บท 219: Chapter 219: The Ascension of the Fairy Queen
"If you want to win, that's not enough!" Lott exclaimed, determination driving him as he rushed out of the tent.
As he sprinted away, he shouted back to the clan leaders gathered, "Come, take this opportunity and quickly subdue the fairies of the Tooth Clan!"
"Understood!" Several clan chiefs nodded in agreement, ready to follow his command.
Among them, the acting patriarch of the Tooth clan heard Lott's call but refused to abandon his pursuit. "These clans may be strong, but our Tooth Clan is the best suited for battle. Just wait—I'll tear you apart and lead the clans to victory! To become a king, one must rely on strength!" he shouted, his confidence palpable.
While his bravado was impressive, he had overlooked two critical points. First, though the Tooth Clan was powerful, their recent battles with the Wind Clan had significantly depleted their fighting strength. Second, he had underestimated Lott's capabilities, thinking he could easily beat him.
With that thought, he began to chase Lott, determined to catch him.
Lott led the way, and soon both he and the acting patriarch of the Tooth Clan were far from the Fairy Clan's encampment. However, when Lott found himself alone, he suddenly stopped.
Seeing Lott pause, the goblin smirked, believing Lott was finally exhausted and ripe for defeat. "Then, let me kill you!" he snarled, lunging toward Lott.
But Lott didn't shy away. Instead, he swung his sword with resolve, determined to inflict damage even in the face of danger. It was a classic case of injury for injury.
The acting patriarch, feeling elated by the prospect of an easy victory, underestimated Lott. "Your injuries won't matter. I'm from the Tooth Clan! Your armor is nothing but a scrap of iron to me!" he shouted, convinced he would emerge victorious.
As their attacks collided, Lott's sword cut deep into the goblin's flesh, but the goblin's claw also tore through the iron plate on Lott's chest. However, to the goblin's shock, instead of revealing vulnerable flesh, a dazzling golden light glimmered within.
With a swift motion, Lott shook off his armor and lifted his visor, revealing a handsome face adorned with gold armor and sunlit earrings. "It's been a long time since I showed my handsome face," he said triumphantly, a smile spreading across his features.
The acting patriarch's expression shifted from confidence to sheer panic. "You... you're human! You're King Lott of Camelot!?" he stammered, disbelief etched across his face.
"Yes, you got it right," Lott replied with a grin, drawing out his sword, Vasilis. "Fairy, prepare to meet your end by my blade!" he declared, advancing on the acting patriarch.
Now, it was the acting patriarch's turn to consider retreat. Yet, Lott's revelation made escape impossible. From the shadows, Morgan emerged, her presence formidable as she began to cast powerful spells.
With Lott and Morgan working together, the fate of the acting patriarch was sealed. Their combined strength was overwhelming, and the patriarch found himself unable to escape.
Once they had dealt with the threat, Lott turned to Morgan, a satisfied expression on his face. "Well, now it's time to prepare for the ceremony for us to become the lord of the fairies."
"Okay," Morgan replied, her tone steady.
Putting his visor back on, Lott followed Morgan as they returned. The battle among the fairies had concluded, and the remaining members of the Tooth Clan were captured.
The four clans were eager to hold a ceremony for Morgan to become the lord of the fairies. Given the battlefield setting, the ceremony was kept simple: the patriarchs of the four great clans knelt before Morgan, swearing their allegiance.
As for Lott, he remained standing, not feeling the need to kneel to his wife. But if kneeling is required, it's just that Morgan was lying down at that time, he thought, smirking at the memory.
Morgan, catching his playful thoughts, felt her teeth clench in irritation. What are you laughing about at a time like this?!
The four clan leaders exchanged puzzled glances at the sudden change in Morgan's expression. Did we do something wrong?
"Well, do we have any questions?" the chief of the Winged Clan asked, his curiosity piqued by Morgan's demeanor.
"It's nothing," Morgan replied coolly, hiding her frustration. She couldn't let them know she was upset by Lott's inappropriate thoughts during such a serious moment.
"Come on, let's call the other fairies to witness me," Morgan instructed, her voice firm as she took her staff and walked outside.
As Morgan stepped out, the gathered fairies turned to look at her, eager to see their new leader. Her face was composed, but within, she felt the weight of their expectations.
"From now on, I am the Queen of Fairies," Morgan declared to the crowd.
Silence fell over the fairies, who looked at her expectantly.
Morgan continued, "The actions of the Tooth Clan and the Wind Clan have inflicted great losses upon our people. This is not a burden we should bear. It's time for change."
Skepticism rippled through the crowd. "You don't mean to surrender to humans, do you?" the patriarch of the Earth Clan questioned, disbelief in his tone.
Morgan maintained her composure, saying, "Of course not." Yet inside, she cursed their ignorance. If everything goes well, then I might have to, but you're making it difficult!
"I mean," she pressed on, "do we need to rush into battle with humans? Do we require their lands or their food?"
Her words hung in the air, prompting the fairies to reflect on the gravity of her statements.
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