I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

Shakespeare quickly intervened.

He knew that the inspiration had just been born in his mind, and he didn't want to die the second before he got it.

This is too painful for a writer.

"Ha, a writer? Can you even eat that stuff? You think you can stop me, a nobody like you? That's ridiculous..."

Ba Wanxing manipulated the strings to gradually approach.

She has always enjoyed torturing her prey, so sometimes it's not so bad to execute her opponents by slow slicing.

"Please don't rush. At least before we vanish from this world, we want to release the emotions that have been pent up in our hearts! So, it's time to put pen to paper!"

Perhaps they guessed what Bavanshi was thinking.

Shakespeare immediately turned the pages of the book in his arms and poured his magic into it.

The rapidly turning pages of the book outpaced the incoming musical notes.

"My Noble Phantasm is titled: [The moment of commencement has arrived, let there be thunderous applause (First Folio)]! Now, let the performance begin!"

Shakespeare's expression was incredibly passionate.

He seemed completely unconcerned about the approaching music, his mind solely focused on completing his work.

The strings are within arm's reach of Shakespeare.

The next second, a scene of flying blood and flesh appeared before our eyes, and a comedy-like drama unfolded.

Pfft!

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

It's a pity that it wasn't Shakespeare who was chopped up.

"This is...my...Darlington...?"

Bawanshi frowned slightly as she looked around.

In the blink of an eye, the environment changed, and what appeared before them was not the royal city of Camelot, but Darlington City of the Fairy Kingdom.

This is her fiefdom.

It is also a bloody capital city that fairies fear.

Where did that Servant go?

And why did they bring me to Darlington?

These two questions lingered in Bavanshi's mind; the surrounding scenery was simply too realistic.

It was almost exactly the same as she remembered.

She sensed some traces of magic; it was possible that this was a Reality Marble created by the opposing Servant to trap her.

When she tried to crack it herself.

The drama unfolded before her eyes.

"Have you heard? All the fairies in Darlington have been killed?"

"Is it Lord Tristan's again? That's why she's so indecisive."

"I hate your laughter," "I hate your silence"—wouldn't that mean we'd all be killed no matter what? Why did Her Majesty bring such a vixen along?"

“Yes. Without guys like that, Camelot would be an utopia.”

The words of the lower-ranking fairy reached his ears.

They discussed it right in front of him, as if they didn't even see Bavanshi.

Displeasure, anger.

Although I know these fairies have a lot to say behind my back, I still feel annoyed when I see them barking in front of me.

Therefore, she killed him.

They killed him cleanly and efficiently.

"Is this all the illusion magic you have? If it's just gossip, it's useless against me."

Bawanshi's words were laced with mockery.

He increasingly wanted to kill that boring servant, while also believing that this illusion could not interfere with his thoughts.

"Oh, not at all, the drama is only just beginning! By the way, all of these are written from my own memories~ They are absolutely genuine and unique scripts belonging to me alone!"

"Oh, you're quite the talker."

Bawanshi gave an unpleasant snort.

Having already experienced the scene of slaughtering demons, it would not stir any emotion in my heart.

But what is the actual situation?

She had already been emotionally affected by the first scene.

Soon, the second act began.

"The Fairy Knight Tristan? You must be joking. Claiming to be Her Majesty the Queen's daughter, Lord Duvi's lover, and all that. How stupid is that?"

This is the stage for high-ranking fairies.

You could hear the disdain and contempt in his words; he showed absolutely no respect for Bavanshi.

"Only she would bring that up. Has His Majesty Morgan ever treated her kindly? Who would respect that little girl? She's just a country bumpkin in a fancy dress, with no manners or character."

"Yes, just as you said. And Darlington's current ghost town state is also because of Tristan, right?"

This is also one of the real-life scenarios.

Bawanshi didn't usually pay attention to these words, but subconsciously she remembered them.

That's how the fairies viewed her.

"Leaving those poisonous moths unattended is a waste of Her Majesty's age. And Lord Fairy Knight Duvie, so handsome and powerful, while there are so many beautiful and capable fairies in the Fairy Kingdom..."

"Indeed, Lord Du Wei would have chosen any of them better than Tristan, so why did he choose only Zhong Ai? It's unsettling... However, this isn't my opinion, it's just what everyone says."

The scene of the second act unfolds before her.

The female fairies of the higher classes were talking privately.

These are all truths pulled from the darkest depths of Bavanshi's heart and presented in a dramatic way.

Is this a comedy or a tragedy?

Perhaps Bawanshi, as the protagonist of the drama, can provide the answer, after all, this is a question she has been avoiding.

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"Hopefully, His Majesty and Lord Duwei will realize this soon. If she weren't a fairy knight, she would just be a little girl like that—"

It wasn't just about Tristan himself.

She also talked about being Morgan's daughter and Duve's lover.

These two things were the most precious things to her.

"Shut up! All of you, shut up!"

Bawanshi angrily slashed out with his sonic blade.

*Pfft!*

The whispering female fairies fell silent as blood once again irrigated the immaculate earth.

However, I could not find peace within myself.

It was as if those whispers still lingered in my heart.

Putting aside the questions Shakespeare raised, she actually understood them all.

I've just been avoiding it all along.

The warm blood flowing down her neck spread outwards until it touched Bavanxi's bright red high heels.

Her color matched that of the blood.

An indescribable feeling of disgust arose within me.

Even though I've already killed so many demons, why do I still feel this way now?

The high-ranking fairies were all slaughtered by Bawanshi.

Then, the play moves into the third act.

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“Darlington is beyond saving. Since Tristan took office, the streets have been practically non-functional. The goblins who wanted to escape have all gone to the underground prison, and all that's coming are fugitives.”

The scene shifts to the main hall of the royal palace.