Otherwise, you can find another savior.

"That's how long I can live." Xijian said.

Mab was stunned, as if he was digesting the facts before him.

It was not until she led them to the chief's tent that Mab finally showed an expression of giving up thinking.

Unlike the slightly nomadic-style state of the city, Mab's own residence is a small castle built of wood and stone, with a courtyard large enough to accommodate thousands of people.

The entrance and surrounding areas were patrolled and guarded by soldiers from Edinburgh.

"So, why would a witch and a sage, both famous throughout Britain, come to my city?"

Following Mab into this castle without any luxurious decorations, and after sitting down in her reception room, Mab asked this when the fairy servant came over to pour wine. As she said this, she looked at Ash and Shiomi with an undisguised shrewd smile on her face.

"Not only that, but they're also providing support to the surprise attack team sent against me in the Border Forest? Are they planning to announce to Britain that the sages and witches intend to join my forces and contribute to the prosperity of the northern elves?"

"That's not the case."

The two answered in unison, without even a syllable's difference, which left Mab stunned.

"It's just that the sage is interested in the northern fairies, so he took the time to come and take a look." Jian looked at the wine glass in front of him but did not reach out to take it.

"Interested?" Mab stared at Shiomi. "Do you suspect my wine is poisoned?"

He picked up the wine glass, put it to his nose and sniffed it, then put it down. "No, I just think the taste is not very good. It seems that your winemaking technology is completely immature."

"This is the best wine in our Edinburgh. It's not inferior to what the fairy clans in the south drink!" Mab obviously felt insulted. He slammed his hands on the table, stood up, and looked at Xijian angrily.

Her personality is similar to Maeve's, and she will get angry if her pain is slightly touched.

But the reasons and positions for anger are quite different.

Shiomi silently commented in her heart, then looked at Ash: "Is there any of our own wine left?"

"I brought a lot this time." Jian took out a leather wine flask from his waist, "I think I still have more than half."

It looked like just enough for two people to have a few sips, but in fact, the wine was compressed into space through magic, and a lightweight technique was added from the outside, so it could be hung around Jian's waist like an ornament.

In fact, this small pot of wine is about the size of a Bordeaux barrel, about 220 to 230 liters.

Fifteen years had passed since they left the island and embarked on their journey to the British mainland.

"I'll tell you the brewing technique later. Try it first."

After Shiomi poured Ash's wine into his own cup, he poured half a cup into the empty cup and pushed it back in front of Mab.

Before he could figure out the other party's intentions, the wine he had kindly offered was belittled. Mab was not very satisfied, and now the other party had taken out wine of unknown origin.

Mab picked it up hesitantly and suddenly smelled the strong and mellow aroma of wine.

I was a little worried at first, but now I suddenly felt that even if it was poisonous, it wouldn't matter if I suffered a little.

As the pure descendant of the original northern goblins, Mab, who has gathered the power of all his ancestors, has extremely high resistance to poison.

The moment the wine entered her throat, her head seemed to double in size, and a strong sense of happiness hit Mab hard. It was a wine she had never tasted before, rich and refreshing. The overpowering pleasure of the taste overwhelmed her sense of smell, and even her vision and touch became dulled.

On days when he wasn't in Britain, Shiomi spent his time studying winemaking techniques. He wasn't a great brewer himself, but he had only achieved this level through countless years of accumulated experience.

"Alright! I admit you're qualified to say that!" Mab slammed her empty glass on the table and drank the wine they gave her in one gulp. She was in a very good mood at the moment. "As a greeting gift, I'm very satisfied. Now, let's talk about your purpose of coming. If you're just traveling here, then forget it."

"She just said that I'm simply interested in the Northern Fairies." Xi Jian sat upright in her seat, "Especially, what are the origins of the Northern Fairies?"

Chapter 30: A Vague History

Shiomi's words cooled the lively atmosphere even further.

Slowly crossing his arms, Mab stared at Shiomi with displeasure, "Why are you asking such a thing?"

"As far as I know, during the Spring War, six clans attacked the northern elves living in Orkney. It's said that the continent expanded into that area, leading the six clans to discover that there were other elves and lands beyond their own," Shiomi said softly. "I've been researching the history of this island, but unfortunately, none of the clans have a habit of recording their history. Documents, murals, and other materials are very limited."

The verifiable history of the Fairy Kingdom can be traced back to the creation myth more than 7,000 years ago.

"The gods created a land for the first six-winged Arling to live in the ocean of nothingness."

This is the most widely circulated myth.

If calculated based on 2017 AD, the year before Shiomi arrived in this era, it would be around BC.

In the world of magicians, there is an ancient history that only a very few magicians know clearly.

