just returned, an ignorant fool who knew nothing. All he possessed was the most basic understanding, and even his judgment was terribly vague.
Yet even Anno, as he was then, gave rise to an emotion from the depths of his heart.
Anger.
Anger toward these fairies.
He picked up the sword Merlin had given him. It was merely an ordinary sword, one of somewhat poor quality, but it could still harm fairies.
This was the beginning of Anno as a "human"—a beginning born from anger, compassion, and profound sorrow.
Anno, sword in hand, was stronger than anyone had imagined.
Ordinary goblins could not stop him and were simply cleaved in