The infinite sword system has been mastered, and you say this is the dragon clan?

Chapter 474 Alien God Apostle: ? ? ?

Spriggan remained calm and composed, as if he weren't the one being questioned.

"Ha, what's the rush, Lord Woodworth? It was the real world that was destroyed, what does it have to do with our Fairy Kingdom?"

"Well, while we should thank the warriors of the Fang Clan for blocking the route to the Imaginary Tree, I think it's a bit too early to draw conclusions so quickly."

"What does it mean?"

Faced with the questions from those around him, Spriggan smiled slightly, turning to the silent queen on the throne, "May I ask Your Majesty, have you deduced why the main perspective of this light screen is bound to that girl named 'Castor'?"

Queen Morgan of the Fairy Kingdom, seated on her throne, wore a crown and had her hair flowing down her back. Her robes were deep black, and her face was shrouded in a dark veil beneath her crown. Her wand glowed with magical light, and a sharp blade extended from its tip like a spear. Her cold voice emanated from within the veil:
“I know… and that girl was originally the ‘Child of Prophecy’ according to the legends of the Fairy Kingdom.”

"What!? A prophecy..."

The shock and astonishment of the clan leaders were still etched on their faces when Morgan continued:

"Hmph! Before that Imaginary Tree appeared in the Fairy Kingdom, I had already issued a secret order to capture the 'Child of Prophecy' throughout the country. However, some of you fairy clan leaders deliberately concealed this information, did you really think I didn't know?"

"The so-called Son of Prophecy is the savior that Einser prophesied would eliminate the calamities. I don't care about your true thoughts on this prophecy, but I will never allow anyone or any fairy to use the name of the Son of Prophecy to shake the foundation of the fairy kingdom!"

The foundation Morgan referred to was, of course, her rule as queen of a nation.

"...I will not tolerate any betrayal, understand?"

“…Yes, Your Majesty.”

Whether they were the fairy clan chiefs, ministers, and officials present at the meeting, or the other clan chiefs communicating remotely, they all answered in unison. Whoever wanted to use the Child of Prophecy to raise the banner of rebellion, they all had to outwardly bow and scrape to show their loyalty.

"That's right, that's the right way to do it! People like you should kneel down to show some respect!"

The crisp sound of leather shoes tapping on the floor echoed from outside the main hall, and a beautiful young woman wearing a deep red dress and a hair crown at an angle stepped into the conference hall.

The fairy official near the door was the first to notice the red-haired girl approaching. His teeth chattered and his legs trembled instinctively, as if some terrifying memory had been awakened within him. He forced himself to kneel and prostrate himself, suppressing his emotions.
"So it's you! Fairy Knight Tristan! A warm welcome to you! You are the beloved daughter of Her Majesty the Great Queen! The only one in Britain to have inherited Her Majesty's magic!"

"Hmm~ You guys seem to have tried your best, but—doesn't it lack a bit of cadence? It lacks a sense of pathos, a sense of pathos."

Noticing several fairy officials fidgeting further away, the fairy knight Tristan blinked and beckoned with his finger. "So, you, you, and you. Come and demonstrate to these guys how it should be done!"

Invisible lines moved rhythmically through the air, like the strings of a zither. In the next instant, blood splattered and a foul stench filled the air on the officials targeted by the demon Cui!

"Aaaaaah, my foot! It's been cut off! Cut off! Gaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

After performing the bloody and brutal scene in front of all the high-ranking officials of the Fairy Kingdom, Yao Cui chuckled, "Jump, jump! Jump around with the severed ends!"

"But bloodshed is forbidden here, right? Seriously, you guys need to follow etiquette—hey, just open the window and jump into the big cave yourself!"

After Yao Cui finished speaking, the several demon officials seemed to have been implanted with invisible threads, and like puppets being manipulated, they crawled towards the windowsill.

"Ah, no, my body, my body is acting on its own...!"

"No, no, no, falling into this big cave is the end—help me, someone help me, stop that little girl—ahhhhh!"

The sound flew down from outside the window, growing fainter and fainter until it disappeared completely.

"Okay, all done☆" Yao Cui walked briskly toward Morgan's throne.

"Well, Mother? These two lousy, stubborn fools need to be taught a lesson every now and then, right?"

As they passed Woodworth, the latter stepped forward, baring his teeth in anger: "Are you insane, Tristan! Justice Minister Camelot was just jumping off! Look at the situation! Who are you? You're nothing but a subordinate taken in as His Majesty's 'daughter,' get him—"

“Enough, shut up, Woodworth. This is my family matter,” Morgan snapped, tapping the throne floor with her wand.

