As if afraid he would dredge up old grievances, she carefully climbed onto the horse.
Once it had confirmed that everyone on its back was seated securely, Red Hare let out a long neigh and galloped toward the distant Golden Tree.
Everything they saw along the way was ruins.
Wildfires swayed in the wind of death, illuminating broken corpses.
The ground was continually splitting apart, and beneath the cracks, layers upon layers of the dead could vaguely be seen.
Wherever the horse's hooves passed, not even the faintest trace of civilization remained.
Just a few days ago, this place had possessed a fairly advanced magical civilization. Yet what lay before them now was enough to serve as the opening of an apocalypse movie.
Honestly.
The scene was unimaginable.
After all—
Only one day and one night had passed.
Artoria had only sent magical messages to a very small number of people. Red Hare had a whole pile of Holy Grails hanging from it and could be considered the foremost divine steed, but even it could not have spread the news to every fae's heart so quickly.
Yet even under such circumstances, the fae had begun slaughtering one another.
They formed factions, sincerely shared the methods of killing with family and friends, and committed genocide against other races...
"What an outrageous species."
Russell stood before the ruins and looked at the resplendent Golden Tree.
—Perhaps some strange spell had been triggered. The divine tree that had once truly existed now looked exactly like a pasted image, utterly nonexistent within the world.
Fortunately, who was Russell?
From the very beginning, he had linked his soul to a certain Hisui Piggy. Thus, even if it was merely a projection like a pasted image, he only had Fae Knight Lancelot watch the horse before