Fairy Eyes

And so, in the dead of night, Morgan fell into deep thought.

"Although its size is unbelievably large,... it is not one's own body. Even if it can be wielded, it is not as powerful as one's own hands. If it were to fight, it might not be without a chance."

But... is Maha Pralaya?

Morgan chewed on this terrifying artifact, decreeing the banishment of all evil in this world, extending its reach to the entire Lostbelt...

"Hiss, Britain is made up of the corpses of those goblins. If all sins are judged, what would happen to my Britain if that guy struck with his sword...?"

Morgan thought of his own country, Britain, which, though seemingly Britain of earth and stone, was actually formed from the corpses of fairies.

So the question arises: in that being's eyes, were the earth and stones transformed from these sinful corpses good or evil?

Even with thousands of years of experience, Morgan was stumped by this question.

This is no joke. Although that guy is a unified entity, he's essentially just one person with a sword. If he were to drift to the coast of his own country like a message in a bottle and then see this island nation made up of the corpses of those grotesque fairies...

"The world... has become corrupt again."

Reciting such words, and then slashing down with a sword, wouldn't Britain evaporate?

"No, we have to deal with this unstable factor, and we must eliminate it decisively."

Morgan made a decision quickly, but then struggled with choosing a candidate.

She glanced at her knights; Lancelot wasn't loyal to her, and probably wouldn't want to go to a world outside the Lostbelt. If Gawain's world didn't have Lancelot, then she might very well...

As for Tristan... that's even more impossible.

Woodwose... he has enough strength, but that's all he has. Against Arjuna, who also only has strength but is far superior, that guy can't play much of a role.

And then there's the Queen Knight... never mind.

"Alas... even in Great Britain, there isn't a single capable person."

Morgan leaned back in her chair, feeling utterly helpless. In the end, she could only change into her battle dress and personally lead the army into battle.

Upon arriving in the India Lostbelt, Morgan sensed that the situation was even more bizarre than she had imagined. As a Magecraft who possessed True Magic ability called the Water Mirror, she naturally noticed it.

What do you mean this godforsaken place has even branching timelines?

So Morgan decisively chose to sit back and watch the fight, and the result brought her a long-lost sense of joy. Arjuna was dead, which was wonderful.

Morgan almost wanted to go over and award a medal to those who had defeated Arjuna, and then ask them, wherever they were, if they would consider joining her side, given the Britain- developed infrastructure and friendly people of her homeland.

But just then, a figure appeared beside Morgan.

The figure was ethereal; it was none other than Mara.

Mara knelt down on one knee before Morgan, his posture extremely humble.

"Welcome, foreign queen, to this beautiful world."

Morgan glanced at him coldly, her gaze, visible through a semi-transparent black veil, fixed on the man who had suddenly appeared before her, a look of disgust in her eyes.

"When did I allow you to appear before me, you vile demon?"

"Oh, beautiful Queen, seeing your arrival, I had no choice but to come before you. If you wish to judge my sins, please hear my story. After all, as a newcomer, you need someone to introduce you to this world."

Then, disregarding Mara 'Morgan wishes, and though she remained silent, Mara began to speak eloquently, like a storyteller:

"This world was originally ruled by a black god who judged the world with ruthless and cruel methods. Fortunately, a hero from outside came to help and worked together to defeat him. However, time has passed and the heroes of the past have become bound by their lust for power."

If you don't believe me, just look: he is about to seize the Fantasy Tree and become a king once more. He has embraced evil and made peace with the demon king; he is cunning and has tricked the gods out of their treasures; he has conspired with Chaldea, all for the purpose of destroying us.

Who doesn't know that wherever Chaldea goes, that world must perish?

If they were to seize the Fantasy Tree, I fear this world would have no future.

Mara spoke more fluently than he sang, and finally he stretched out his hand, in which appeared an incomparably dazzling crown. The gems shone brightly and exuded an alluring magic, so that anyone who looked at it once could not take their eyes off it.

"Today we are honored by the Queen's presence. Though we do not know whether you are good or evil, since you are here, we urge you to save this world. When the evildoers seize the tree, please use your swift and decisive power to kill them."

We are willing to serve you as our Lord.

Mara's words were full of sincerity, nine parts true and one part false.

"I see..."

Upon hearing this man's words, Morgan found herself sitting on a throne, propping her chin up with one hand and looking at Mara as if he were a court jester.

"Well, so be it." With a thought, eight azure spikes appeared around her, surging with immense power. In the next instant, the eight spikes pierced her body, yet not a drop of blood flowed.

A violent tearing sound blew into the air, and blood splattered like juice from a ripe watermelon bursting open, mixed with the sounds of a liver shattering and a spine snapping.

Once activated, this Magecraft involves piercing oneself, which will then emerge from the target's body, striking from an extremely long distance.

However, the Daichi that tasted blood was not the same land beneath Bai Mo's feet. Mara's eyes were filled with disbelief. He tried to reach out, but his arms had already been severed by the attack.

Eight azure spikes burst from his body, each adorned with fragments of his liver and intestines, dripping blood.

With a clatter, the dazzling crown in Mara's hand fell to the ground.

Why...?

"Why... judging from your courtier-like demeanor, you should know very well the consequences of lying and deception, especially when facing me. I have to admit, you should have done your best within the scope and time available to you."

Unfortunately...

Morgan opened her eyes, and those eyes stared at Mara. For a moment, Mara felt as if he had been stripped naked.

"Don't even try to wag your tongue and weave lies before the Eyes of the Fairies, you heretics."

With a swing of the staff, a brilliant blue light erupted, cleaving through the air like a sword, instantly severing Mara's head. In the end, Mara's eyes held no resentment or anger, only a hint of doubt.

Self-doubt.

In fact, when he was exposed, he only had one question in his mind.

Was it me, not Kama, who was incapable back then?

But he had no time to think further; a head had already fallen to the ground.