“Serves you right, you dog Dongxi,” Yao Cui sneered. “His Majesty clearly thinks I’m right! As for you, you’re getting on in years, you should retire soon.”

"Don't push your luck, little brat!" Woodworth was so angry that his hair stood on end, his claws cracked, and his eyes looked like he wanted to devour someone.

Just as his temper was fully triggered and he revealed his intention to attack, another person appeared in the conference room and blocked his way.

"Don't move, Woodworth. Why are you entertaining Tristan? You're the patriarch of the Fang Clan, don't get impulsive over such trivial matters," said a blonde female knight with a magnificent figure and full armor.

"...Tch, the rigid Lord Gawain has arrived." Seeing someone come to his rescue, Yao Cui showed a bored expression and slowly backed away.

Unlike the other carefree, playful, and capricious fairies, the fairy knight Gawain was serious and solemn, truly like a dignified and upright knight. Ignoring the gazes that had gathered around her, she bowed her head to the throne, "I apologize, Your Majesty, I am late."

Morgan nodded slightly to the most capable knight before continuing, "It's alright, you've all seen it, haven't you? The content on this celestial screen, the main perspective from which the content is being displayed, is that of the prophesied child of this fairy kingdom."

"So that's how it is!" Even Yao Gao couldn't help but be surprised. Yao Cui, upon hearing the name of the prophesied child, scoffed in disgust.

Before Morgan spoke up, many of the fairies present thought that those things were just from another world and had nothing to do with them.

But after Morgan's prompting, everyone began to make various connections. After all, there were very few fairies in the Fairy Kingdom who looked completely human; the most famous one was Morgan herself. Moreover, the Castor in the light screen didn't have any fairy abilities but was instead learning magic, and Queen Morgan was also a magician. This unusual situation further confirmed the authenticity of the prophesied child.

"In any case, from the moment that Caster was sent to the other world, the so-called 'Child of Prophecy' became irrelevant, understand?"

Morgan's cold voice continued.

She had always wanted to eliminate this destabilizing factor, and now that she had a new world to choose from, she could solve the problem once and for all.

Even if news of this meeting leaks out afterward, those who genuinely want to follow the Child of Prophecy will simply flee to the other world, leaving her with no need to care. Those who use the Child of Prophecy to scheme for their own selfish desires will lose their prestigious title, and will have to carefully consider their own capabilities before harboring any thoughts of rebellion.

“Understood,” said the fairy knight Gawain. “But Your Majesty, what is the cause of this light barrier? Could it be that the prophesied son, Caster, intentionally placed it here?”

“No… Before, I had found this child and was preparing to deal with him, but just then the Imaginary Tree sprouted, and the so-called alien god apostle issued a notice. For the purpose of investigation, I used Caster as a pawn and sent him into that world to verify the apostle’s statement…” Morgan said, “but I never expected that this arrangement would accidentally trigger some kind of magic in the other world, forming this light screen projected above the Fairy Kingdom.”

"So it was an accident." Yao Gao's expression relaxed.

Upon closer examination, this light screen is essentially Morgan Magic's reconnaissance of the other world, only it was accidentally projected to the entire nation.

It's at least much better than facing the possibility of invasion from the other side.

“Wait a moment, Your Majesty,” Spriggan said. “In my opinion, it is too early to assume that the country is safe. They have already sent men to invade our Fairy Kingdom.”

Yao Gao frowned. "Are you sure?"

"Those of you present must have all taken detailed notes of the contents of that light screen, right? I noticed the passage 'Chaldea receives a global voice announcement,' and 'God has descended here from a distant universe. Using the seeds of the tree, a new leader will be chosen—'"

Spriggan said, enunciating each word clearly:
"Think about it carefully, don't the recent events within our country just match up? That imaginary tree suddenly appeared, so that must be the so-called tree, right? Then there was a notice issued claiming to be an apostle of an alien god, so he must be one of the selected leaders, right? And an alien god, doesn't that correspond to the saying 'descended from a distant universe'?"

"Hmph, I told you long ago that you can't trust that weirdly dressed guy." Woodworth snorted in dissatisfaction.

"..." Morgan's mind was now focused on another human being, but she didn't say anything. "In that case, from this moment on, issue a nationwide arrest warrant for 'Alien Apostle Ashiya Dōman,' regardless of life or death."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"This is the latest information from the clan council that I heard from Lord Murrayen of Gloucester! Thank you for your patronage, and welcome to visit again—I won't offer you a discount next time either."

Koyanskaya spoke casually, while chuckling as she handed over a wanted poster, its purpose unclear, regardless of whether the person was dead or alive.

