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

But even Her Majesty the Queen doesn't matter; in her eyes, they are all brides she needs to serve and help.

"I will accept any kind of wedding dress."

"No, no, I have to stake my professional ethics as a tailor on surpassing myself once again! This time, I must bring happiness!"

Habertrot risked his pride.

It's good that she's so serious about her wedding dress.

"Is there any for me, the groom?"

Du Wei then inserted a topic that he found quite interesting.

If it's a wedding, he still wants to leave a good impression, after all, it's something to be etched in his memories.

Being too sloppy is not good.

"The groom? He can just wear any suit. There's no point in talking about him."

"Habe Meow, this is discrimination."

After listening, Du Wei said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Only the bride can arouse Haber (who has been won over) Trot's interest.

"Hehe, just kidding. To make Morgan smile happily, I'll also make a groom's suit to match her wedding dress. So don't worry."

Habertrot's eyes held a smile.

The group arrived in Gloucester during this conversation.

This is a very special place in the whole of Britain, and can actually be regarded as a semi-autonomous region.

The chieftain of the Winged Clan, Morian, is a descendant of the ancestor, Yaling.

Her ability is extremely unique among fairies; she can create a vast fairy domain that can alter the rules of the world.

Unlike Woodworth, who can only defend instantly.

It is an all-weather operation.

From the moment they stepped into Gloucester's territory, everyone sensed a subtle shift in the rules.

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Chapter Eleven Gloucester, Arrival [Please subscribe! Please give flowers!]

Let me briefly explain the Fairy Realm here.

That was Morian's successful embodiment of spirituality and vile character as a boundary realm of the rule of "the denial of power".

Simply put, it is a "reversed" nature.

What Gloucester could not accept was strength acquired through training.

No matter who it is, even Morgan.

Upon entering Gloucester, one will only possess the initial power.

In other words, anyone who enters Gloucester's territory will be weakened to only level one.

This rule, however, will not bind Morian.

Therefore, she is generally considered the strongest in this field.

Du Wei's existence is somewhat special, and he is also not affected by this rule.

The group entered the city of Gloucester.

"Hmm... Is this Gloucester...? It's much more subtle than I imagined...?"

Mordred arrived in the city and shared his thoughts.

Pale pink clouds and mist swirled in the air, and although the buildings varied in style, they did not give a chaotic feeling.

Flat top, cylinder, pointed...

Things that appear large from a distance seem small up close, but common sense doesn't apply here.

Sometimes it even rains pink rain.

Colorful rainbows can be seen everywhere on the streets.

Anything can happen here.

Even if it's a man turning into a woman, or a woman turning into a man.

All of the above are quite common here.

Gloucester is arguably the most vibrant city in Britain.

As for why...

It changes its theme every so often.

"Oh dear, I'm your guide. Lady Morian sent me here to wait for you after receiving your message. You must be the Fairy Knight, Lord Duvi, right?"

The female fairy came before Du Wei and the others.

In a brief moment, I experienced the local customs and culture.

"Yes, I am Du Wei."

"Great! I never expected to have the honor of meeting you here! I'll take you all to Lady Morrigan's residence now. By the way! Did you really come up with the ideas for those cafes and nightclubs?"

"Well, that's all in the past..."

The female fairies chatted casually as they walked down the street.

The atmosphere was quite cheerful along the way.

Duvey once visited Gloucester, and he did quite a lot of things there.

"The theme of this year's Gloucester is 'Dazzling Things'. As a fairy knight, you are the most dazzling human I have ever seen. There is simply no one who can compare to you."

As the conversation progressed, the topic of Gloucester came up.

This piqued the interest of everyone.

"Dazzling things? What do you mean?"

Atalanta walked along the road with a slight frown on her brow.

Even if you understand the meaning of the theme, can there be a so-called standard for judging this?

"Don't take it too seriously. The point here is to have no standard, as long as people think 'that's good.' I remember the theme when I came here before was something like 'more incredible than anything else.'"

"Then what did you do, Master?"

Atalanta couldn't help but be curious about Duvi's past.

These kinds of things always generate discussion.

Du Wei's lips curled into a slightly amused smile, tinged with a hint of pleasure as he replied, "I fought every single guy I've ever fought. As humans, that must be the most incredible thing in their eyes."

"Wow, as expected of my Master! That's awesome!"

Mordred could imagine the scene.

His punches and kicks are unmatched.

No one expected Du Wei to choose this method, but it seemed to be the most direct and simple one.

That was far too brutal and overbearing.

However, it's something that Du Wei could do.

"By the way, they also made a lot of money."

Du Wei recalled, his tone still full of pleasure.

The time he spent traveling in Britain with Bavanshi was an unforgettable adventure for him.

It is hidden deep within my heart like a precious jewel.

When I share it, it always evokes a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of mixed emotions, including regret and reflection).

Am I already at the age where I feel sentimental and nostalgic?

Du Wei couldn't help but reveal a helpless smile.

If we really have to calculate his mental age, then he's probably about an old man himself.

"If we're talking about dazzling... Atalanta, I think her outfit is quite dazzling too. At least it's pleasing to the eye."

Du Wei's gaze fell on Atalanta.

Since using her second Noble Phantasm, Atalanta has remained in a berserk state and has not reverted to her previous state.

Fair, smooth skin paired with the soft fur unique to wild animals.

Her wild charm is evident in her.

"Ugh! Master, don't look at me like that... I made a vow to the goddess... It's really bothering me..."

Atalanta was slightly taken aback, and her pretty face flushed.