As the Age of Gods receded from the surface of the earth, only a very small number of human magi knew about it.

Shiomi learned about this from her master Scathach.

In 14000 BC, the predatory planet-hunting vanguards from space, the huge white giants ravaged the civilization of prehistoric Earth. In the end, they were defeated by the first generation holder of the holy sword Excalibur, which gathered the wishes of the stars, and saved the planet from the crisis of end.

From then on, the decline of the Age of Gods became inevitable.

But that was the pan-human history that Shiomi knew, a history that continued until 2017.

In this Lostbelt, on this island of Britain where elves thrive and humans are kept as captives, history must have diverged at some point.

Since the history of this fairy island can only be traced back to around 12,000 BC.

Based on this, Shiomi made a hypothesis that fourteen thousand years ago, the white giant was not repelled for some reason, and eventually destroyed the planet, turning the surface into an ocean of nothingness.

He once tried to create a familiar that could fly from England to America on the island where Hejian lived in seclusion. However, when the familiar's magic power was exhausted, there was no feedback that it had reached the land.

In addition, the sea water around Britain has no signs of life, not even microorganisms.

If we consider all this as the result of the white giant's actions, we can only draw one conclusion: all life on the surface of the earth, including the land, was "eaten".

Britain is a new land that was born on this earth after the white giant left.

Based on a comparative analysis of the history of Fairy Island and pan-human history, Shiomi believes that in order to find out the reason for the birth of this island and understand the fundamental reason for the mission of Ash as a fairy of paradise, the northern fairies are the existence they must contact.

As the last true northern fairy, Shiomi thought that Mab might have the memories passed down to her by the entire tribe, so she asked this question.

"I see. So after all this searching, you've finally traced it back to me, a Northern Fairy?" Mab showed an understanding, though not entirely happy, expression. "Edinburgh isn't the original territory of the Northern Fairies. What was once their territory is now the territory of the Mirror Clan."

"Mirror Clan?" Ash was stunned.

"There's no benefit in hiding it from you. It would be better for me to tell you," Mab said. "We northern elves originally relied on the remains of the last dragon to build our land and survive."

"Albion." Shiomi said lightly.

Mab raised his eyebrows again: "You know it very well."

"No, I just happened to know." Xijian shook his head.

In pan-human history, Albion was ultimately unable to return to the inside and died on the way. His body became one of the cornerstones of the Magic Association, namely the Tomb of Albion.

Shiomi just didn't expect that in the history here, Albion died directly on the surface and floated on the ocean.

"I heard... after the six clans wiped out the northern goblins, their corpses whispered, 'It's your turn next.'" Ash suddenly asked, "What does this mean?"

"Of course, it's literal. The six clans that destroyed the northern goblins will eventually be destroyed in the same way," Mab pointed out the fact bluntly. "And wasn't the Rain Clan destroyed by the other clans? It seems that only the Mirror Clan didn't take action?"

She didn't know the origins of the ash, but gave her answer in an indescribably spicy tone.

So Mab's words once again hurt Jian's heart. Her face turned very bad and she lowered her head in silence.

Shiomi held her hand under the table, trying his best to convey his warmth and concern.

"So as the last descendant of the northern fairies, you don't know why they have to rely on the remains of the last dragon to survive?" Xijian asked.

"I don't know." Mab's attitude was very calm.

She did inherit the memories and power of her clan, and was born as the only "next generation", but she did not know everything.

Especially why Britain was born.

Knowing that there was no way to get any more results, Shiomi casually asked a few questions about the northern goblins' future plans, left a technical guide to winemaking, and left Mab's castle with Ash.

"I'm sorry, it was my curiosity that made you endure Mab's violent words."

After arriving on the streets of Edinburgh, Shiomi gently stroked Ash's back and said to her comfortingly.

Jian smiled softly and shook his head. "...It's not exactly outrageous... Besides, Tianxi just wants to get to the bottom of Britain's situation. You should wait until you've figured out the whole story before telling me what you think, right?"

"That's true, but I think it's more necessary to share with you the information I've learned over the past three hundred years rather than analyzing it alone," Shiomi said softly.

"Yeah." Ash nodded seriously and looked at Xijian with a questioning look. "Besides... now that we've come to the north, I want to go back to Orkney to take a look."

"Zhen?" Xijian was stunned, thinking that she was forcing herself again.

Ash's hand rested on his heart. "I've been running away all these years. Although I've been constantly suppressing disasters and settling disputes, I haven't seriously considered the wishes entrusted to me by the Rain Clan."

"Is it because after seeing the living conditions of the goblins in the north, they realized that it is not too far away to let all clans live in peace and build a Britain without disputes?" Xijian guessed the reason.