She was dressed as a wealthy woman; whenever she arrived at a new place, she would always find some local clothing and dress herself up carefully. Her teammates, however, did not have that kind of leisure.

"? Hmm hmm hmm hehe hehe, this humble monk... this humble monk has never suffered such an injustice before."

Ashiya Doman saw his own image on the wanted poster and his eyes widened as if he were about to spit fire. This meant that the entire Fairy Kingdom would no longer be convenient for him.

In the Fairy Kingdom, even lower-level fairies are at least at the Servant level. Although he is not afraid of being strengthened by an alien god, it would be troublesome if a group of higher-level fairies came to attack him.

"Don't be too impatient. You saw the light screen too, right? Maybe your alien god has unleashed his divine power and defeated the Demon King ahead of schedule, and has taken action against the planet ahead of schedule?" Koyanskaya waved her fan, somewhat gloating.

"That's impossible! My god has already told me that the world situation there has not changed, and human history is still in a state of burning! This must be Chaldea doing something sabotage!"

Ashiya Dōman's tone was filled with disbelief; he still couldn't accept the current situation.

Speaking of the singularity some time ago, he wondered how this could happen. Although he had made some small moves, he hadn't really targeted Chaldea. In fact, he had watched Chaldea conquer the singularity from beginning to end. What had he done to offend them?

"Chaldea's plan was truly brilliant. Not only did they disrupt God's plans, but they also completely ruined the reputation of us Apostles. Damn it, where did they get their information about the Lostbelts and God's plans?"

"Don't drag me into this. I'm not like an apostle like you!"

Koyanskaya casually opened her fan, partially obscuring her face.

"Oh dear, who was it that said this before? -- Hmm, we should use this Imaginary Tree Anchor Point to actively attract Lostbelts to invade reality, so that the Lostbelts and the Chaldea Demon King would fight amongst themselves, while the alien side could just sit back and watch the tigers fight, killing three birds with one stone -- I didn't expect this boomerang to come so quickly, and in the end, it was our own house that was on fire in the backyard!"

Miss Fox almost stifled a laugh. "Phew, Ashiya Dōman, how are you feeling? How are you feeling?"

Ashiya Doman forcibly suppressed the anger and irritability that was almost overflowing within him. He was feeling somewhat powerless, and the woman beside him wasn't entirely on the same side as the alien god; she only had business on her mind. Perhaps he needed a true ally.

"The most urgent task is to find out where things went wrong as soon as possible. Someone must have secretly transmitted information about the Lostbelt to Chaldea." Ashiya Doman thought of the hidden human in charge of this Lostbelt... Charlotte Gottingen.

He must find her.

Koyanskaya looked at him in surprise, "Oh? Aren't you going to clarify the misunderstanding with Queen Camelot and have the warrant withdrawn?"

"..." Ashiya Dōman was too lazy to pay attention to her.

Chaldea merely revealed the alien god's plan ahead of time through images; these are facts, so how can they be clarified?

Are you suggesting we tell the Lostbelt King, "Oh, sorry, this wasn't done by our alien forces. We were just planning to do it in the future and have been keeping it from you until now"? That would be ridiculous.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Ah—it's so cold! I'm playing in the mud in Northeast China. Although Northeast China isn't big, I don't have a home in Dalian~"

In the icy snow, Erii tucked a playback device into the multi-functional pocket of her magical costume, blasting the DL City anthem. At the same time, she waved her small, stick-like wand, "—Bone Spirit Cold—oh no, Fiery Blaze!"

The pale white walls of fire rose into the air, like terrifying waves of intense heat mixed with icy cold, pushing forward and engulfing a large number of killing hunters.

"I'll hit!" Caster was much more straightforward. She swung her wand like a stick, using the enhancement function of her Mystic Code, and then carefully timed her attack to barely shatter the skull of a Killing Hunter with a single blow.

As a novice magic apprentice, a complete novice, she behaved like a melee mage.

Her teammates were all so energetic that they didn't seem like freshmen.

Look at Erii, she's practically a master of murder and arson; look at Nono, she sweeps away fallen leaves with a wave of her hand; look at Mashu, she's holding a shield the size of a dining table—

Wait, why are you holding a shield? Where are your mage skills? Miss Know-It-All, your fighting style is completely different from everyone else's!

Caster's mind wandered for a few seconds before a sudden gust of cold wind snapped her out of it. She turned to look and saw swarms of hunter monsters charging tirelessly toward the Chaldea armored vehicle, determined to overwhelm them with sheer numbers.

Ugh, I feel so hopeless.

(End of this chapter)