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

A clicking sound echoed in my ears. (Feather)

What lies before us is the commanding heights of power in the Fairy Kingdom.

The magnificent and luxurious throne sits in the center of the hall, flanked by pure white quartz columns that are tens of meters long.

The throne faces backward with an openwork design that opens to the sky.

Looking past the throne, one can see a bottomless, pitch-black void, and the entire Camelot is built on its side.

Du Wei was not the only one who came into the main hall.

There are also hundreds of fairy ministers and clan chiefs.

Did I somehow stumble upon a palace meeting?

The reality was not much different from what Du Wei had imagined.

The matter of the imperial martial arts demonstration was all handled by the fairies together.

Several tall figures, each wielding a long axe, stood respectfully beside the jade throne, filling the hall with an atmosphere of solemnity and majesty.

The fairy guards, clad in bronze horse-faced armor, awaited the queen's arrival.

No one dared to make a sound here.

Anyone standing here would feel a sense of awe and respect.

"Kneel down, offer your sacrifice."

"Worship, belong."

The scribe, Itoli, addressed the ministers present in a deep voice.

Du Wei offered a knightly salute.

Morgan, who governs the Fairy Kingdom, deserves Duve's respect.

The Fairy Kingdom has been able to maintain itself for so long entirely thanks to Morgan.

He knelt on one knee before the throne, awaiting the queen's arrival, as did the other fairies.

"Those who worship the throne, cease breathing."

"The patriarchs of the six major clans gathered here, the thirty ambassadors, and the one hundred officials, all shall fall silent and prostrate themselves in worship."

"The king who expands his territory, the king who builds the fairy kingdom. This is before Her Majesty Queen Morgan, this is the truth of Her Majesty Queen Morgan."

Not long after the clerk finished speaking.

Steady, yet orderly, footsteps echoed from the left side of the main hall.

"This time there's an unfamiliar face. Report what's going on as soon as possible. I won't save you, and I won't forgive you."

A female voice, devoid of any emotion, rang out.

Although its timbre is beautiful and pleasant to listen to, it makes people feel that the speaker is like an unmoved rock.

The tone of voice conveys no expectation or emotion towards anything.

“You must remember that every inch of Britain belongs to me. Without my protection, this fairy kingdom will lose its tomorrow.”

Morgan walked up to the throne and addressed the crowd.

A cold, metallic tone echoed through the hall.

"I will heed your teachings, Your Majesty."

"We are your loyal servants."

"We offer our time to the Queen, we offer our eternal loyalty to the Queen."

All the ambassadors and officials continued to flatter the Queen.

However, in Morgan's eyes, these guys were nothing more than a bunch of clowns, at most only good for being tools.

Only the new humans are somewhat interesting.

But that's about it.

Du Wei now looked up and truly saw Queen Morgan.

She wore a black veil that obscured her face.

A black silk dress perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure, while her long, smooth silver hair shone with a galaxy-like luster.

It has a mysterious quality with a touch of magic.

Perhaps only the concept of beauty can match her.

This was the first meeting between Dewey and Morgan.

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"Ha, you clowns can step back now."

I allow the tribal chiefs to speak; you may begin exchanging opinions.

Morgan glanced at the crowd, his gaze cold and distant.

It seemed that nothing could shake her, and that the ministers could be replaced at any time.

Officials and envoys retreated to the sides of the main hall.

Only the clan chiefs and Duwei remained before the throne.

"Your Majesty, my advice has always been the same: please strengthen our military. In recent years, the calamities in the Fairy Kingdom have been worsening, and the omens of this century-long calamity are exceptionally fierce."

The Morseification phenomenon is still increasing. Please increase the supply of humans and distribute them to various barracks.

The first fairy to speak was Woodworth, the patriarch of the Tooth Clan.

Despite being a member of the Fang Clan, he wore an expensive gentleman's suit.

It has a unique and contradictory beauty.

As a warrior who has served Morgan for a thousand years, it wields immense influence within Britain.

It even bears the title of the Sword of the Fairy Kingdom.

The Fang Clan has always been responsible for killing Moss in the Fairy Kingdom, and he is well aware of the current calamity befalling Britain.

Minor calamities occur once every hundred years.

Major calamities occur once every thousand years.

This calamity that occurred in the year 1800 of the Queen's calendar was extremely unusual.

It is a standard that only existed during the calamities of the past thousand years.

"Not enough manpower? Hmph, it's not just your Tooth Clan that's short-handed. My Earth Clan's Novich territory has been plagued by numerous calamities."

"Those Ketpila (Calamity) creatures are multiplying too much! Your Majesty, please send reinforcements to Norwich."

Kaples still felt a lingering fear when he recalled it.

The swarm of Moss, resembling insects, was almost unheard of; the Tu tribe alone could not possibly wipe them out.

The Ya clan was nowhere near as tense as the Tu clan.

Therefore, Kaples will not budge.

"Lord Woodworth, you are the Swordswoman of the Fairy Kingdom, Alyn. Do you intend to steal troops from my Earth Clan? Or do you admit that you are old and senile?"

"Shut up, you cowardly parasite, you traitor! Don't let me hear your glib tongue again. If we weren't in front of His Majesty's throne, I would have torn you to pieces long ago!"

Woodworth's white mane danced wildly with rage.

The wolf's body, over three meters tall and as imposing as a mountain, exuded a terrifying aura.

On the other hand, Capules disagreed.

Du Wei watched the entire fight between the two clan leaders and immediately felt that it was just like a human bureaucracy.

Unfortunately, he was the only human present.

The rest are all fairies.

"Enough, stop arguing, Woodworth."

You are a respected figure among the fairies, possessing Oxford, the grand dining hall, responsible for the entire fairy kingdom's cuisine. (Disgusted)

Therefore, shouldn't you act even more like a gentleman?

Another female fairy appeared in the image projected by the fairy.

Her wings on her back were dazzling, like butterflies, and her shimmering golden hair cascaded down her fair shoulders.

The elegant gown spoke of her distinguished status.