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

"The Fairy Knight Duvi's army was completely wiped out, and wasn't the battle before the Queen his own doing? I feel sorry for him; he probably incurred someone's wrath somewhere..."

He couldn't help but utter words of sadness.

Aurora's expression reflected this as well.

There was no sign of pretense or affectation in it; it was as if they genuinely felt sorry for Du Wei's plight.

"Really? That's great."

Ultimately, no matter how much you disguise yourself, no matter what dark emotions you harbor, the moment you speak, whether it's the fairies or the world, you'll be more convinced than anyone else that your words are true.

"Heh, strange Oberon. You always say these nonsensical things... Are you trying to say I'm a liar?"

The two chatted and joked like old friends.

There's nothing abrupt about it.

Aurora's answer caught the insect off guard, causing it to chuckle inwardly.

"No way. Could it be that you don't even realize you're lying?"

"You've survived this long by being both a bystander and a perpetrator. The most beautiful fairy in Britain isn't like that; she's the purest of traitors."

"Is that so? So that's how I am in your eyes. It's really sad... Hey, Oberon, can I entrust the matters concerning the Fang Clan to you from now on?"

Can you drag Guanghui (Du Wei) into the mire?

The central figure in Aurora's conversations with the insects is a human.

Now existing as the core of the Fairy Kingdom, it is regarded by the two of them as a light that must be avoided.

Fairy Knight. Du Wei.

This brilliance must be extinguished.

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Only by letting the light, like that of dawn, fade away.

If you don't do this, don't even think about surpassing Morgan.

Aurora's brilliance is fading day by day.

Therefore, we must take action.

"Oberon, can I trust you? You're not some pest that's infiltrated Britain, are you?"

Aurora asked the insect again.

The two are quite similar in some respects.

"Of course, everything I do is for the future of Britain. I also set up this seat because of my confidence in my ability to govern Britain."

The insect made a promise to the most dazzling fairy.

Then, he changed the subject.

"However, you really can't trust me too much. Because everything I say is a lie."

What does that mean?

If everything you say is a lie, then the saying "don't trust too much" also becomes a lie...

Aurora was unable to interpret Oberon's words.

Especially since she lacks self-awareness regarding lies, it's even less likely that she can see through the true nature of the insect.

Both of them fabricated their existence using lies.

“I am such a Heroic Spirit. I neither concealed the truth nor spread lies. The words of the Fairy King Oberon were ‘unbelievable’ from the very beginning. Whether true or false, they become false as soon as they are spoken. Almost the complete opposite, Aurora.”

The existence of the insect itself is illusory.

Therefore, there's no way to escape it, no matter what you say.

Aurora believed in herself more than anyone else, even when she was telling lies that she herself didn't understand.

The lack of self-awareness is what it means.

"Ah, it seems we really are alike. That's probably why we're having afternoon tea here, isn't it?"

"Yes, they are very similar. I have to admit it. Please continue to take care of me in the future, but don't neglect the other side either. You wouldn't want to see Radiance continue to burn itself, would you...?"

The insect moved towards the window.

The slightly trembling wings lifted the small body.

"Heh, if there's a chance, come again next time. Oberon, I hope to hear more stories from you."

"Ah."

The insects flew away from Salisbury Cathedral.

Only Aurora remained in the empty room.

She gently stroked her face.

Although I, as a fairy, do not age, my radiance will inevitably weaken over time, especially a hundred years ago.

It started back then.

If you don't rejoice in the novelty of each day, your brilliance will gradually fade.

She exists as such a fairy.

As Oberon said.

She was not the most beautiful fairy in all of Britain, but the most innocent and wicked scoundrel.

It was as dazzling as fireworks that vanish in an instant.

She wanted to keep it forever.

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Several days have passed since we returned to the Fairy Kingdom.

Du Wei chose to go to Gloucester, and the other women followed him, planning to visit the Fairy Kingdom along the way.

Habertrot followed.

The main problem is that there are just too many brides here.

Nothing was more appealing to her than the bride, so she went with Du Wei.

Morgan's wedding dress is not yet ready.

She had initially thought she could finish quickly, but then changed her mind.

I always felt that it couldn't be done simply; we should use all the technology we have so far to fully utilize in the textile process.

I don't know why I have such an obsession.

I feel like crying every time I sew Morgan's wedding dress.

My feelings feel like they don't belong to me.

Actually, this can't be blamed on Habertrot; she simply inherited the feelings of the previous Tetrot.

Tertrol's best friend is Morgan.

To ensure Morgan had the best possible wedding, she used her most refined and admirable skills to weave the fabric.

In the end, that's how it turned out.

Unable to help his best friend amidst the raging fire set by the fairies.

All we know is that she was devastated that night.

Currently, the group is traveling in a carriage to Gloucester.

"Hmm... I have to do better... I have to make something that surpasses what I'm wearing now...!"

"Don't push yourself too hard, Habertrot."

Habertrot murmured firmly.

Morgan looked at her like this, as if he had returned to the past, and sighed helplessly.

At the same time, she cherished this moment very much.

My best friends and loved ones are all by my side.

During the day, I often meet up with close friends for afternoon tea, while in the evening I spend time with my loved one.

There are no days more fulfilling than this.

Habertrot now also knows Morgan's identity.