Of course, Aslan's tour of Britain was also to find that mischievous little bastard. However, with that little bastard's wisdom and spatial abilities, he shouldn't be caught so easily. In the past few days, Aslan hadn't heard any news about draconic creatures being auctioned. If his cheap child had died, he would still have sensed it.
Moreover, the disgusting feeling brought to him by this land did not affect his intuitive judgment. His intuition hadn't given him a sense of crisis for the time being, so there was no need to be too anxious yet. Of course, he couldn't be too relaxed either.
"Mr. Aslan, there will be a performance by slaves tonight. Would you like to come and watch?"
A female voice rang out from outside the carriage. Aslan sighed. Perhaps because of his dragon bloodline, some of the accompanying fairies seemed to mistake him for a high-ranking fairy species, so quite a few expressed their favor toward him. Unfortunately, smelling the scent on these fairies gave him an inexplicable urge to vomit.
And the so-called slave performance by the fairies at night was also a gathering of fairies. At least among the fairies accompanying him currently, none made Aslan feel they deserved to live. As long as he found his child, taking a few fairies along to smuggle away wouldn't be a problem. Although he hadn't made up his mind yet, Aslan could roughly guess what his final choice would be.
If not for gathering more intelligence, who would stay with these disgusting guys for no reason?
During the gathering at night, one could imagine that these disgusting smells would definitely not be as simple as 1+1=2. Furthermore, human blood flowed in his veins. If he went to watch the slaves' performance gathering, he would inevitably feel sorrow for the homunculi humans of this world in his heart, and also feel sorrow for himself.
The humans of this world definitely couldn't be saved. Moreover, they were existences born on the corpse of that Horned God's Priestess. When this Fairy Britain fell, these humans would also be liberated.
More or less, Aslan realized what kind of mentality that last Master of Humanity held while traversing through one Lostbelt after another. The humans of this world were innocent, but with the destruction of the world, these humans would also eventually die. Although his child could open a passage, letting these humans enter his world...
Without a place to live, with short lifespans, and incompatible with the modern era... most of them had even engraved their identity as slaves into their bones. How could such humans survive?
Aslan didn't consider himself a god, nor did he think that deciding the destruction of these humans was necessarily the correct thing. After all, even homunculi surely wanted to live. What did his father, who wanted to destroy Britain back then, think?
If Vortigern knew his son's current thoughts, he would surely curl his lips slightly and shake his head twice. After all, as Vortigern, wasn't destroying Britain a perfectly normal thing? So why think so much? Just do it and be done with it!
He, the White Dragon Vortigern, was the genuine article—a devil who thought of nothing and just prepared to destroy Britain directly. Because only in this way would he not have the troubles Aslan currently had.
The fairy who came to find Aslan was obviously very disappointed after hearing Aslan's reply. She thought that after appreciating the performance of these slaves, she could have a wonderful night. It must be that the humans brought out this time were a bit old, already over 20 years old.
Considering the lifespan of humans in this world was no more than 30, being over 20 was already old age for humans.
The fairy curled her lips, then a smile appeared on her face again. It didn't matter. It didn't matter if this high-ranking fairy traveling with them didn't spend the night with her. Anyway, she had backup targets. The fairies' happy night would absolutely not vanish without a trace because of anything. This was them, fairies—happy fairies.
Listening to the footsteps gradually leaving, Aslan breathed a sigh of relief, then leaned against the wooden board and closed his eyes to rest. But not long after, a faint feeling similar to joy (Yorokobe), yet carrying a bit of strangeness, intruded into his heart. This inexplicable emotion, carrying a bit of schadenfreude, hadn't appeared in Aslan's heart for a long time.
Thinking carefully, if anything in this world could make him feel schadenfreude, it would probably be these fairies suffering some kind of disaster. And the calamities of the fairies in this world should appear once every 1,000 years. Moreover, the Calamity should only appear when that last Master of Humanity descended, right?
After all, this was definitely the protagonist's plotline.
And if one really wanted to talk about Calamities, wasn't he himself one of the Calamities? And he would be the fourth Calamity outside the three great Calamities of this Fairy Britain, or perhaps the fifth.
Since that was the case, he would just take a look at what exactly was going on.
Bonfires had been lit, and abundant food had been placed in front of the fairies. Humans put on various performance costumes and began to dance gracefully in front of the bonfires. And the fairies who wanted to spend a night of romance together also began to signal each other.
Soon, the fairies ignored the humans and began to embrace each other. Those sounds of pleasure almost made Aslan, whose body had just adapted a bit, vomit again. At the same time, these sounds naturally attracted other existences.
One of the female fairies lay on the grass. Then, facing the bushes not far away, she could hear sounds from the bushes. As if to show off, this female fairy's voice deliberately became a bit louder. Whether to attract the existence in the bushes out or to make the existence hiding in the bushes feel embarrassed, she felt happy either way.
It seemed this voice really stimulated the existence hiding in the dark. Half a face poked out from the bushes. It was a male fairy. Judging from this half-face, this fairy was quite handsome. So, the female fairy hooked her finger gently at the owner of this half-face, seeming to invite him to join the revelry.
However, the expression on this female fairy's face changed completely very quickly. Because the owner of this half-face did come out, but the other half of his face had turned into a black, thick existence resembling both liquid and mist.
This was a Mors!! It was a Calamity!!
Since the Mors War, this Calamity had taken root in this land. Although suppressed, it had never been eliminated. Why would a fairy who turned into a Mors appear here?! Was her luck that bad?!