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Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Only Royal Clan [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

"That's enough, you shameless tourists! You've been running amok on my land. How dare you be so reckless? Do you want to turn the next generation into my slaves?"

The pink-haired girl's words conveyed a spoiled yet clear declaration.

He was wearing a black Celtic-style jumpsuit.

His capable and refreshing face exuded a heroic air, and his gaze was as cold and piercing as a biting wind.

Arms crossed over the chest gives a sense of composure and imposing presence.

The tone of voice gives the initial impression of arrogance, as if the speaker is acting like someone in a superior position.

Demonstration against people waiting in the rice paddies.

She was followed by several oddly dressed, armed soldiers—or rather, soldiers who were practically naked.

His bare upper body revealed powerful muscles.

It's so good it leaves you speechless.

"Is that... the new royal clan!?"

Melusine immediately realized the other person's identity.

They entered a state of armed combat without hesitation.

The mask placed in front of the breastplate was then worn on the face, once again conveying a cold aura like a killing weapon.

The warm atmosphere changed dramatically in an instant.

Castor lost his appetite for chocolate.

She wiped the chocolate off her lips and quickly got up.

167 "So you're a fairy from the royal clan? Britain isn't the Britain of the past anymore. I won't let such a scoundrel destroy my home! Prepare yourself!"

Castor brandished a staff that was ill-fitting to him.

The firm conviction conveyed in the tone was evident.

But her declaration of war, delivered from such a petite frame, would only make others feel that it was immature and childish.

I have absolutely no interest in it.

"Huh? Who is it? I have no intention of competing with a child. Maybe they can compete with me when they're more mature. Also, I have a name too. I'm called Noknarea, and I'm the next generation of the Great Fairy Meb."

Noknarea looked down at Castor.

From the moment he arrived, he acted as if he didn't take her seriously, successfully making Caster experience what it felt like to be looked down upon.

“I never said I wanted to destroy Britain. After all, Britain should be mine, and what I want is the throne.”

"Hmm... This guy is underestimating me...!"

Castor was furious and wanted to go up and fight her.

I can't stand the other party's arrogant attitude.

I feel like I absolutely can't get along with this girl named Noknarea, and I'm determined to teach her a lesson.

Britain has no need for peace-disrupting individuals.

Having lived in this peaceful utopia since childhood, I enjoy this moment more than anyone else.

He gradually grew up under Du Wei's influence.

This led her to dislike other worlds and pan-human history.

Du Wei also let her use her fairy eyes to peek into the so-called real world, and she didn't want to experience that dirty feeling a second time.

Castells was imbued with Duvet's ideas.

He was also his most devoted son, who believed most in his ideals.

"I'm not someone you can just take down so easily. I won't ignore someone like me who disrupts peace!"

Caster's chosen staff shimmered with aurora.

The surrounding soldiers assumed a fighting stance.

Noknarea stared at Caster with interest, deliberately waiting for him to unleash his magic.

Magical characters, woven into the air, danced rapidly.

"Drink!"

Castor stared at Noknarrea and shouted.

The magical light burst forth in full.

as a result--

"What? That's it?"

Noknarea lowered her raised hand.

She blocked the magical light emitted by Castor with one hand, without even harming the surrounding plants or trees.

"Waaaaah... I... I failed... I failed..."

Castor's little face flushed red.

The overwhelming embarrassment in her chest felt so intense it seemed to shatter the universe, leaving her feeling utterly ashamed.

"I really thought it was going to be amazing, but I didn't expect... It seems my intuition was wrong. This is the first time this has ever happened, and that alone is something to be proud of."

Noknarea smiled faintly and said.

Every word was extremely harsh to Castor, like a silent mockery piercing his heart.

He clearly wanted to show off in front of everyone.

But it turned out like this.

"Waaah... I'm so sorry I'm so weak... I'll try my best... I'll try my best..."

Castor's momentum vanished completely.

It felt like someone was walking out the door laughing with their head thrown back, and then suddenly tripped and fell flat on their face right in front of the door.

And it happened in public.

It's so embarrassing, it's a disgrace to the family.

Even Du Wei couldn't help but chuckle.

"Don't try to steal the spotlight if you haven't honed your skills properly next time, or you'll only end up like this. Now step down."

"Yes...I understand..."

Du Wei patted Caster's little head.

Mary hugged her and patted her head.

This warm, maternal glow eased much of the awkwardness in Castor's heart.

This kind of blunder happened on our first meeting.

I can't even bring myself to be serious.

"Noknarea, Britain is not what it used to be, yet you still want to be king?"

“That’s right, the current state of Britain doesn’t quite align with my wishes, so I’m going to take action to make changes. Although you seem like an inferior human, I can’t seem to sense that inferiority in you. Interesting.”

Noknarea sized up Du Wei.

I sensed that this man was fatally different from other humans, but I didn't know where to begin.

His presence felt strange.

Perhaps others don't feel this way when they're with Du Wei.

When Nokneria faced Duve, she felt as if she were facing "everything," and it seemed that the whole of Britain was conveying this message.

This man embodies the essence of Britain.

"Britain exists because of me, and it exists because of my ideals. Knowing this, you still want to be king?"

Du Wei did not show any hostility.

Upon seeing Noknarea, I had only one feeling—that she was a life form in Britain that was only natural to exist.

That is, cells that are born from other domains.

Everyone wants to treat themselves well.

So Du Wei also had a strange feeling, somewhat similar to when he first met Castor.

To say that Castor was his adopted child.

Narnia is his biological child.

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