Does the Morgan of this world not know what the faeries have done? Does she not know just how vile and disgusting the faeries are? The mistake began with the faeries, and this mistake has not ended to this day; it has been over ten thousand years.
Morgan naturally knew what this island was all about. As a guest from Paradise, Morgan originally wanted to save this Britain and all the inhabitants upon it.
Once the Savior of a distant era (Aesc), she received information transmitted by the Morgan of Pan-Human History who burned her Spirit Origin because she could not accept the desolation of Britain. She changed the final ending where the entire island turned into a barren wasteland. From then on, as the Savior, she stabilized the peace of all of Britain. But even so, the "Summer War" and "Autumn War" still broke out during this period.
While bearing the burden of suppressing the Calamity every thousand years, acting as the Savior to change Britain's crises as much as possible was no easy task. Moreover, not all faeries were grateful to this Savior. The reincarnations of the two faeries who had always cared for Morgan were frequently discovered and tortured by other faeries, to the point where their souls were nearly shattered over the long years.
Due to various despairing experiences over thousands of years, Lostbelt Morgan completely lost faith in the faeries and decided to protect only the land of Britain, not the faeries.
More than 2,000 years ago, when all of Britain was on the verge of destruction due to the Great Calamity, she extracted the magical energy contained in the Tree of Emptiness, forcibly causing all faeries to produce a "next generation," allowing Britain to continue, and causing the Tree of Emptiness to wither as a result.
When the faeries broke out in war again due to conflicts between clans, Morgan appeared before the faeries as the Winter Queen. Without using the power of the Holy Lance, she unified Britain with her own strength. This was the final "Winter War."
After that, Morgan ruled for over 2,000 years, collecting Existence Tax from the faeries using Command Spells while sweeping away calamities for them.
The current Morgan... the Winter Queen Morgan of this world, loved Britain. But she only loved the land of Britain. However, is loving the land of Britain in this way truly correct? Letting this mother who bears pain and wailing die just like that might be the correct thing to do.
He didn't know what the Morgan of his own world thought. Because of their love for Britain, would they make different choices?
However, after the Morgan of his own world entered the Spatial Gate, they had already been scattered to various places. He didn't know what she was doing right now.
Aslan stood up and rubbed his somewhat throbbing head, beginning to boil his White Dragon blood. In this world, humans were not high-level existences. They had no reproductive ability and couldn't even live past 30. This was probably also the curse loudly screamed by the resentment in the heart of that Last Priestess.
That priestess probably hadn't lived past 30 either.
Although he believed in his memories, Aslan still prepared to walk around this world by himself first.
On the other side, inside Camelot. As the Queen of this world, the Ruler of Britain, Morgan naturally sensed some abnormalities. This island seemed to be making a request to someone. It happened once before; after that, the person requested by the island seemed to have hidden away. But this time was different...
"Fairy Knight Gawain... A person who might shake the island is heading toward the territory of the Fang Clan. I do not want to trouble Woodwose... You go and see what exactly is going on. If necessary..."
A Fairy Knight wearing huge silver-blue armor with long dark gold hair lowered her head. Blue chains were wrapped around her body. If one looked closely at those slightly cold eyes, raging fire seemed to be burning within them.
"Fairy Knight Gawain! I shall complete your mission!"
Facing the Queen sitting on the throne whose face was covered by a black veil, this Fairy Knight simply responded to the order issued by the Queen. However, returning to the Fang Clan... she could go back and take a look at that person. In her own manor, she could also temporarily shed the appearance and responsibility of a knight.
On the other side, Fairy Knight Lancelot brought a small dragon to the territory of the Wind Clan. The owner of the territory was Aurora, the person who once granted Fairy Knight Lancelot her human form, the person who gave Fairy Knight Lancelot a new life, and also an ambitious beautiful person.
Fairy Knight Lancelot came specifically to visit Aurora. However, at this moment, she couldn't meet that beautiful person directly because the gatekeeping faeries told Fairy Knight Lancelot that Lady Aurora was currently meeting an old friend.
Fairy Knight Lancelot, who regarded Aurora's wishes as her own, naturally wouldn't disturb the meeting between Aurora and her good friend. However, the little dragon gnawing on eggshells in her arms was getting slightly restless. Because Fairy Knight Lancelot respected and looked up to Aurora very much, after entering the territory of the Wind Clan, Fairy Knight Lancelot held the little dragon directly in her arms.
And this embrace lasted for a whole day. Especially now, inside Aurora's manor, the strength with which Fairy Knight Lancelot held the little dragon became even greater.
At first, the little dragon was very happy. This big sister, who had the same scent as his mother, was willing to hold him, allowing him to enjoy another kind of motherly love. But now, the little dragon was unhappy. The little dragon was very unhappy! Freedom! The little dragon wanted freedom! The little dragon wanted the freedom to fly in the sky!
Playing is a child's nature, not to mention he had stayed in his mother's body for who knows how long, so his nature was more lively than other dragons. So, after being held for half a day, the little dragon was somewhat anxious to break free from the embrace.
But unfortunately, Fairy Knight Lancelot's strength was much greater than his. No matter how the little dragon struggled, it was difficult to break free from Fairy Knight Lancelot's arms. So, the slightly angry little dragon bit directly onto Fairy Knight Lancelot's armor. With a crunch, a small hole was bitten directly out of this armor made from Fairy Knight Lancelot's original skin.
On the originally smooth and shiny armor, such a small gap bitten out by teeth was truly somewhat conspicuous. Compared to Fairy Lancelot's puffy cheeks, this little dragon chewed the armor in his mouth and swallowed it into his stomach.
Milky flavor, crunchy and crisp. Compared to my mother, this existence with the same aura as my mother seems much younger in terms of texture.