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

Artoria closed her eyes slightly.

This land felt both familiar and strange; I had never seen Britain so beautiful before.

Perhaps it's because of the decline of the divine era.

She simply couldn't see Britain at the height of the Age of Gods.

"This is the ideal land beloved by wind and rain, earth, life, and songs, the Twilight Island inhabited by many fairies, Britain."

A hint of longing appeared on Du Wei's face.

An unprecedented feeling welled up inside me.

There was a slight warmth and a sense of nostalgia, as if a warm current was being poured into my chest.

Is this feeling what you call homesickness...?

You'll experience this feeling once you have a sense of belonging.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but fall silent.

This was the only smile that could be shown on his face.

Words cannot adequately describe one's feelings, so one must use one's heart to slowly experience this moment.

"...This is quite different from the Britain I remember."

Mordred muttered something under his breath.

It seemed like they didn't want to admit it.

What I see before me is indeed the scenery of an ideal land, even surpassing the Britain I remember.

That era of war and chaos.

Britain was already battered and bruised.

The Britain revealed in the Lostbelts now is more like an untouched, graceful, and delicate young woman.

I can't help but want to be loved and cherished.

This was the feeling that Duve and Bavanshi had when they first emerged from the forest and saw the panoramic view of Britain.

Frankenstein is observing the flowers on the ground.

Jack the Ripper breathed in the abundant magical energy in the air, and seemed to be in a pretty good mood.

Each person had their own thoughts and feelings.

"Finally back! Leaving behind the murky world of Pan-Human History, I'm back in the best fairy kingdom! While I was gone, those guys in Darlington must have been pretty lax, right? They need a good talking to~"

Bawanshi stretched comfortably.

Although every movement she made was alluring, the hidden meaning in her words made one feel extremely dangerous.

Let's leave aside the deeper meaning for now.

"The air in the Fairy Kingdom is indeed more comfortable to breathe; the etheric magic in the pan-human history is too scarce."

Bagst rubbed his shoulders.

No matter how diverse and colorful the cultures of human history may be, they still cannot compare to her love for her homeland.

After this journey to Pan-Human History.

She became even more convinced that she had to protect this homeland.

It's not about protecting the fairy group as a whole, but about protecting the scene right in front of us.

This is also Du Wei's ideal.

Perhaps it was the influence of someone they admired that led them to choose to follow the same ideals.

I long to be touched by his colors.

We should at least start by having a shared dream.

“Bavanshi, Bagst, it’s time for you two to return to your respective fiefdoms. This expedition took a little longer than expected. I was the one who helped you create the thought bodies to fulfill your lordly duties, and now it’s almost time for you to return to your posts.”

Morgan said to the two women in unison.

Bavanshi and Bagst are the lords of Darlington and Manchester respectively, and it has been a long time since they last visited their territories.

They both understood this principle.

He just seemed a little reluctant to leave Du Wei.

"How long has it been since we last left?"

Du Wei asked Morgan.

He was only responsible for spatial transfers.

Requesting flowers?

It's unclear what specific changes will occur in terms of time, since traveling across worlds consumes a lot of stamina.

They usually don't have time to try these things.

"If my guess is correct... it should be 1900 in the Queen's calendar now, which is about 100 years ago."

"A hundred years...?!"

Du Wei didn't expect so much time to have passed.

For long-lived humans, this is almost a lifetime.

"It's only a hundred years, why be surprised? Our future is set for eternity. Aren't you ready to be with me, my husband?"

"If this moment could last forever, I would be overjoyed. We've already made all the preparations; this is our goal."

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In response to Morgan's witty remarks.

Du Wei answered without thinking.

Morgan nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this, a hint of joy appearing on his face.

The Fairy Kingdom has a distinctive feature.

That is, fairies follow eternal rules and live in a way that is almost unchanging.

Even after millions of years, it will not change with time.

As far as Du Wei is concerned, it feels great.

However, during his brief absence from the Fairy Kingdom, there was one person he felt somewhat sorry for.

Clara managed his fiefdom for a full hundred years.

Even if I get scolded, I can only accept it willingly.

If you have a woman who is willing to do things for you for a hundred years, what is there to complain about?

Therefore, Klar also has the right to criticize him.

Thinking about this matter, Du Wei didn't feel troubled, but rather couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Some people are already thinking about him...

Is that place that awaits my return home?

The initial taste is slightly bitter, but upon closer tasting, it becomes quite sweet.

In the place that is considered home.

It is undoubtedly a happy thing for the person involved that someone is willing to wait for him to return.

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I've sorted out my thoughts a bit.

It would be better to go back to Lentinion first, since it is still my fiefdom.

"Aren't you planning to return to the palace?"

Du Wei asked Morgan curiously.

Morgan is still by his side, while Bavansh and Bagst have been teleported back to Manchester and Darlington.

She didn't seem to have any intention of returning.

"Why go back? My 'Thoughts' entity is in charge of things at the palace, so don't worry. Or are you tired of me? What an awful husband you are."

"Okay, okay, come home with me..."

Du Wei gave a wry smile during the conversation.

He spoke to her according to his own ideas, and gradually became familiar with the rhythm of getting along with Morgan.

"Going home...?"

This term was completely foreign to Morgan.