The young girl looked slightly dazed.
The man extended his hand, and a crystalline mass floated above his palm.
What was that?!!
Even Artoria was stunned. She had no idea what that thing was.
"Spirit Origin: Chen Gong, Altered (1.0)."
The man who had always made her feel as though she stood before the gates of Hell said something that seemed utterly out of place.
"Huh?"
"Wasn't Ning a World-Ending God? Why had he stopped now—"
Artoria was instantly at a loss.
Of course, I'm planning to use the fairies as farm crops.
Russell thought.
But he obviously could not put it that way.
So, he merely smiled and brought up another legend.
"Abraham prayed to God and interceded for the people, saying that if there were fifty righteous men in the city, would God destroy them? God said, no.
"He gradually bargained down from fifty to forty-five, then forty, thirty, twenty, and finally ten.
"He said, 'God, if there are ten righteous men in this city, will You destroy it?' He prayed urgently, interceding earnestly for the people of that city.
"God said that if there were ten righteous men in the city, He absolutely would not destroy them."
He spoke of the second myth.
"Though Fae Country is rotten, it does not seem so hopeless that it lacks even ten righteous individuals."
"Destroying it outright would not seem to accord with proper law, would it?"
"During the time to come, I will not personally join the battle. I will only send out my hounds."
"Since you say there are righteous fairies in this world, then take this method and act. If you can unite as one and repel my hounds, then victory will be yours."
The Melter seemed exceptionally humane, offering them a warm choice.
...If one ignored