[Die!]
[Resentment!]
[You're next——]
[She is related to that Queen. Kill her, no! Torture her!]
[Queen... Queen... Hahahaha...]
[Don't! I beg you! I will bring prosperity to the village!]
[Who am I? Ah... Ah!!]
[Priestess... Priestess...]
[It's the God! The God deceived us! So kill the God, and build a new Britain on the God's remains.]
[Retribution, it's all retribution!]
Whether it was resentment, sorrow, anger, or jealousy, a tangled mess of negative emotions was transmitted directly into his ears. It seemed the island had found a second person to confide in, or perhaps the island had found someone who could change all this. Those emotions accumulated over 14,000 years flooded into his mind just like that.
If not for the special connection Aslan already had with this island itself, such negative emotions would probably have driven him mad directly. However, even so, it felt like he had been smashed into a pool of sludge, unable to break free for a while.
And the sludge in that mire was constantly pouring into his seven orifices, making his head spin. Under such negative circumstances, Aslan could only choose to lean against a tree beside him, supporting his head with his hand, barely maintaining a few shreds of sobriety to ensure that if someone attacked him, he could subconsciously fight back.
However, to some extent, in this world, Aslan's current bloodline could also be considered a high-ranking fairy. But it is precisely such fairies who, after death, would surely turn into even more land for this island.
That's right. This British Isle, which looked unknown times larger than in the normal world, was essentially piled up from the corpses of gods and fairies over this period of 14,000 years. The southern fairies relied on the body of the Horned God (Cernunnos), and the northern fairies relied on the corpse of the Dragon. But compared to the northern fairies, the southern fairies' practice of using the God's body as land...
As long as this matter surfaced in his memory, Aslan had an urge to vomit.
A pair of blue leather shoes and a pale blue cape appeared in front of Aslan. A pair of bright butterfly wings could also be seen. One would assume it must be an innocent and cute little prince-like character. However, the words that next entered his ears were completely different from the imagination of this first impression.
"How is it? You can smell the disgusting aura emitting from this island from the inside out, right? It's truly disgusting to the extreme. Even so, that would-be Queen still maintains the rule and stability of this island. She's a fool, right? What do you think of such a Fairy Kingdom? But having said that..."
This figure appearing in front of Aslan supported his chin with his hand and raised his eyebrows slightly. "Someone who can shoulder the same duty as me has appeared, hahahaha!!! It's really exciting enough to make me want to vomit! Take a good look at this world, and then struggle to your heart's content."
Aslan had not yet taken up the name belonging to his father, so he had not yet thoroughly shouldered the task of destroying Britain like him. Therefore, this existence that suddenly appeared would not place Aslan in the position of his companion for the time being. Perhaps from the mouth of this existence that suddenly appeared, you would even hear the phrase, "Companion, what a disgusting vocabulary."
However, this fairy—let's call him a fairy for now—who turned to leave believed that the existence before him, who had appeared outside his temporary territory for unknown reasons and possibly inherited that name just like him, would definitely make the same choice as him after seeing all of this Britain.
But not now, it is not the time yet...
Wanting to destroy this Britain where fairies are everywhere is not an easy task.
However, after the development of such long years, with the emergence of various ambitious people, and based on the sins once committed by these fairies, everything was finally about to meet its end. Perhaps there was no need to wait for the Child of Prophecy to complete her pilgrimage. Perhaps this beautiful scene, which was gold and jade on the outside but rotten on the inside, would soon be torn apart.
Thinking of that scene, he genuinely didn't want to make any disguise or concealment; he wanted to laugh heartily!
Aslan frowned slightly. He roughly understood who had appeared in front of him. But before adapting to this world, the current him tried not to move as much as possible. To be honest, even without touring this world, Aslan would not doubt his past memories. Moreover, those negative memories were already enough to make Aslan feel disgusted.
Leaving aside the matter of Queen Morgan of this world for now, let's first recount the sins committed by the fairies in the ancient past.
In the year 12,000 of the Fairy Calendar, the Six Great Fairies (A-Rei) who were supposed to forge the Holy Sword against the Vanguard of the Umbral Star (Sefar) did not forge the Holy Sword but only cared about playing. Consequently, the world's civilization was destroyed, and the surface turned into a Sea of Nothingness.
The fairies felt troubled and reached a consensus internally: It's all the fault of the Beast God (Cernunnos) for not reminding us.
The fairies deceived the God and killed him, then used the God's corpse as land to live on. Afterward, the fairies used their own corpses to constantly expand the land. The surviving Priestess of the Beast God (the only remaining human) was used as a mold; her body was constantly cut to produce humans. "Humans" belonging to this world, without reproductive capabilities, were born.
In the year 6,000 of the Fairy Calendar, the "Spring War" broke out. The fairies' land expanded constantly, and its forefront reached the vicinity of Manchester, encountering the northern fairy clans who survived relying on the corpse of the Last Dragon (Albion).
The war ended with the victory of the southern fairies of Britain who possessed "humans." The innocent northern fairies were all slaughtered.
Perhaps from this moment on, it was already destined that this land would only retain the vast majority of disgusting existences.
"Urgh——!"
Aslan, whose physical condition was gradually recovering, retched directly to the side. Ultimately, this island was still Britain. But from the moment of its birth, this Britain received not blessings. As a candidate for the Lord of the Island, a direct descendant of Vortigern, and just one step away from mastering the skill of thoroughly transforming his identity into Dragon Kind, Aslan naturally could also hear the voice of this island.
This was a wrong land. Of the fairies living on this land, basically few were qualified to live on. If the island were called a mother, then this was a mother filled with anger and hatred, looking forward to the destruction of her children at every moment.
But because the corpses of countless fairies filled the ground, the thoughts of some fairies also affected the will of the entire island—sorrowful cursing, yet powerless to resist.