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

They no longer wish to harm humans or fairies.

Her intuition told her that these humans and fairies were innocent, beings of pure goodness stripped of malice.

There were no people or fairies she wanted to kill in her ideal world.

There was nothing I disliked.

"Hehe, I didn't expect to have such worries. I was thinking that if I were to have murderous intent, I would have to put in a lot of effort."

"You idiot Gawain, do you think I'm a serial killer?"

"...Hmm...Isn't that right?"

Bagst and Bavanshi stared at each other, wide-eyed.

The villagers smiled silently at the sight, and many were surprised by the fairy knight's performance.

However, it seems to make sense.

Fairy knights, like them, are not special beings; they are simply companions living in Utopia.

In that case, there is no reason not to receive them.

No one in the Demon Realm Britannia is special, because there is no such thing as superiority or inferiority here.

Everyone is enjoying the present moment.

Why do we compare ourselves to others and develop the desire to surpass them and become special?

The people here have never thought of it this way.

If someone does something exceptionally well and shines brightly.

So people or fairies in the Demon Realm of Britain wouldn't feel special, but would think, "Great, I can do that too."

There is no intention to compare.

Instead, they believe that everyone is the same, so they only need to put in the time to achieve it.

There is no joy derived from comparing superiority and inferiority; happiness comes more from the recognition of oneself and others.

This is the simplest thing in the world.

This is the manifestation of Du Wei's pure philosophy.

It completely eliminates the distinction between special and inferior, and is devoid of any malice; it is an ideal paradise for purely virtuous people—the Demon Realm: Britain.

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Chapter Sixteen: On the Eve of the Attack [Please Subscribe! Please Vote!]

"This is how it should be wrapped, like this..."

"oh oh....."

Mary and the children sat together.

They were weaving wreaths, while Mary, somewhat bewildered, tried to join in.

The process looked quite clumsy.

In fact, it wasn't just Mary; other children who weren't very skilled were also gradually weaving beautiful wreaths under the guidance of adults.

Some fairies watched with curiosity.

Creativity is something fairies don't have, so they enjoy the process of humans creating things.

"Du Wei, look what I made! Everyone just taught me how to make a wreath!"

Mary approached Duve like a child.

She showed off the wreath she had woven herself, and a joyful smile appeared on her normally pale face.

She didn't even realize she was smiling.

"Hehe, it looks even better when paired together...like this."

Du Wei took the wreath and placed it on Mary's head.

Emerald green vines adorned with vibrant flowers of various colors, complemented by Mary's radiant beauty, as dazzling as the sun.

There wasn't a single thing that felt out of place.

Her blank canvas is purer than anything else; no matter how she's styled, her beauty cannot be concealed.

"Well...."

Touching the wreath on his head.

Mary looked at the man in front of her who had put a crown of flowers on her head, and for some reason felt a little warm inside.

I don't understand; I've never had this experience before.

How can I describe something like this?

Mary, unable to think too much, didn't say much, but just stared blankly at Du Wei.

"How's it going? Does it feel good?"

Du Wei sat on the lawn not far from the others.

Looking at Ba Wanxing and the others getting along warmly with the villagers, a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

Mary pondered the question for a moment.

That pretentious look of hers is quite adorable.

"It feels great. Everyone in the village is so kind, and they don't mind when I make mistakes while teaching me. Du Wei, why don't you go and play with everyone?"

"Me? I'll just sit here for now. I'm already very happy just to see you like this. My domineering nature exists to protect this reality, and now I've finally received my reward."

Du Wei was holding a flower in his hand.

It may seem quite fragile, but no matter how much it is damaged, its beauty will never be erased.

Its "ugly" meaning has been taken away by the logic of domineering power.

Everything within the Demon Realm must adhere to its principles, whether it be the living, the dead, or even individuals without consciousness.

The only remaining meaning of flowers is their pure beauty.

If ugliness is removed from the beginning, then what remains is eternal beauty.

"If people can like the world I created, then that would be the greatest joy for me."

Duvet placed the flowers in Mary's golden hair.

The faint smile on his face carried a hint of tenderness.

Mary caught the feeling Duvena was conveying.

It makes people feel very warm and nostalgic.

"Hmph! Easily cut through!"

Not far away, Melusin swiftly swung the sharp blade in her hand.

The flash of swords streaked through the air, slicing through several pieces of fruit placed in front of her.

When the blade is returned to its sheath.

The fruit displayed on the cutting board, like blooming flowers, split into several pieces in front of the villagers.

Each piece is crescent-shaped.

Each one is perfectly accurate, with no error in size, making it dozens of times more precise than a machine.

"Wow, that's amazing!"

"I never expected to see the Fairy Knight wielding a sword. Such clean and skillful knife work would be perfect for cooking."

There wasn't even a moment to observe the sword swings.

Children and adults alike were amazed.

Melusin seemed to be getting along well with the villagers, while Bagst was discussing food and cooking.

When it comes to cooking, Bagst is an expert.

"Of course women should dress themselves up nicely!"

Bawanshi showed great interest in dressing up and was able to chat with the villagers.

Mary followed Duve and felt the warmth of the atmosphere (chbb).

Whether it's the pleasant temperature, the comforting atmosphere, or the stunning rural scenery before you, it's all wonderful.

These thoughts filled Mary with a myriad of emotions.

I want to reach out and embrace all of this, and I want everyone's happiness to continue like this forever.

Such a thought flashed through Mary's mind.

This was the first time she had an idea based on her own feelings.

"Let's go, the banquet is about to start."