Chapter 571: 481 ’Queen’ _3
"What are you doing now, Woodworth!"
Gawain’s brows furrowed deeply as he scolded, as always.
However, this time Woodworth was not persuaded.
"Her Majesty is actually going to marry that unknown foreigner?" Woodworth roared in uncontainable anger, "On what grounds!?"
"Isn’t that the enemy from Fairy Country who came to overthrow Her Majesty’s rule?"
"Isn’t that trash that has never contributed anything to Britain?"
"Why choose someone like that? Why...!?"
The rage that Woodworth felt was greater and more intense than at any time before.
This plainly showed how unacceptable the news of Morgan’s marriage to the "Child of Prophecy" was to Woodworth.
Of course, Gawain was also very surprised.
But despite his surprise, he didn’t find it as unacceptable.
"It is the Queen’s command," Gawain gazed at Woodworth and said, "Are you going to defy it?"
Woodworth’s anger faltered.
Seeing this, Gawain, as if feeling pity, spoke thus.
"It is the Queen’s choice, whether right or wrong, we have neither the right nor the power to oppose it."
"In Britain, the Queen is the supreme ruler, an absolute and correct being that must be obeyed."
"You know this very well, don’t you?"
The overly realistic words made Woodworth tremble violently all over.
"Damn it!"
Woodworth suddenly smashed the nearby debris with one claw, easily shattering the rubble that was larger than a floor.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
The chieftain of the Tusk Clan vented his emotions, each smash of his claw stirring up roars as he turned the surroundings into a flat wasteland.
Gawain no longer paid attention to Woodworth, but instead turned his gaze to the silent Lancelot.
"Since Her Majesty has given instructions, all we need to do is follow them," Gawain said to Lancelot, "You will notify Aurora, right? No problem?"
Lancelot remained silent, nodding his head after a while, his thoughts unknown.
Looking at this silent and bloodied Dragon Fairy, Gawain wanted to say something but found he had nothing to say.
Lancelot was the same, turning silently and flying away by himself.
Gawain showed a displeased expression and also turned to leave.
Only Woodworth remained, continuing his impotent rage, endlessly engaging in meaningless venting.
...
About ten minutes later, atop the now deserted battlefield turned wasteland, a figure ran swiftly.
"Ha... ha... ha..."
Altoria, clutching the Rod of Selection, kept gasping for breath as she looked at the deserted wasteland with a perplexed expression.
"Where’s Reiger?"
"Ba, Lancelot, and Woodworth, where are they?"
"The battle... how did it go...?"
The belatedly arriving Altoria missed everything—the battle, the fated opponent, and also missed Reiger.
The bewildered Fairy girl suddenly found something.
Seeing that thing, the Fairy girl first froze, then hurriedly ran over to it, coming before it.
The black blade, emitting a scorching heat, lay quietly on the ground, as if abandoned by its owner.
"..."
Altoria stared blankly at the blade, then after a while, she lowered her head.
The long fringe covered Altoria’s face, concealing any expression from those around her.
"Reiger..."
Like a lost child, Altoria first murmured and then suddenly raised her head, shouting loudly.
"Reiger!"
"Reiger!"
"Where are you!?"
"Come out!"
"Stop playing tricks on me!"
"If you keep playing tricks... I’ll get angry...!"
"Really angry!"
Altoria bellowed, shouting everywhere.
"Did you hear that?"
"I’m angry!"
"Angry... now...!"
Wandering back and forth through the ruined battlefield, the fairy girl called out time and again, only to return to the spot in front of the black sword, her eyes downcast.
"...What do you mean you’ll ’go and then meet me later’?"
"You didn’t manage that, did you?"
"Not managing it means you lied."
"I thought... if it was you... you would never lie...!"
"Liar!"
Altoria’s voice weakened, almost crying, painfully affecting anyone who heard.
After standing still for a long time, Altoria finally wiped the tears from her eyes, pulling herself together.
"Now’s not the time to scold him. First, I need to understand exactly what happened here, and where that big liar has gone."
"Once I find him, I’m going to give him a piece of my mind."
"Yes, really let him have it."
Talking to herself in this way, Altoria forced herself not to think about the most horrifying possibility.
That Reiger might no longer be alive.
Completely ignoring this possibility, Altoria reached out to pick up the black sword from the ground.
"So hot!"
As soon as Altoria touched the hilt, the intense heat emanating from it nearly burned her.
Quickly, Altoria cast a spell to protect her hand with a magical barrier, then cautiously picked up the sword known as The Hermit.
Just as Altoria was about to leave, suddenly, a voice called out to her.
"Wait!"
Hearing this voice, Altoria stopped in her tracks and looked in the direction it came from.
"You are...?"
Altoria showed a look of surprise.
"Hehe."
The clan leader of the Wind Clan gave Altoria a serene and beautiful smile.
"Would you like to talk with me?"
With this proposal, the female fairy emerged from the ruins.
Behind her, Lancelot followed in silence, like a guardian.