To become a king and a magician

“I can assure you that I did not see anything at the time,” Melusin said earnestly. “At least when I was patrolling in the air, there was nothing unusual in that direction.”

"So, it happened after Merusin came down?"

Xia Chuanhu raised an eyebrow: "Fan, do you know where that is?"

"We can't tell from the distance, but the direction is right in the direction of the Wind Clan's encampment—let's go check it out, Tiger. Maybe the Wind Clan's encampment has been attacked by Morse."

"it is good."

The wind beneath them surged suddenly, and the three figures instantly sped off towards the direction where the thick smoke was rising!

......

The place where the thick smoke was rising was not far away. With Xia Chuanhu traveling at full speed, the three of them arrived above it in just a few dozen seconds.

The scene below is a village engulfed in flames.

For some unknown reason, flames engulfed the entire village, and choking smoke billowed into the sky like a storm. Amidst the sea of ​​fire, one could faintly hear the shouts of some people.

Without much thought, Xia Chuanhu snapped his fingers, conjuring an incredibly thick rain cloud directly above the village. A torrential downpour immediately poured down, and the rain, like a burst dam, visibly washed over the village, which was full of flames, extinguishing the intensely burning fire.

Immediately after that, a portion of the fierce wind beneath Xia Chuanhu separated and instantly transformed into a gust of wind, blowing away all the thick smoke and carrying it far away.

"That's fine."

Landing with Ash and Melusin, Natsukawa Torama looked at the village that had been burned to ruins—there was practically no intact place left; every house was charred like charcoal, and everywhere one could see lifeless figures lying on the ground.

Perhaps all those who died were demons.

Humans in the Fairy Kingdom are all slaves and could not possibly have such a village. Only fairies could gather here and live, and they are probably fairies who have been exiled.

While flying through the air, Natsukawa Tiger had only caught a glimpse of a larger settlement in the distance. However, the fairies here did not go to that settlement but instead built one here. The only fairies that could be thought of were those who had been exiled by their original clans.

"There were no survivors."

After sensing it for a moment, Natsukawa Tora said.

Even though he had heard some shouts while flying in the sky, they were no longer heard. Xia Chuanhu's perception ability could even detect breathing sounds, but now he could not sense any life.

The entire village was burned down.

Seeing that Ash's face had darkened, Natsukawa Tiger patted her shoulder: "Don't worry about it, Ash. It's just that a group of fairies died. The next generation will be born soon."

"Ok, I know."

Ash quickly composed herself: "But why did a fire suddenly break out here?"

This is a very suspicious thing.

Moreover, even if we disregard the cause of the fire, it's strange that all the fairies were burned to death by the flames—although they couldn't compare to Natsukawa Tora, each fairy should be able to use the illusion manifestation technique to some extent, so even if they couldn't extinguish the flames, it shouldn't be a problem for them to avoid being burned to death.

But the result was that the fairies and the village were all burned to death.

"What exactly is this...?"

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Suddenly, a round of applause rang out in front of the three of them. Then, on the scorched earth in front of them, a black mass that looked like a swarm of insects emerged from nowhere, surging and gathering together, gradually forming a human shape—or more precisely, the appearance of a young girl.

After bowing politely to the three of them, the girl smiled and said, "What a wonderful firefighting, what a wonderful emergency rescue! As expected of an elf, whose status is far above us fairies, it is truly amazing and a pure manifestation of fantasy."

"However, it's a pity that despite having such power, they couldn't save a single fairy in the end."

"Truly incompetent."

52. A grudge that has lasted for 3,600 years

--inability.

Hearing the adjective come from the girl's mouth, Natsukawa Torato couldn't help but feel a sense of novelty.

He hadn't been described with such words in many years.

"Judging from their tone, it seems like they're blaming me for not rescuing the fairies here in time?"

"Yes, of course."

The girl responded with a smile.

"After all, you are the savior, the savior who is 14,000 years late. Since you are so late, you must do something to make up for it, don't you think?"

"【Star Sword Master】?"

compensate?

Natsukawa Tiger couldn't help but chuckle: "That's quite an interesting way of putting it. I'm late... well, I really am late. If I could, I would have liked to come earlier."

"boom-----------!"

Without drawing his holy sword, he merely cleaved the earth in front of him with a single, dazzling slash of light. Natsukawa Tora looked at the girl who was standing perfectly at the edge of the area and said, "If I could have come fourteen thousand years ago, I could have annihilated all six primordial fairies, the source of all evil, and solved the Lostbelt problem at its root."

"That's really surprising. That couldn't have been the power of the Holy Sword, could it?"

