The Clan Bells

In New Darlington, the Fairy Knight Gawain departed, having sworn never to reveal Morgan's information, leaving with endless worries in his heart.

"Your Majesty Morgan, are you no longer going to protect the fairies here?"

Barghest kept recalling Morgan's last words:

"I have returned to save Britain, but fairies are not within my purview. This may be unacceptable to you. If you wish to raise the sword of rebellion against me now, that would be perfectly reasonable."

But no matter what you do, my decision will not change. The new Britain, a land without fairies.

Barghest, if you wish to serve under me, you will remain my knight; if not, return to your Manchester fiefdom and struggle there."

The Winter Queen's words were merciless, causing this top-tier fairy warrior from the Fairy Britain, who had spontaneously protected the weak fairy knight, to return empty-handed.

What should I do? I've always been guided by His Majesty. I'm skilled in military campaigns and battlefield combat, but I have little confidence in governing a country, and...

"Alas, Her Majesty Morgan is disappointed by this betrayal, isn't she? I must prove to her that there are still fairies loyal to her. Your Majesty, please wait a moment..."

Barghest muttered to himself, while on the high walls of New Darlington in the distance, Bai Mo and Morgan watched the departing figure of the Fairy Knight Gawain, and everyone felt a little sorry for the knight.

"Barghest is still too young and doesn't understand the nature of fairies at all. Fairies are not creatures that learn from their mistakes. The fairies in Manchester just think she's playing a game."

How tragic, the real Calamity is far kinder than the inhabitants of this place.

Morgan shook his head and said, while Bai Mo looked puzzled and asked Morgan, "Calamity?"

"Yes, Barghest herself is the embodiment of Calamity. If it weren't for the existence of the Fairy Knight Lancelot in this world, she might even have transformed into the Beast."

Its own power is strong enough that it does not need Gawain's title. I gave it a title only to suppress its true nature, the nature of the Calamity of the Beast.

But this isn't a long-term solution; we can only manage to keep going until that day comes... then I'll take care of it.

Upon hearing Morgan's explanation, Bai Mo frowned slightly and sighed deeply.

"This Lostbelt is truly hopeless."

"Yes, hope... is something very precious here."

Barghest and her troops marched into the distance as the sun set. They seemed to be chasing the setting sun, but those who stand on the Daichi cannot touch the distant sunlight; all they get is a cold, dark night.

"We finally have a place to call a base. Back in Chaldea, you said the plan could only be formulated after we got to the Fairy Britain and learned the specifics. Is that alright now?"

Morgan nodded.

"Come with me."

In a room filled with high heels, which looks like an artist's showroom, there is a large, fiery red bed in the center of the room, seemingly covered with roses.

Morgan sat at a nearby table and spread a map on it.

"The Fantasy Tree withered thousands of years ago. There are currently two methods: one is to use my [Water Mirror] to travel directly to the past, to a time before the Fantasy Tree withered."

In the Strongman Space, Bai Wunan let out a sigh of relief mixed with a touch of helplessness.

"What about the other one? It's best not to act on timing unless absolutely necessary."

"Yes, the second one is more complicated." Morgan pointed to the map, which marked six locations, and explained in a low voice:

"Among the Six Great Clans of the Fairy Britain, there is a bell. Ringing all of them completes a pilgrimage. These six bells are deeply connected to this world. If we use them as anchor points, and combine them with the magic I have in the Camelot Throne, we can temporarily replace the function of the Fantasy Tree."

This requires another pilgrimage, and a trip to Sheffield, where the city walls are made from the bark of the Fantasy Tree, which will be recycled for materials.

"Then let's make this pilgrimage our goal for now. All we need to do is take these six cities and then seize the Pilgrimage Bell." When Morgan mentioned the word "pilgrimage," a long-lost glint of light appeared in his eyes.

"So how do you plan to deal with all the fairies here? Although, as you say, most of the beings here are indeed scoundrels, there are still beings like Barghest."

Morgan's eyes flickered as he thought of Ba Wanshi and the little fairy who had embarked on the journey with him.

"There are some, but it's basically like finding Dahai. You don't need to worry about it. Even if a few innocent people are wrongly killed, that's my sin."

"Your affairs are my affairs. I came here because I agreed to your request, and your current actions are also because of me. Otherwise, you would still be sitting on Camelot's throne."

Bai Mo tapped Morgan on the head with his finger, and then the Gate of Babylon flickered, revealing a burning sword.

"This is..."

"This is the sword of Kalki, which was seized when we were in India. Its power is to judge good and evil and to restart the cycle Yuga rebirth. Although Arjuna has taken away most of the power, it can still be used to distinguish between good and evil."

"Let's use this. You've been in this world for so long, you must have had companions, right? It would be terrible if we killed them unjustly."

Bai Mo handed the sword to Morgan. Morgan lightly touched the blade to sense its power and authority. After a while, she nodded.

"I remember everything you've done. I'll adjust the scope of my judgment, and then..."

We'll set off tomorrow. Calamity is about to erupt in Norwich, not far away. After we deal with it, we'll retrieve the Bell of Norwich. Get a good rest tonight, Bai Mo. "

"Yes, you too." Bai Mo turned to leave, but Morgan spoke up:

"Where are you going? There's only this one bed in the entire mansion."

"Ha?"

"After all, Ba Wanshi doesn't have a good attitude towards fairies, so preparing a bed or anything like that is out of the question. And don't you want to know? About some other things, if you stay here tonight, at least I can tell you about Beryl."

Morgan smiled triumphantly, removed her veil, and sat on the rose-colored bed.

Bai Mo took her chair, and with a wave of his hand, a tea set filled with tea appeared on the bedside table and the table. Seeing this, a hint of regret flashed in Morgan's eyes.