Odds of Winning

When the Authority of magecraft, bearing an Eastern-style spatial spell, descended upon the royal city of Camelot from a rift in space at unbelievable speed, something inconceivable happened before Morgan's faction.

"What is this?!" Baobhan Sith, bearing the Spirit Origin of Tristan, Knight of the Round Table from Pan-Human History, widened her eyes, unable to believe what she was seeing.

Blue magical Authority, carrying strange tadpole-like runes, drifted across all of Camelot like floating wisps.

Before they had time to react, within the range of her fairy senses and Fairy Eyes, the hundreds of thousands of humans throughout the city abruptly vanished.

Essentially a weak Blood Fairy, Baobhan Sith's strength had largely been raised by her adoptive mother, Morgan.

As for her knowledge and command of magecraft, let alone compared to ordinary fairies in the Fairy Kingdom, she was likely inferior even to a mage of the lowest rank in the Clock Tower, one of the branches of the Mage's Association in Pan-Human History.

Thus, she could not understand what had happened—but not understanding it did not stop her from knowing that it was an enemy spell.

Under the effect of that terrifying spell, every human in the city had vanished directly before their eyes.

What horrified her even more was...

that her adoptive mother Morgan, as well as their summoned ally...

Scathach-Skadi, King of the Norse Lostbelt and the last and strongest of the Aesir, had also been unable to react or respond to the enemy's spell.

Upon realizing this, a shadow involuntarily rose in Baobhan Sith's heart.

Could their Fairy Kingdom truly defeat such a terrifying enemy?

"Baobhan Sith, who cares what this is? As long as the enemy has invaded, we just fight!"

Unlike Baobhan Sith, who felt a measure of fear, Barghest, one of the Three