Chapter 561 – 560. Welcome to Hell Britain (10)
Before setting sail for Britain, I am first discussing within Jormungand how to act in Britain. To be honest, the fairies are like mine… I just want to destroy all the rampaging fairy babies.
“But you can’t kill all the fairies, right?”
“… Are you asking this knowingly?”
Morgan responded with sullen eyes, asking what kind of bullshit he was talking about, and I also clicked my tongue at the obvious answer. Because in my heart, I really want to kill everyone.
“It is extremely contradictory to have two fairies next to you and yet hate them.”
“Hey, does it make sense for you to have a human next to you and create a child with that human’s genes?”
“…”
Ppadeuk-
“Mordred, the Blade of Conversion you made, and thanks to it, I survived Arthur, should I be thankful for this?”
This is what teabagging is.
It goes without saying, but it was probably Morgan’s last resort. No matter what they do, the Round Table destroys everything and survives, so in the end, it is Arthur’s descendants who kill him.
But even that almost failed.
Because someone reported Mordred, he was kicked out, and Arthur, who came to kill me, became friends with Mordred.
I almost lost to Lancelot, and in the end, she succeeded.
But…
“Don’t get upset for nothing. There are a lot of interesting secrets that I know, but which of them are true and which are lies is none of my business. If you try to scratch, I can scratch more. That’s what fucking fairies are so damned about. Pure evil that follows from pure purity is shit, and this is an absolute and immutable truth. Fairies that attack you before you are subjugated will be killed as enemies.”
“… I would have told you not to kill me.”
“Then you move faster and enslave them. And… If you mess with those enslaved fairies, you’ll kill them too. Know this.”
“Wow, that’s bloody. It’s really the first time I’ve seen Morgan go out of his way like this. It’s a little ‘different’ than usual, isn’t it?”
Is Merlin admiring, or is she being sarcastic?
“… But Clark, is there a way to kill that fairy?”
“If you find its true form and stop it with a human-made weapon or a weapon made of steel, it will die. So… You just need to stop it with a non-magical weapon.”
Was what I said to Liz also uncomfortable? In fact, the weapons that kill fairies are steel weapons, that is, weapons that have been touched by humans. Or…
“With the weapons I made that cut down the spirit body itself, it could leave no trace of existence… Otherwise, Anna could kill it, or else I could disintegrate the existence itself with my magic… “You can kill me just by telling me to ‘die’?”
“…”
Morgan closes his mouth. There are a ton of ways to kill.
“As long as you don’t get in the way, you’ll live. I’ll move as I do, and you either follow as you do, or move separately. I’ll make it clear, but I’ll only kill any fairy that gets in my way.”
Of course, I have no intention of doing that.
Because a deal is a deal.
A contract is a precious thing, and of course I can offer this option. If you object to my course of action and express dissatisfaction with it, I can kill them all myself.
That’s all I told you, I have no intention of breaking the contract with Morgan.
“We will honor the contract. However, we will not consider circumstances outside the contract. We will clearly notify you about this. Don’t think that now we will listen to you whining about why you killed him or what you are doing.”
“… If you think about it that way, there are only a few fairies that will survive.”
Tsk.
You’re just being annoying.
Of course, I have no intention of just ignoring it.
In that case, it might be better to take this opportunity to rack up some debt.
Let’s see…
The characteristics of Evey’s twist.
It reverses the very tendency of the fairies who have turned into Unsilly Coats.
Of course…
Even if things turn around, that damn habit of playing pranks won’t go away.
That’s the fairy’s basic passive.
It’s located in the very middle, and if you turn the middle over, it’s just the middle anyway.
There is meaning only when the polar opposites are reversed, and there is meaning only when the front and back sides are reversed.
Something that acts on the mental world.
Roughly based on subjugation, a hierarchical relationship between fairies is established and then subjugated. Its target should be Morgan.
It will be like this.
“Well, first, it’s a magic that involves reversal, subjugation, and turning you into a vassal. Copy it yourself.”
“… If you look at the fact that he created magic, he is definitely the Vice King of Chaos and the Guardian of Knowledge.”
Not all guardians of knowledge are this good. Just as librarians who guard libraries do not need to be smart, not all guardians of knowledge are wise. It’s just that I’ve been training to create this type of technique, and it’s become a habit, so it meshes with my instincts, and I just enjoy being reproduced with new knowledge.
And since my reservoir of knowledge is large and endless, it will only be easier if I use all of those computational engines to create it.
The process of roughly searching within the storehouse of knowledge, this here, that here, trial and error and execution, automatically doing the simulation, and creating it perfectly was short, very short, and almost non-existent.
So I really regret this.
