"Kelpie, why would you do something like this!?"
Robin looked at the familiar Great Fairy, unable to stop herself from standing and shouting up at the sky in accusation.
"Don't you care about your territory anymore? Don't you care about the fairies in your territory?"
"Roaaar—"
The only response Robin received was an enraged roar.
"There probably isn't any point in negotiating with that thing now, Miss Robin. Can your magecraft help create an area where Mash and Mr. Pindo can fight for the time being?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka asked Robin with a grave expression.
Robin lowered her head and fell silent.
Kelpie's roar was deafening. Waves had already begun to rise throughout the Fairy Realm.
Pindo had already risen without hesitation, light appearing along the silver sword in his hand.
Fairy Realm.
The human world.
Life.
Banshee.
Robin gradually clenched her fists.
"That guy Anno said it, didn't he—" A tremendous surge of magical power suddenly erupted from her body. She raised her head and looked toward the sky.
"He said to do what I wanted to do."
Robin pressed one hand against the boat that had transformed from her wand.
Just as had been said before, she was strong—a strong fairy.
Though she sometimes wailed about being weak, about being some frail little fairy, Robin's true strength was—exceptional.
This was already near the center of the Fairy Realm. Countless supposedly "powerful" fairies lived here, yet they had either died in songs of mourning or been swallowed by the floodwaters.
Robin was undoubtedly strong. It was simply that she usually acted as though nothing mattered.
But now, she had finally gotten serious.
There was no other reason for it, only anger—or perhaps sorrow as well.
"All I want right now is to drag that bastard up there down and carve