A Conversation with Oberon

After all, this Lostbelt was basically already rotten beyond saving. It simply had no value worth saving.

Especially the miserable state of those humans—it would absolutely ensure that the man before him would not have the slightest thought of saving the Fairy Kingdom!

Thinking of this, Oberon Vortigern's heart truly calmed down.

It couldn't be helped. From a mystical perspective, the British Red Dragon had always been Great Britain's savior.

Now.

The Eastern man's appearance proved that he had come from beyond this world.

The miserable state of the humans in this Lostbelt would absolutely leave this fellow with no sympathy whatsoever for the Fairy Kingdom.

In that case, the fellow before him was his best possible partner.

Having reached that conclusion.

Oberon Vortigern greeted him first with a beaming smile:

"Hello, unfamiliar human. I am Oberon, Oberon the King of Fairies."

"Though I am merely a King of Fairies in name, I still welcome you to Fairy Britain."

Miraculously, it was the first time Oberon had not told a lie when facing a stranger.

After all, because he had fused with the Saint Graph of Oberon, the Fairy King from Proper Human History.

While possessing the skill "A Midsummer Night's Dream" had granted him the power of a dream domain.

It had also turned him into the incarnation of lies.

No matter what he said, it had to be a lie first.

It couldn't be helped. In Shakespeare's plays, in human history... his words and actions had been branded with the label, "Everything he does is a lie."

That point had left him utterly baffled.

And in his room's drawer.

He had hidden many letters already written and smeared with poison, intended to be sent to Shakespeare.

However, after seeing that the possibility of destroying Britain had truly appeared