That’s right, the fun of agonizing over new magic, thinking about it, and thinking about it has long since disappeared.
“It’s not human, and thanks to that, all the fun of learning magic and rediscovering new knowledge has disappeared.”
“Is that a complaint?”
“At least, it’s a way to remember my father one last time when I was human.”
“… You don’t understand. If you’re a human Marcus, you’ll die at the end of your life…!!!”
Kaaaaang!!!
Tsk-
This is why fairies suck.
“There is no such thing as homophobia, but really… You saved my life. Do you understand?”
Liz’s sword blocked my fist.
The sword held up because it wasn’t hit hard enough to actually kill her, but Liz’s wrists seem to be numb. And Morgan doesn’t even know what happened-
Only then-
“You bastard, now-!”
“… If you know that now, it would be better not to be too fussy in the future. And, even though I’m a fairy who doesn’t know how people feel, I know that if you talk about someone else’s parents carelessly, I’ll rip that person off. Do you understand?”
“… Morgan, are you saying you touched Yeokrin?”
“Shut up, Merlin!!”
“Wow, that’s too much! I even prepared a genjutsu in case I got pierced!”
Well, with Merlin’s illusion, I could reduce the damage to nothing, but of course that’s also the case when I don’t do anything.
If you decide to kill someone, there is no reason not to kill them…
I just don’t kill them because there is no need.
More than anything, it is a time when we need a ‘Lich King’ to capture the fairies.
He wants to wear the Lich King’s crown himself, so there’s no reason for me to kill him.
And…
Arash and Hector, who were quietly watching from the side, also help.
“Clarke, calm down your anger too.”
“It’s as you said, Clark.”
“Why do you think I shouldn’t be angry?”
We need to spread the word that there are consequences for doing shitty things.
But…
“Now, you’re a little irrational.”
“… Ha.”
Let go of your anger for a moment.
And-
At twenty-twenty, something flowing from inside me disappears again as if it never happened again when I regained my composure.
…
Nyarlathotep’s influence?
No.
And, there is something that has finally emerged when it is time to sprout.
And-
Also, something is triggering my anger and emotions.
Carlos?
…
No, that’s not true at all.
That too is silent, and now everything is left to me.
…
“I expected too much from a damn fairy.”
Naturally, I don’t know the human mind, and I have no intention or desire to understand it.
Just your thoughts and words are important.
That’s why I really hate these.
Anna, Phyllis.
There is one reason why I accepted these two as my family.
If these two go among the fairies, they will definitely be torn to pieces and killed because they are different.
If I hadn’t given it my strength.
-We have almost arrived in the waters off Britain.
Jormungand’s guiding voice is heard.
And…
“By the way, Clark, aren’t the other goddesses helping you? Like Ilias or Ereshkikal-“
I shook my head at Merlin’s question.
Mortus is also excluded here.
And this is the reason why Shubniguras and my sister are not here.
This is because there is a power struggle between Nyarlathotep and me – that is one reason why Liz is here.
Revenge on Britain.
Of course, it’s just revenge on Camelot for messing up our country.
“There is no such thing. And, in the first place, none of the divine beings except Liz can intervene here. Nyarlathotep, my power struggle, it is a battle for the throne.”
“Who is our goddess of war?”
“To criticize Camelot for turning my country into a mess. Isn’t this enough?”
Even so, I have to fight Nyarlathotep.
“Is there a possibility with human power alone? Nyarlathotep must be a monster on a different level from the ones you faced.”
It will be like that.
There is a high probability that I will be pushed out.
But…
“To be a king, you have to overcome that disadvantage and submit to it.”
“… Then I saw a lot of kings who got hooked. There’s no way you wouldn’t do the same, right?”
Well, I probably have a way to deal with everything I’ve shown the world so far. Things not shown, things to be shown, and even things to be made new.
However, I am not particularly worried.
“… By the way, Haemin, what will he do?”
Freya’s question continues.
Ha, there was this one too.
“… Well? Well, you’ll probably meet him somehow as you go, right? Don’t worry. You can subdue him by making him half an asshole without killing him.”
“Assuming we’re fighting-“
“… It’s impossible to suddenly disappear like that and face it without any problems. Especially with the Hounds of Tindalos, the Star Monster, and my clan being involved.”
It’s all good.
As Jormungand gradually rises to the ground, we see that Jormungand is constructing surrounding facilities and gradually proceeding with the work of landing us, and we head towards the 300 warriors waiting.
From now on…
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I made the 300 warriors hear the sound of the fairies currently attacking Jormungand being fried when they touched the anti-fairy barrier, that is, the electric fly swatter(?), And I declared, opening my arms to them.
“Welcome to Hell Britain – Welcome to the island of Hell Britain, warriors.”
