Chapter 569: 481 "Queen
"————"
It was a voice as cold as the onset of a harsh winter.
When this voice emerged, whether it was the tragic battlefield or the hell-like city, it seemed as if an invisible blizzard had swept through, freezing the air itself.
Then, a sense of oppression as if the sky were pouring down spread throughout, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield.
"————!"
Reiger stopped in his tracks and abruptly looked up.
"This, this voice is...!?"
The previously furious and fierce Woodworth also halted, becoming frantic with fear.
Gawain, who Reiger had sent flying with a punch and was now lying in a shattered crater, struggled to stand and his gaze began to tremble as he stared at the figure in midair.
"Huff———"
The wind howled past, sweeping over the battlefield, as well as the sky, causing the figure’s clothing to flutter noisily.
In such circumstances, the queen of the Fairy Country descended.
"Your Majesty!"
Gawain was the first to react, kneeling on one knee on the ground despite his grievous injuries.
"Your, Your Majesty!"
Woodworth also came to his senses and quickly knelt down, bowing his head to the figure in the sky.
"Your Majesty... has actually left the throne...?"
Even Lancelot, who had just returned from the great cathedral and ensured Aurora’s safety, couldn’t help but stop midair and stare at the figure, his voice filled with astonishment.
Thus, the queen slowly drifted down from the sky, landing in front of Reiger, and in front of Woodworth opposite Reiger, entering the sight of everyone present.
Reiger’s gaze had not left the figure since her appearance.
Because he knew, the queen before his eyes was the one who had ruled over the entire Fairy Country of Britannia for two thousand years, reigning supreme over all the elves for all this time, occupying the highest position in Fairy Country.
Such a grand being also possessed a legendary beauty, as beautiful and enchanting.
She wore a garment reminiscent of a royal robe, leaning towards the style of a magician’s robe, black with blue trim, revealing shoulders and some skin, appearing somewhat seductive yet with a dangerous beauty.
She wore the Thorny Crown on her head, and the sceptre in her hand was like both a spear and an axe, long hair as white as snow tied to one side, and her features were of utmost beauty, not yielding even when compared to Lancelot, who was lauded as the most beautiful elf in Fairy Country.
However, unlike the cool-faced Lancelot, this beautiful queen had an immensely cold gaze and expression,
It was a coldness that seemed to regard everything in the world as negligible, yet was fixated on a single thing for which she would sacrifice everything.
This coldness was cruel.
This coldness was merciless.
Like the harsh winter that accompanied her arrival, it was so fearful, so terrifying.
This was———
"Queen Morgan."
Reiger, as if captivated by the dangerous and cold beauty, murmured so.
"..."
Morgan remained silent, watching Reiger from a distance, observing this opponent known as the Child of Prophecy, and spoke only after a while.
"You all, are too slow."
These words were naturally directed at Lancelot, Gawain, and Woodworth.
"Please punish us, Your Majesty!"
All three elves standing behind Morgan bowed their heads together, making no excuses.
Morgan looked coldly at her subordinates.
"Considering the merits you three have shown in the past, I’ll forgive you this time," Morgan said expressionlessly, "but there shall not be a next time, understood?"
An elder and two Elf Knights immediately responded, and even the resentful Woodworth did not rebut or excuse himself, accepting the decision obediently.
Just this alone was enough to show how inviolable and fearful an existence Morgan, the queen, was in the hearts of the elves.
Having dealt with them, Morgan no longer paid attention to Lancelot and the others, as if they ceased to exist, turning her gaze back to Reiger.
"————!"
In that instant, a sense of unprecedented alarm surged in Reiger’s heart.
It was a reminder from his instincts.
It was an intuitive unease.
Driven by such an alarm, Reiger didn’t think twice before activating teleportation magic.
"[Advanced Teleportation]!"
However, the activated teleportation magic failed, causing Reiger’s figure to blur and then return to its original state.
Reiger’s expression shifted slightly as he noticed the anomaly.
There was a faint Magic Power radiating within the oppressive sensation that had spread through the area since Morgan’s descent, much like a harsh winter,
Under the influence of this Magic Power, the space seemed truly frozen by an invisible blizzard, making teleportation magic entirely ineffective.
It went without saying that time magic was probably also unusable, and possibly all magic as well.
"Surprised?"
Morgan’s voice finally reached Reiger.
"This ’courtyard’ was crafted especially for you and is different from the ’Pleasant Dreams,’ ’Abyss,’ ’Despondence,’ ’Innocent,’ among the ’Unique’ courts," she explained,
"To ensure it could work against you, I spent half of the past two thousand years on this throne on it, as well as on another great magic."
"Seeing you now, it seems my millennium of effort has not been in vain."