If the "Supreme Masterpiece" (Zeus) were still by Aslan's side right now, that old father, silently hiding away, would surely cover his mouth and lament that his son seemed to play even wilder games than he did. It really was the era of young people now. An old dragon like him was probably unloved by anyone; sure enough, he was fated only to babysit his grandchildren.
The girl turned her head to look at the burning village. Her good friend, the Black Knight Ector, was still there. She couldn't just leave like this. Aslan, however, gently shook his head; he roughly understood what the girl before him was thinking.
"There are no living fairies left here. Only you, me, my cute dog, and these Mors remain."
Aslan wasn't technically lying. His spatial seal isolated everything. The space inside couldn't be counted as this world, and the Black Knight was currently inside his seal. Aside from the girl before him and the Fairy Knight following him, there were indeed no other traces of fairies in this village at this moment; they had all turned into these cute little Mors.
Upon hearing such news, a look of disbelief and regret appeared on the girl's face. If not for her poor strength, her good friend wouldn't have died here. That was the only person she had made friends with so far who could be considered a confidant, and the only friend who was genuinely good to her.
Now that this friend was dead, or turned into that pitch-black Mors... the girl didn't want to accept either outcome.
"What? Are you grieving and regretting? You should never be the one to feel grief and regret. You didn't start this fire. The first Mors that appeared here had nothing to do with you. It was the fairies here losing their goals and original hearts that attracted these defense mechanisms. These calamities were planted in the distant past, at the moment this land was born."
Aslan covered the girl's ears with both hands, a somewhat malicious smile on his face. "Come, listen to what this island is muttering about right now. If you are destined to be the Child of Prophecy, you will definitely be able to see something. I am very curious—what changes will what you see and hear bring to you?"
Just like how he made Fairy Knight Gawain understand the truth of this world earlier, Aslan didn't have much patience to slowly narrate everything he knew to these little girls. It was better to let the island tell these fairies all its thoughts directly.
Even the Child of Prophecy would probably reveal a dull, stunned expression after receiving these stories of betrayal. Everything about this Fairy Britain was truly too shocking for this innocent Fairy of Paradise.
Without Aslan even needing to raise his hand to chop at the girl's neck, the girl before him rolled her eyes directly and fainted. Until the very end, she didn't tell Aslan whether she wanted to travel with him or not.
Fine. To avoid this girl standing on the opposite side of him, he would take this guy along for now. The chains wrapped around rapidly, and subsequently, Aslan threw the girl in his hands directly into the arms of Fairy Knight Gawain behind him.
In fact, Fairy Knight Gawain knew the Artoria of this world. They had met a few times inside the Black Knight's shop.
On the other side, within the Royal Capital, Camelot.
Woodwose naturally met the Queen he had been missing. In the great hall, which was basically empty of people, he also saw the little dragon constantly flying in mid-air, chasing a ball of magical energy, seemingly playing. Woodwose could be certain that this little dragon didn't seem to have any overly direct relationship with his Queen.
As the Queen's "loyal dog," just one look and one sniff of the scent were enough.
While breathing a sigh of relief in his heart, the loyal dog immediately knelt on one knee, performing the etiquette of a knight. "Respectful Queen, Woodwose sends you his greetings. Long time no see, you are still so majestic..."
Although he really wanted to add a suggestion that a little dragon flying around randomly like this truly ruined the solemn atmosphere of this palace, the loyal dog thought about it again and again, and ultimately didn't say it. Since the Queen had already made a decision, then as the Queen's loyal dog, there was naturally no need for him to say anything more.
At the same time, at this moment, Woodwose even felt some remorse for having suspected his own Queen. Unfortunately, although he felt remorse now, over time, his beastly nature would still make him impulsive. Woodwose was destined to be a tragedy, and destined to become a tool against the Queen when someone started plotting, only to feel regret at the very, very end.
His sense of morality and his body could not match. In fact, among all the fairies, the Fang Clan was probably the biggest failure. Pursuing the power of the bloodline and transforming themselves into beast forms, they also abandoned the rationality that is most important to higher intelligent beings.
If Aslan knew that the original development of this timeline was this loyal dog turning love into hate due to impulse, thereby sending his Queen to a dead end and becoming the direct driving force behind killing the Queen, he would probably just smile gently and nod. Because this race was destined to head toward such an ending.
Even in the spacetimes where Divine Beasts, Phantasmal Beasts, and Demonic Beasts existed, humans could occupy the main position on the continent. Didn't they rely exactly on that rationality which was completely different from beastly nature?
Beasts, when impulsive, are always the easiest existences to exploit. If Aslan's goal wasn't to destroy this kingdom but to eliminate that Queen, he would definitely use this loyal dog too. To some extent, the thoughts of villains are shared.
"Woodwose... Leaving your territory without permission. This is not a good thing..."
The Queen's voice reached his ears, causing this loyal dog to lower his head involuntarily. Indeed, this time he came to the Royal City without reporting to the Queen beforehand. Normally, he shouldn't have done this. If any major event occurred during this period, his sin would be great.
"Woodwose, I am the Queen of this land. Naturally, I can more or less sense what problems have appeared on this land. Another Mors disaster has erupted. During the time you rushed here, you missed the optimal time for suppression. I do not blame you, but I need you to suppress it as soon as possible."
The Queen's expression didn't change much. It was as if she were narrating a perfectly normal matter, without any sense of urgency in the face of Calamity. But when this sentence fell into the loyal dog's ears, it was like a thunderclap.