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

If she tries to argue back, she'll probably have to take even more classes, and then she won't be able to complain.

Although Castor appears clumsy.

But deep down, he was more cunning than anyone else.

“Very well. My husband, I have come to tell you something about the northern part of Britain.”

Morgan turned his gaze to Dewey.

His stern gaze softened considerably, almost a stark contrast to how he treated Castor.

A virtuous wife who treats her husband well, and a strict mother who educates her daughter.

The two don't seem out of place.

However, in Castor's eyes, Morgan's change was too great, and it seemed to be a completely different way of treating her.

No wonder Du Wei said she couldn't call Morgan "Mother".

The situation is now crystal clear.

"Northern Britain?"

"Well, I thought that after Britain was transformed into a demon realm, the royal clan would no longer be born. But it seems that's not what I thought."

"Could it be that a royal clan has been born?"

Du Wei raised an eyebrow, showing interest.

The royal clan is the most unique among the six fairy clans.

It is not a group like other fairies.

The original royal clan consisted of only one person, and she was able to become a clan because she had the ability to disperse power.

By distributing power among subordinates.

Then, through the loyalty of their subordinates, they can repay their strength and make the entire tribe a united community.

A king who holds the loyalty of his clan will not be defeated.

This is how the royal clan was.

However, they have quite obvious drawbacks.

Once the tribe loses its loyalty to the king, the king will be weakened to the point of having no power left.

This can be considered a two-way shackle.

"Based on the information observed by the familiars, and the fluctuations in magical energy, I estimate that this newly formed royal clan is trying to win over fairies and villagers. Should I handle this? Sending one clone should be enough."

Morgan spoke in a relaxed and nonchalant tone.

She was as relaxed as if she were tidying up a table, and came here just to ask her husband if he had any other ideas.

After all, she was not a queen who enjoyed dictatorship.

Special matters like these still need to be discussed with Du Wei.

"No need. Since she was born from my Demon Realm, she has a reason for existing and is a member of this land. I will go and meet her myself."

Du Wei was very interested in the royal clan.

It is no exaggeration to say that the whole of Britain is made up of his soul, and that every blade of grass and every tree is made of his blood.

The royal clan was born from the longing of the departed fairies.

Ninety percent of the fairies have been absorbed into Duve's body, and the royal clan has still been born in Britain.

The remaining ten percent of the fairies live in Britain.

They couldn't possibly have had the desire to give birth to a royal clan, so the reason is most likely those deceased fairies.

That's the only way to put it.

If every blade of grass and every tree in Britain is made of Duve's blood, then can the beings born from the many departed souls be considered his offspring?

One is the whole, and the whole is one.

The millions of souls are Du Wei himself, and Du Wei also symbolizes the existence of the millions of souls.

This view is not unreasonable.

“Is that so? Then let Melusin go with us. The royal clan has Albion’s protection, so it’s most suitable for her to go.”

"Very well. How is the research on the techniques progressing?"

Du Wei pulled Morgan Lou into his arms.

She did not reject her husband's care and affection, but instead leaned weakly in his arms, enjoying a moment of bliss.

"It will be perfect in just two or three years. Then we will make those who have offended us pay for their crimes in blood. Just like you said, my husband—annihilate them all."

"Yes, we must carry out the extinction of all phenomena. But don't overwork yourself. What matters most to me is this land and our people."

"I'll pay attention."

A warm feeling welled up in Morgan's heart.

After a brief period of succumbing to temptation, she left her husband, showing a slight reluctance at the moment of parting.

But reason ultimately prevailed over emotion.

A little warmth like this is enough; any more and you'll really get drowning in it and won't be able to get out.

She still needs to prepare the procedure.

"Well....."

Castor watched from the side, bewildered.

He only dared to peek out from Dewey after Morgan left.

She felt that the relationship between Duve and Morgan was very close, like the kind of marital relationship she had been taught.

I don't understand this complicated emotion.

However, they seem to have an enviable kind of happiness.

"Have you seen enough?"

"Whoa!"

Caster stood there stunned as he was flicked on the forehead.

From the very beginning, Duve knew that Caster was watching, but not wanting to spoil the atmosphere, he didn't say much.

Morgan was usually only so vulnerable when he was alone with him.

However, this time they didn't notice that Custer was there.

It's easy to see that she devoted a lot of energy to the procedure, and managing the trivial matters in Britain was also one of her priorities.

Although Bagst was there to help, the fatigue from studying Eternal Destruction alone was immense.

What motivated her to act in this way was love.

It's the idea of ​​wanting to give back.

With a loving and devoted wife like Morgan, Du Wei could only feel happiness and gratitude.

They acted to protect this land.

We will not back down to anyone.

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Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Tempting Chocolate Field [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

So, are we going out this time?

"That's right, we should go to Edinburgh to check on the royal family's situation. Maybe we can get along well with her. By the way, they produce a lot of chocolate there, so I don't think we'll dislike it, right?"

"Oh, that's awesome!!"

Caster, carrying the Staff of Selection which seemed disproportionate to his height, walked with Duve along the corridor.

I was very happy to hear that my favorite dessert was included.

British desserts are quite rare, mainly because Morgan once banned the spread of sweets.

This is to prevent fairies from popularizing desserts.

This restriction was lifted only after Britain became a demon realm, but many people still forgot about sweets.

Only a small number of people know how to cook.

Bagst happened to be one of the experts in making it, and Castells was fortunate enough to taste it a few times.

"Duwei! Duwei! Let's hurry to Edinburgh!"

Castor's eyes seemed to sparkle like stars.

They looked like they couldn't wait to take action.

"Don't rush. I need to find some other people to go with before we go to 27. Just be patient."