Altoria, after all, was still too young. Even after completing the pilgrimage and awakening all her Magic Power as a Paradise Fairy, the gap between her and Morgan, who had centuries of experience, was still too significant.

Chaldea’s intervention did offer a turning point, but the odds were still slim to defeat Morgan, who had ruled all of Britain and alone conquered the six major Fairy clans.

For this reason, Alberon had been trying every means possible to defeat Morgan.

Reiger Brillhaut was originally part of Alberon’s plan.

Though he didn’t know why, Morgan clearly held a special affection for this mysterious human boy. Not only did she marry him, but she also intended to share Britain, which she had always regarded as her exclusive domain, allowing Reiger to sit on the throne with her and rule Britain together.

Given Reiger’s own considerable strength, at least at the level of an Elf Knight, Alberon had long devised a plan in his heart, intending to use certain means to exploit Reiger’s strength and his special status in Morgan’s heart to plot against her.

Who would have thought, after more than a month, upon his return, Reiger not only advanced his strength at an astonishing rate, but also began exposing Britain’s most vital secrets, forcing Alberon to rethink many of his schemes.

And that might have been tolerable.

The issue was, seeing Reiger’s demeanor, Alberon always felt that he knew much more than he imagined.

The exposure of Britain’s history was one thing.

What Alberon was truly concerned about was that even his secrets might be exposed by Reiger.

Now it seemed his concern was both right and wrong.

Right because Reiger indeed knew his secrets.

Wrong because Reiger hadn’t disclosed these secrets.

The reason, Alberon had also figured out.

This human, although not in the same camp as himself, shared the same goal.

That was... the destruction of Britain!

Understanding this, Alberon dropped the facade.

In any case, pretending wouldn’t work, so he decided to focus on real actions.

Reiger’s gaze shifted to the ground at Alberon’s feet.

There lay three fairies.

Two of these fairies Reiger had seen before, one he hadn’t, but he could roughly guess its identity.

It was a group composition of one male and two females.

The male was dressed in luxurious clothing, with pointed ears, golden hair, and a face like a shrewd merchant.

He was the chief of the Earth Clan—Spurgen.

The females were of different sizes; the older one had butterfly-like wings, exuding an elegant aura, while the younger one looked about the same age as Habettelot, resembling a humanized sprite.

The former was the chief of the Wind Clan—Aurora.

The latter was likely the chief of the Wing Clan—Mourine.

That’s right.

In today’s Britain, apart from the Mirror Clan already annihilated, the Tusk Clan without a chieftain, and the Royal Clan engaged in a fierce battle with the Queen’s army, all the remaining Fairy clans’ chiefs were gathered here.

And their conditions were dire.

Mourine was drenched in blood, lying in a pool of it, her last breath indicating she wouldn’t last much longer.

Aurora didn’t appear to be injured, but her body was covered in dirt, with Alberon stepping on her head, pressing her into the mud, struggling desperately.

Spurgen had it the worst.

His head had separated from his body, both lying in an exaggerated patch of crimson blood staining the ground, his head rolled to the side, eyes wide open, filled with unwillingness, fear, and perplexity, a sign of a restless death.

"Save, save me...!"

Aurora, the only one with consciousness intact, was being trampled by Alberon, her struggles futile; seeing Reiger appear before her, she looked at him as if he were her savior, pleading for help.

The one who was viewed by countless humans as gentle, beautiful, incredibly understanding, speaking equally kindly to everyone, even towards humans, had abolished slavery in Salisbury, granting humans freedom, allowing them to work legally in her territory—Aurora, akin to a goddess in her benevolence, was now being trampled into the mud, struggling hopelessly...

"If Melucy saw this scene, you’d likely be killed by her, wouldn’t you?"

Reiger remained indifferent to Aurora’s plea for help, instead, coldly speaking to Alberon.

"But you’re very pleased, aren’t you?" Alberon, disregarding their past camaraderie in Salisbury, mercilessly stomped on Aurora’s head, as if on a piece of trash, laughing: "You must have wanted to do this too?"

"I saw it a long time ago, you hate this woman."

"Indeed, I hate her too."

Alberon’s smile faded, his eyes turning hollow.

"Only using superficial decorations to disguise herself, concealing her true nature, yet behind closed doors, she could, out of sheer jealousy, dissatisfaction, or whimsy, make decisions that lead others to a miserable death—what right does such a person have to continue living in this world?"

"Although I am in no position to judge others, don’t you think allowing such a person who deceives, misleads, manipulates, and harms others to continue living is a crime against those who tolerate her, and against Britain?"