Chapter 54: Fairies do not deserve to have a Royal Sister!

What is the most heartbreaking thing about the Fairy Kingdom Lostbelt of Great Britain?

Lin Ye's mental journey when playing was basically like this.

Seeing Mash "marry"

Mash, my Mash!

Seeing Gareth die heroically

Gareth, my Gareth!!

Seeing the Royal Sister hacked to death by those scummy fairies

Morgan, my Morgan!!

As for Artoria? Shouldn't it be the whole time

C-Saber, my C-Saber!!

Like this?

Now, Lin Ye is going to share this feeling with everyone.

Isn't there a saying? You have two peaches; if you eat them alone, you only get one share of happiness, but if you give one to someone else, you can get double the happiness.

Lin Ye likes eating peaches and doesn't want to share. So, let's share the pain together.

After Lin Ye finishes speaking, he projects this segment directly for you: The Death of Morgan!

First is some of Morgan's actions. Everyone sees Morgan summoning dead fairies alone from the Great Calamity to establish the Fairy Kingdom, and then forcibly turning the Lostbelt into a Singularity.

Although everyone doesn't understand what this means, it feels very powerful.

Then they see Morgan pacifying Great Britain, becoming the Queen of Great Britain, and starting to collect existence tax from the fairies. Then Morgan stores this magical energy in the Throne to control the twelve lances of Rhongomyniad, thereby suppressing the Great Calamity in the Great Hole.

"This looks a bit like a Queen."

Morgan finally nods with satisfaction. The previous parts didn't show her majesty at all; now, she can finally say she looks a bit like a Queen.

No, wait, I am the Queen, why did I become unconfident?

However, Morgan's satisfaction only lasts for a short while. Immediately after, she sees a scene that makes her incredibly angry.

The Throne. Many, many fairies are gathered beside Morgan, but Morgan's state looks extremely weak; she must have gone through a battle.

It is at this moment that a member of the Tooth Clan rushes in. Lin Ye tells you its name is Woodwose.

As soon as Woodwose arrives, it questions Morgan why she didn't send reinforcements, why she let the Tooth Clan be destroyed!

Morgan says, "I sent reinforcements, but it seems they were a bunch of trash."

Ah!! Ah!!

Woodwose roars. It remembers what Aurora said to it before it came.

"If Morgan says she didn't send reinforcements, then she is telling the truth; this can show she trusts your strength. But if she says she sent reinforcements, then that is a complete lie; she simply wanted to abandon your Tooth Clan. Otherwise, why didn't you see a single reinforcement?"

"Huh? Is this guy named Woodwose an idiot? It believes such words?"

Mordred looks angrily at Woodwose in the screen. But that's right, this guy who looks like a werewolf wasn't very smart to begin with.

"Ah!!"

Suddenly, Woodwose pounces directly toward Morgan! "Morgan! Morgan!!!"

Woodwose pounces on Morgan, knocking her to the ground. Its sharp claws wave constantly, and streaks of red blood stain a large part of the Throne!

"Morgan! Two thousand years! Two thousand years of loyalty! Morgan! You have no love! No love at all!!! Die! Die! Die!!!"

Woodwose shouts. It no longer needs this witch as its master! It! Is the King of Great Britain!

The other fairies just watch this scene; not one of them dares to rush over to help Morgan.

"Idiots!"

Pfft!

Magical energy pierces Woodwose's body. Subsequently, Morgan barely supports her body with her staff and stands up. She looks at the berserk Woodwose in front of her, and she strokes its head with her hand, as if comforting an injured puppy, saying:

"You learned etiquette so hard, yet you've forgotten it all now? Your eyes are already bright red, truly ugly. However, your fur is still snow-white; in all of Britain, you are still the bravest and cutest..."

Woodwose, pierced by magical energy, falls to the ground; its life also comes to an end.

"How could... if you hadn't said so, I wouldn't have understood... please forgive me, Your Majesty... I have failed your kindness..."

Woodwose turns into magical energy and dissipates. Morgan stands up and limps toward the Throne; she wants to sit on the Throne and use her power to suppress the disaster. Unfortunately, at this moment, a man named Spriggan leads a large army in.

"Queen Morgan, Britain is not your garden. Now, it's time for you to wake up from your girlish dream!"

A large number of knights rush over. Morgan wants to resist, but Baobhan Sith appears in front of Morgan!

Pfft pfft pfft!

The knights rush up and wield their greatswords, piercing Morgan's body! Blood flows everywhere.

Morgan falls weakly to the ground. She feels her consciousness beginning to blur, but her past memories become clearer and clearer.

She was not originally a savior; she was just a girl called a witch.

But later, she had trusted companions and learned how to become a savior.

She thought that as long as she could become a savior, she could build her own Great Britain.

She fought for this country for two thousand years, even if it meant being smashed to pieces.

I could have been more cruel, but I chose gentleness.

I allowed them to be happy, allowed them to rejoice.

Allowed them to cooperate for mutual benefit, allowed them to develop together.

I just wanted this country to continue forever.

I defied human reason, defied my mission, but I realized my dream.

If one day, a guest from Pan-Human History comes here.

I can proudly ask her, "How is my kingdom?"

If they also think it is beautiful, then I will definitely feel supreme joy.

I will say to them:

"Welcome to my country, noble guest. May this beauty remain forever in your heart."

"No!! Stop!"

Mordred shouts. She is crying, sobbing uncontrollably! Little Mo is still a child; she only sees her mother being treated so cruelly.

Not just her, Gawain, Gareth, Agravain, and Gaheris all clench their fists, and tears stream down uncontrollably.

That woman... is their mother.

Even My King, who never had a good impression of Morgan, holds her breath.

No one can feel Morgan's love for Great Britain better than she can; that love is not a bit less than her own.

"Fairies... do not deserve to have a Royal Sister!"