The Fang Clan's Chief

On the streets of Gloucester, strings of beautiful hair accessories Gilgamesh in the midday sun on the shelves of countless shops, immediately drawing Caster's attention.

Wow, this looks so good.

"They're pretty ordinary stuff, but they suit you quite well, country bumpkin." Bawan Xi looked at Caster, whose eyes were shining, and casually stuffed the entire shelf of hair accessories into her shopping bag.

"Keep wearing these from now on, until you come up with a decent outfit."

Watching Bavan Shi, who kept calling someone a country bumpkin but casually bought the hair accessory that Caster liked, Caster's lips twitched slightly as he whispered to Ritsuka:

What kind of behavior is this?

"That's just being tsundere. There are plenty of people like that in Chaldea. If you mind, you can put on that golden armor, and she definitely won't call you a country bumpkin then."

"Between mental illness and being a country girl, I'd choose to be a country girl. Ritsuka, why do I get the feeling you really want to see me in that outfit?"

"No way..." Ritsuka looked away; she couldn't admit that she wanted to see Artoria wearing Gilgamesh's clothes.

"Hey, keep up!"

As she waved, Bavan Shee directed everyone to a restaurant that looked quite upscale. As Morgan's beloved little princess, Bavan Shee was clearly not short of money. This restaurant had a distinctly Northern fairy style.

Although the North-South issue has always existed, Fairy loves all cultures because they are interesting.

"Fang Clan are everywhere, their eating habits are truly lavish." Caster looked at the Fang Clan around her, while Bawan Xi didn't care at all. Fairies were something she usually killed for fun.

If Bai Mo and Morgan hadn't asked her not to be too flamboyant, the person stewing in the soup at this restaurant today would be the restaurant owner.

But as Ritsuka sat down, all the Fang Clan turned their gazes toward her.

Bawan Shi frowned and shouted, "What are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

The Fang Clan fairies all shrank their heads. Seeing this, Bawan Xi grabbed the spoon beside him and walked over with a chilling smile.

"Alright, let's go to the private room upstairs."

Caster, leading Bavan Shi, who was preparing to perform the spoon-removing-eye-ball act, and the others, led them to the upper-level box. In the corridor, Bavan Shi said irritably:

"Why are you stopping me? Those guys, they actually didn't run away when they saw me? These aren't ordinary demons anymore, I have to deal with them hard!"

"So, normal fairies should run away when they see you? What do you do all day?"

As Caster pulled Bavan Shi back, he said with a serious expression, "Although it's supposed to be a relaxing time, don't forget we're not really here to have fun."

If Bai Mo and the others are exposed...

However, before Caster could finish speaking, the door to the private box next to him opened.

"There's no need to be so careful. Those fairies aren't like humans in Pan-Human History. They might do anything impulsively."

It's right to make them fear you. As for being exposed, you don't need to worry too much. I'm not as famous as you in the Fairy Britain, Caster."

Bai Mo sat inside and addressed the crowd, while on the other side stood a huge figure— Barghest.

"Come in and have a seat. You did the right thing, Bawan Shi. When dealing with wicked fairies, there's no need to hesitate."

Upon receiving the praise, a hint of pride appeared on Bawan Xi's face. If anyone else had dared to praise her, she would have simply ignored it. However, Bai Mo clearly had a close relationship with her mother, so she appreciated his praise.

Just as everyone was about to enter, a series of hurried footsteps came from the stairwell.

Where is that human? Up there?

A series of footsteps approached, and several robust fairies walked up, their eyes immediately drawn to Ritsuka.

"Haha, what a fine human! Hey you over there, is this guy your slave? If so, he's ours now."

The lead fairy pointed at Caster and casually handed her a bag of Morgan Pound.

Caster looked puzzled. "Why are you giving me scrap paper?"

"What are you talking about? This is the reward money. This human is ours now. Phew, it's been so long since we've seen such a handsome human. Slurp, hehehe, this is definitely enough to get by."

Mash slammed her shield to the ground, adopting a wary stance. The fairies were clearly surprised, not by Mash's power, but by the fact that Mash dared to resist.

Inside the room, Barghest's face was completely blackened, like coal.

I just went through all that trouble explaining that fairies aren't actually that hopeless, you lot...

Several fairies from the Fang Clan moved with remarkable order, as if they had been trained, and pounced on Mash. With a thud, they all fell to the ground.

"Ahhh, my legs, my legs!"

Looking back, all she could see were the legs still standing on the ground, in their original positions. Behind them, Bai Mo flicked her fingers, as if preparing to flick away some dirt.

"You said... we need to hand over a report? To whom?"

Bai Mo, a playful smile on his face, walked step by step towards the demons. The demons' faces showed fear, and they cried out in unison, begging for mercy. "No, no, no, don't kill us, we are..."

As soon as he finished speaking, an ancient and powerful aura swept up from downstairs, like a hurricane in the sky. Bai Mo did not turn around and took a step forward.

Like a drumbeat, the Storm was extinguished like a flame.

"Britain has such a master? From the North?"

A tall figure slowly emerged from the stairs, his posture upright, with a gray wolf's head, yet he wore a suit. The suit was meticulously tailored, completely at odds with his wild nature.

"Lord Woodwose, help!"

Upon seeing the newcomers, the goblins shouted at the top of their lungs. Caster's face turned deathly pale instantly, and in that instant, the memory of his homeland turning into a sea of fire resurfaced.

The familiar fairies perished in the flames, while the figures of true power stood tall amidst the inferno.

"Are these your men?"

A relaxed voice rang out, and Bai Mo raised his head to look at the guy in front of him. This was Woodwose, the chief of the Fang Clan, who was currently Britain's main fighting force and was locked in a fierce battle with the northern army.

But at this moment, everyone's eyes, whether downstairs or upstairs, were fixed on the human standing in front of Woodwose.

Bai Mo looked like he was about to confront Woodwose, Woodwose was staring back at this human who showed no fear of him whatsoever.

"Humans?"

Woodwose sniffed, a hint of doubt in his voice. But then, seeing the goblins and severed limbs on the ground, a slight anger crossed his face.

"A bunch of good-for-nothings. I only gave you a job because you were once the Queen's knights, and now this is all you've got?"

Then, he looked down at Bai Mo, a hint of coldness and seriousness flashing in his icy eyes.

Bai Mo was somewhat surprised. He had only intended to give Barghest a heads-up, but he hadn't expected to witness the conspiracy just now, and now he had run into two important figures in the conspiracy.