Grimr

"Yo, finally we meet, everyone! I've been waiting for you so long... although there are much more of you than I expected."

Grimr waved to everyone, and Ritsuka was the first to get off the carriage and greet him. Cú Chulainn was the Servant who had helped her back in Fuyuki, and to Ritsuka, he had always been a very reliable older brother figure.

Bai Mo didn't rush forward; instead, he said something to the Chaldea:

"Contact Skadi and confirm this guy's identity."

Upon learning the name and sensing this connection, Bai Mo could basically confirm the identity of the person before him. Grimr was the name of an avatar that Odin had once used, and coupled with the divinity emanating from him, it was almost certain that the person before him was Odin from Northern Europe mythology.

But if you want to confirm this specifically, it's best to find someone who knows Odin.

On the other side, Grimr, whose hearing was clearly excellent, moved with the agility of a Lancer and suddenly pounced on Bai Mo's side.

"No, no, no, that has nothing to do with me. I was just temporarily called in to fill in for someone, killing time fishing in Orkney. Odin has long since disappeared."

Clearly, Cú Chulainn knew all too well how troublesome it was to get involved in women's feuds. And the thought of Skadi desperately holding up the Scandinavian Lostbelt made him worry about what would happen if she knew Odin still had the power to spare...

It's hard to guarantee that she won't take her anger out on herself.

"Covering up?" Bai Mo asked doubtfully, while Grimr looked helpless.

"Yeah, I guess that guy didn't want to just wait here. Seriously, Heroic Spirit are like bricks, you can move them wherever you need them."

"No wonder, he used to look like a boy... Wait, you mean, that 14-year-old fairy boy actually had an old man's soul inside him?"

Morgan felt as if he had been electrocuted, and an extremely bad expression appeared on his face. Habetrot, on the other hand, stood motionless on the ground as if he had been petrified.

"And he also had at least three wives and several mistresses."

Bai Mo suddenly added a sentence, and Morgan slapped himself in the face. It was rare for anything to make the icy Morgan show such emotional turmoil.

Caster: "That looks terrible."

Tristan: "After all, Odin might call me 'sister' in the form of a fourteen-year-old fairy boy..."

Morgan: "Shut up, Tristan!"

As Morgan sighed and rubbed his forehead, Bai Mo asked with some confusion:

"And what about Odin? He just dumped this on you and went back."

"Yes, even the memories that remained of that guy were very vague, as if he was splitting his mind in two. After I came here, I still had to spend a year learning about Britain, mainly exploring its history."

Since we can't get any information out of them, there's nothing we can do.

Setting the matter aside for the time being, everyone looked towards the other side of the sea. Orkney was a relatively nearby island, but they still had to cross the sea. Standing on the shore of the Sea at the End, everyone stopped in their tracks.

"What is that?"

On Britain northernmost island of Orkney, a soft light enveloped it, like a stage curtain.

"This thing doesn't look right at all, Morgan. Is it some kind of Magecraft?"

Bai Mo asked Morgan beside him, and Morgan shook his head and then nodded.

"Yes and no. It's a self-developed Magecraft that also incorporates some other spells. The technique is crude, but it's very large in scale, covering almost the entire Orkney."

Its function is to create some kind of otherworld; as for what type of otherworld it is and what its effects are, you'll have to go inside to find out.

Bai Mo released his senses, but as expected, he couldn't enter. He looked at Grimr; this guy had been here for so long, he should know something by now.

"This thing wasn't there when I first arrived; it seems to have only appeared recently. Judging by the timing... it should have been around the time the Queen left the Lostbelt."

I had entered once before; it seemed to contain only some undead, but you'd only know what was inside once you went in.

"That's true, there's nothing we can do but wait here. You guys wait here, and I..."

"No, buddy. The condition for unlocking the ice coffin that seals Mash is Ritsuka's touch. If you try to break it with external force, the end result will only be Mash and the ice shattering into pieces."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo stopped insisting. He turned around and told the others to follow closely, then stretched out his foot and stepped onto the sea. The sea froze, turning into an icy road that stretched forward.

As they entered the mist, it was as if someone had veiled the sun with a thin gauze, casting a shadow over everything around them. Footsteps could be heard from time to time, suggesting that there were many other people walking around besides Bai Mo and his group.

Bai Mo could feel the arms holding him tighten even more. Looking down, he saw Melusine looking like a little girl entering a haunted house, and he could even feel her accelerated heartbeat on his wrist.

"If you're scared, you can stay outside like Redra Bitt..."

"N-No, that's not true. I'm not afraid of mere ghosts. I'm the strongest dragon! It's just... this place feels so eerie."

Melusine's face practically screamed fear; she looked around like a frightened little animal. Morgan, on the other hand, stared at the wreckage beneath his feet, his eyes filled with a complex expression.

The further in you go, the clearer the footsteps become, and you can even see distinct dark figures moving around.

Ritsuka: "These aren't the spirits of Orkney, are they?"

"No."

Morgan explained, "The Rain Clan of yesteryear has been completely wiped out, killed by the combined forces of the four great clans. The bodies of all the fairies have been destroyed, making it impossible for them to even produce a second generation."

The words "extinction of the race" came to mind.

"Why is this happening? What crime has the Rain Clan committed?"

"Crime?" Morgan murmured the word, a hint of mockery and sorrow in his voice. "They were killed because they were going to atone for their sins. Fairies who wanted to confront their original sin were ultimately killed by fairies who refused to atone."

The Rain Clan... is a very kind and idyllic people, like something out of a pastoral idyll... But there's no point in saying all this now, we've arrived."

The group arrived at the Bell Ringing Hall in Orkney. Unlike when they walked down the street, the hall was now filled with rows of undead, dressed in armor that looked as if it had been pulled from a pile of corpses, and carrying tattered weapons, guarding the Bell Ringing Hall.

"Looks like this is the real welcoming ceremony."