What to do? What to do? What to do?
The little figure in the girl's heart was constantly poking her index fingers together. This was the real world, after all. She had heard people talk about storybooks—she had secretly eavesdropped on others discussing the stories. After all, as a Child of Prophecy raised in a stable like free-range livestock, those fairies would never buy storybooks for her.
Since reality wasn't following the plot development of a storybook, there was no reason for a Big Villain to just let the Protagonist go upon meeting them before the Protagonist had grown up, right? If the Big Villain before her wanted to kill her directly, that would be a perfectly normal thing, wouldn't it?
For every step Aslan took forward, the girl before him retreated a few inches. This made Aslan involuntarily touch his chin. Then, with a gentle wave of magical energy, he formed a thin one-way mirror. Looking at his own appearance, and then at the Mors surrounding him like obedient puppies, was his image really that scary?
Wasn't this quite handsome? In Dragon terms, this was the highest grade of gold, eyes like a god, and the oppressive aura on his body was proof of power. With so many cute Mors around him—like cells guarding against viruses—no matter how one looked at it, he fit the positive image of a "World Cleaner." How could he be scary?
If someone like him stood on a stage, he would garner the cheers of all giant dragons.
"Am I that terrifying?"
Aslan took another two steps forward. The girl before him whipped her head to the side, then took a deep breath and pointed the staff in her hand at the figure before her, who looked like a final boss.
"How can an existence who stays with these pitch-black monsters not be terrifying?"
After all, the girl had watched these pitch-black monsters turn all the fairies into their own kind. And these monster-like existences would not attack the existence before her who looked like a young boy. How could she not be afraid? Moreover, there was an inexplicable voice in her heart telling her that the boy before her seemed to represent destruction.
"Monsters?"
Aslan tilted his head slightly and reached out to stroke the head of a Mors beside him. "I see. Do you call these automated biological defense units, created by this land to dispose of all viruses on this earth, 'monsters'? That is truly surprising. After all, to some extent, you are also a member of this island's virus cleanup crew. Logically speaking, you and these pitch-black little cuties are colleagues."
Aslan's words stunned the girl directly. Artoria suddenly realized that the existence before her, who looked like a young boy, seemed to know her very well. Did she also harbor some misconceptions about these black existences?
"Aren't these guys Mors?" Although the fairies of this village wouldn't spend much money on the girl before him, they would at least tell her about history and some common sense regarding fairies. Otherwise, if she was completely out of tune with the entire fairy collective, wouldn't that be telling everyone, "I have issues, come interrogate me quickly"?
"Pfft, hahaha!"
Looking at the girl's expression, Aslan couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Who told you that Mors cannot be existences protecting this land and cleaning up viruses? Is it just because they look pitch-black? Or is it because fairies look good, so they can't be disgusting guys? Don't tell me you haven't sensed the nature of these fairies.
"Except for the occasional few, there are no innocent beings among the fairies of this Britain. Their birth, their continuation, is a mistake. Otherwise, why would the Mors constantly infect fairies while sitting idly by when it comes to humans?"
Aslan walked a few steps forward and lifted the girl's chin directly. "Child of Prophecy, I don't care what you think right now, but I need you to know that the majority of fairies in this Fairy Britain have no necessity to survive. I will complete your mission and mine in my own way. When that time comes, whether you return to Paradise or go to other worlds has nothing to do with me."
Gently pinching the girl's cheek and looking at her expression, which was bewildered and somewhat at a loss, Aslan suddenly withdrew the smile on his face. Since he had already shown a pleasant face, it was time to say some harsh words. At the very least, he had to make the girl before him understand what the consequences would be if she stood on the opposite side of him.
Aslan, who now faintly possessed the temperament of a tyrant, would not give people a chance to regret. If, after his warning, someone still stood against him, then what Aslan would do was very simple: crush them mercilessly. Did a tyrant need a reason to kill someone?
"I don't care what choice you make next, but do not stand in my way... Otherwise, even if this face of yours gives me a certain sense of familiarity, I will crush you without mercy. You of this world are not the Red Dragon destined by fate."
The powerful sense of oppression, combined with the constantly burning flames around them, was simply like the arrival of the apocalypse. And within this apocalyptic scene, a White Dragon roared. Those golden eyes held a calmness within their intimidation, like an existence watching the world be destroyed, or rather, an existence that had decreed the fate of destruction.
It had to be said, having just understood her identity and recalled a part of her mission, yet encountering a Big Boss capable of destroying the world before even leaving the "Novice Village," Artoria's luck was truly something else. At this moment, the girl was indeed a bit frightened, and for a time, she couldn't stabilize her expression.
The girl, who could sense whether others were sincere or lying to her, naturally understood that every word the existence before her said was true. Whether it was about those pitch-black monsters, his judgment of these fairies, or that if she made the wrong choice, she would really lose her life!
What kind of suffering is this?
Looking at Artoria, who looked as if the last skewer of expensive Wagyu beef in the world had been snatched away from her, a faint smile appeared on Aslan's face again. So he raised his hand gently and pinched the girl's cheek again.
"In short, my patience has limits. And this Britain makes me very unhappy, so that limit will naturally become very low. So, don't say I didn't warn you. You are a smart child; you should understand what I mean."
Aslan stretched his body. "Next, I plan to go to the ruins of the Autumn War, Londinium, to find the truth about that King's sudden death back then. Do you plan to come along with me and see the disgusting appearance of the fairies?"