"No, I'm just a little bit dissatisfied. If in the end I didn't do anything, and Mab achieved that ideal in her own way, wouldn't that be terrible?"

Ash shyly confided his true feelings into Shiomi's ear.

"It's very much your style."

Chapter 31: Homeland

After more than three hundred years, Jian felt mixed emotions when he set foot in Orkney in northern Britain again.

She spent the best sixteen years of her life here, and just before she turned sixteen, she met the man she fell deeply in love with.

The country that was supposed to carry beautiful memories for a long life and become her homeland no matter where she traveled to was reduced to ruins on the day she turned sixteen, the day she was supposed to make a lifelong vow with the one she loved.

The closer he got to his hometown, the heavier his steps felt.

Seeing this, Shiomi thought about trying to persuade her, but since she had already decided on a direction, she would not change it easily. This character had been known from a long time ago.

What he didn't expect was that this opinion was an innate nature, not an acquired quality.

"Don't worry about me, I'm just a little nervous." Jian suddenly told Xijian.

Likewise, she also saw his concern and worry that was evident but could not be expressed in words.

"It's okay to worry." Shiomi smiled, "But I won't stop you."

"The road is rough and difficult. Without you to support me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to get all the way here."

As Jian spoke, he exerted a little strength in his hands, used his rock-hard arms as a fulcrum, and jumped over the mud pit blocking the road.

It was midsummer, but Orkney was still snowing heavily. Jian chose not to force his way through knee-deep snow. Two days' journey from their homeland, they camped and rested for over two weeks before finally finding a cloudy day with no snow, clearing the way as they continued their journey.

"Okay, let's not talk about that anymore."

Ash lowered his head and examined the hem of his cloak.

There was a little bit of ice and snow hanging on it, but it wasn't a problem.

The accumulated snow makes a crackling sound when stepped on, and the sounds made by her and Shiomi are slightly different.

"There's something I haven't told Tianxi explicitly. It's not that I'm intentionally hiding it." Jian's voice was soft but calm, "It's just that after that day, all I could think about was, 'I don't want to care about the fairy mission in Paradise anymore. I just want to live quietly with my husband until the end of time.'"

"Yeah." Shiomi nodded. "I can sense that. During the first ten years of your seclusion, you didn't even want to discuss magic with me."

At that time, Jian was like a British fairy who only knew how to enjoy herself. She numbed herself with physical and spiritual pleasures and indulged herself in the gentle paradise he built for her.

It was not until a large-scale disaster befell Britain that Ash awakened to her mission, which she had never forgotten, that she decided to embark on her journey to Britain again.

However, even so, Jian just continued to walk on this land, making superficial explorations.

It was not until today that Jian finally wanted to face up to the entire mission, and then set out for the homeland that he had always avoided in his heart but had never really left.

"Because power means responsibility, and I... don't want to accept that responsibility," Jian said seriously. "But I didn't expect Tianxi to be so tolerant of me. Even though I've become a wasteful person, he's still the same."

"As a husband, how can I abandon my wife?" Xijian shook his head slowly with a firm attitude.

Jian knew what he was thinking and laughed. "I've strayed off topic. What I want to tell Tianxi is that my journey as a fairy from Paradise isn't just about traveling around Britain and interacting with the various clans."

"I can feel that it's not that simple." Xijian nodded and motioned for Jian to continue.

"To be precise, this is my pilgrimage as a fairy of paradise," Ash continued. "In the Rain Clan's city, there's a bell-ringing hall, where something called the 'Pilgrimage Bell' is placed."

According to the original plan, the Rain Clan planned to have Shiomi and Ash's wedding, and on the last day of the harvest festival, he, as the husband, would witness Ash ringing the first bell as a fairy of paradise.

"Are you planning to return to Orkney this time to go to the Bell Hall and touch and ring the bell?" Xi understood and further confirmed Jian's mood.

She clutched her chest with her hand. "Well, after three hundred years, it's about time I face it. The only surprising thing is that as I approached my homeland and the city's outline gradually became clearer in my vision, I realized my heart still ached."

"It might be a little irresponsible to say this. I feel happy and sad at the same time. This is proof of being alive." Xi Jian responded softly, "But three hundred years is still too short for you. Perhaps it will take more time for this pain to dissipate."

His words suddenly made Jian laugh. "Three hundred years is actually quite a long time. Apart from Tianxi, no other person or fairy can accompany me for that long."

When she thought that such a time would continue for a long time in the future, she could feel a sense of happiness filling her heart, and the pain of losing her homeland became less acute.

Just as he said, sooner or later, this pain will disappear naturally.