Completely ignoring Xia Chuanhu's words, the girl savored the brilliance that had just torn apart the ground beneath her feet: "I thought you would get angry and use the Holy Sword to attack me."

"After all, it was I who burned all the fairies here to death."

"!"

Ash's eyes and expression trembled for a moment, and then Natsukawa Tiger, who was closest to her, felt waves of magic emanating from her.

Gripping his staff tightly, Ash's eyes gradually turned cold: "Did you do this?"

“Yes, that’s right.” The girl laughed. “Because these fairies are really damned. They finally managed to materialize, so they just tested their power and burned this whole place down.”

"It felt surprisingly refreshing! Watching those fairies suffer terribly in the fire was a shame; they were so fragile, they burned up in just a short while. It wasn't satisfying at all—"

"Buzz————————!"

A powerful magical light suddenly burst forth from the tip of the staff in Ash's hand, and a complex magic circle instantly took shape, from which several dazzling spears of light shot out swiftly!

Natsukawa Torato could sense that Ash was extremely angry.

Even though Morgan's memories have taught her that fairies are a hopeless bunch, and her thousands of years of life have made her realize their true nature, she still harbors a sliver of hope for fairies today, given her childhood experiences, and remains committed to saving them.

Now, a person who takes pleasure in tormenting fairies has appeared before her. Even without knowing who she is, her behavior alone is enough to arouse strong hostility towards her.

but--

"—!"

Just as the beams of light were about to touch the girl's body, they all stopped in mid-air, then turned into dust and dissipated (petrified? decomposed?).

"Om-!"

Just as Natsukawa Tora was pondering, Ash's staff once again shone with magical light, and dozens of deep blue flames, each the size of a human head, flew out from the top of the staff at the same time, rushing towards the girl like a meteor shower!

However, just like before, the flames stopped abruptly when they reached the girl, then disintegrated into dust.

The girl smiled slightly: "It's no use, fairy of the paradise. Your magician can't hurt me, because that's how my existence is set up."

"set up?"

"Well, after all, my essence is to rebel against your existence, so naturally I have to target you as much as possible—"

"Bang------!"

Before the girl could finish speaking, she was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing right through the ruins behind her.

Putting down the foot he had used to kick people, Natsukawa Tora looked at the girl lying in the ruins not far away.

(The feeling of not causing any real damage...it was more like kicking a sponge.)

"Physical attacks won't work either."

Slowly climbing out of the ruins, the girl dusted herself off: "My body's physical resistance is set at the standard of being able to withstand a holy sword, but a kick like this won't hurt me."

A body designed with the Holy Sword as its hypothetical enemy?

"You were... created?"

"Well... anyway, it's nothing to hide, so it's okay to tell the truth." The girl opened her arms. "I was born to destroy this island. Because the fairies are so hopeless, because the fairies deserve to die, that's why I was born."

"—From the deepest part of this island."

The deepest part of the island?

(That's it—)

Ash realized something.

Natsukawa Torato, however, asked directly: "Are you—Vortigern? Or Oberon?"

“No, neither.” The girl shook her head. “I am neither Vortigern nor Oberon, just a mass-produced model.”

"Mass production model?"

"Isn't there a history of pan-humanity? Mass-produced magical beasts, the eleven children of the Mother Goddess of Creation."

The girl smiled and explained, "The reason is that 3,600 years ago, when someone from Pan-Human History appeared in this Lostbelt, this world also received some of the influence from Pan-Human History."

"For example, the remains of the dragon Albion beside you—didn't she witness a beam of starlight from a holy sword 3,600 years ago?"

"I am the same at the deepest part of this earth."

Three thousand six hundred years ago, Morgan traveled to Lostbelt via spirit teleportation, entrusted everything to Ash, and then disappeared, returning to the Throne of Heroes.

However, Ash was not the only company influenced by Morgan.

Spirit transfer is a technique that transforms one's body into spirit particles, transfers it to another location, and then reconstructs it. Chaldea can perform individual-limited spirit transfers because it has a cage-like structure, without worrying about affecting the surrounding environment.

Morgan did not use a basket at the time, and she also carried out the spirit transfer during such a special period of human incineration.

As a result, Morgan brought a portion of pan-human history, namely historical records, to this Lostbelt.

The radiance of the holy sword that Melishin witnessed was the same image that Natsukawa Tora had wielded in the past.

"I saw that beam of light too."

"The star that will save the world, the star that will destroy all evil, the star that will eventually come to this world."

“That’s really bad,” “We definitely have to find a way to deal with that,” “If we don’t take it seriously, we’re doomed”—Although I don’t care about my own life or death, I don’t want to be killed before I completely destroy this island.

"So I—no, I should say [we] were born."

The girl laughed.