A compilation of memorable moments from Chaldea's girlfriends showing affection in various dime

Aside from the fairies of Wales, the most important character in Fairy Tale Belt is probably Artoria Caster.

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Fairy Lostbelt.

Woodworth was dumbfounded. Artoria Caster had gone through something like this, yet she didn't harbor any resentment?!?

He wanted to punch Artoria Caster in the head.

Even she herself couldn't stand it anymore, how could Artoria Caster possibly hold back!?

These reckless, greedy, and shameless fairies want Artoria Caster to overthrow Her Majesty the Queen.

Wanting to receive Her Majesty the Queen's reward? That's wishful thinking.

"...Even Aurora is smarter than these Entazel ​​fairies." Kurapika was speechless. Even Aurora knew to take good care of the "Child of Prophecy," to flatter her and maintain a facade of loyalty in order to ensure her unwavering devotion...

The fairies of Yantagel don't even want to do these things...!?

So frank and straightforward, yet with an air of, "Ah, I'm doing this for your own good!" For your own good, why don't you understand??

Kurapika felt exhausted from working in the Fairy Lostbelt, both mentally and physically. Why were there such bizarre intelligent beings?

Grand Carnival World.

Knight Gawain of the Round Table clenched his fists, his entire body engulfed in black flames. "This guy is right. This man who calls himself Merlin is right. The Lostbelts of Britain are disgusting... These goblins are disgusting."

If he were to meet the fairy knight Bagst, he would certainly praise him highly, saying, "Well done!"

After all, Bagst had perfectly solved the problem of the vast majority of fairies.

None of these demons who have wronged our king deserve to live in this world.

Knight Agorvin of the Round Table twitched at the corner of his mouth, nearly losing his balance as he looked at the days his king had spent in his childhood... even the livestock... "The fairy Toneriko, who inherited her mother's will... why are you so soft-hearted? Why collect an existence tax... just build a magic furnace and throw them all in..."

The Knights of the Round Table, Gareth and Mordred, their chests heaving, their eyes consumed by crimson rage, cried out in unison, "Quickly... quickly summon me!!!! We can't hold back any longer!"

Mordred, Gareth will utterly ravage and crush all the fairies in this Lostbelt.

With tears welling in his eyes, Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked at Artoria Caster on the screen with immense heartache, "She...doesn't she have any happy memories?"

She could not forgive these heartless demons.

Overlord.

"Disgusting fairies. A foolish race destined for destruction." Albedo wasn't particularly concerned about what was happening in the Fairy Lostbelt.

But after seeing so many disgusting things, she finally couldn't take it anymore.

Even Albedo, the little devil with the finger of justice and a power of 500, couldn't stand it anymore.

Shalltear Bloodfallen stood beside Ainz Ooal Gown, "Oh dear. This guy really brings a ray of light to poor Artoria Caster."

Ainz Ooal Gown shook his head slightly. If Artoria Caster had the power, she would definitely have taken care of all these fairies.

This is the real phenomenon.

It is impossible for an intelligent being not to hate those who abuse and bully it.

Such a thing does not exist.

He believes that the character of Artoria Caster, who is so kind, is intellectually challenged.

If someone punches you and slaps you, day after day, every single day, would you still be grateful and want to save that person?

He found it ridiculous that the person who gave Artoria Caster her mission, the person who set up Artoria Caster's personality—must have some extreme problem in their head.

In any case, Ainz Ooal Gown himself couldn't hold back any longer and would find an opportunity to take revenge and crush those who had humiliated him in the past.

He believes that some factor influenced Artoria Caster, Torneric.

Ainz Ooal Gown could not bear a single day of being ravaged, bullied, and exploited.

Cocytus exhaled a cold breath as it decided to go to the village of Entazel ​​to complete the experimental task given to it by Lord Ainz Ooal Gown. It was no longer necessary to show mercy to these fairies.

Sebastian's gaze was utterly cold, his sense of justice driving him to want to tear and smash the heads of these goblins.

He couldn't help but think of the evil humans he had encountered a few days ago.

Adoma Basilisa Zeta drooled, “Fairy…fairy…I wonder what fairy flesh is like…it looks like it must be very nutritious and healthy.”

She rubbed her stomach, which started to rumble.

She's off to her own private dessert shop to wreak havoc on the terrifying boss!

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When Artoria Caster turned sixteen, the villagers of Yantager made her some very unreasonable demands.

They demanded that Artoria Caster kill Hector to prove she was the prophesied child.

Hector once worked under Toneric for a time, but eventually chose to leave the Queen's army and came to the vicinity of the village of Yantajer to make his own life as a forger.

These fairies couldn't defeat Hector, and they envied and were jealous of this blacksmith fairy whose skills were superb and who was loved by all the superior fairies.

Artoria Caster couldn't refuse; if she refused the fairy, she would be captured, imprisoned, and... sold to the Queen's army.

She walked in the night toward the forge where Hector worked, clutching the broken blade in anguish and despair.

A fairy sent by the fairy village chief secretly followed Artoria Caster to monitor whether she could kill Hector.

Artoria Caster tiptoed into the room, her emerald green eyes dull and lifeless. Her stunning beauty was heartbreaking, enough to make the Knights of the Round Table devour all the fairies of Entazel.

“…If you don’t kill me…If you don’t kill me.” Artoria Caster’s face was filled with despair and grief, her beautiful eyes were dull and lifeless, and she was completely distraught. “…If you don’t kill me…If you don’t kill me.”

The broken blade in her hand trembled, and her heart pounded incessantly. This was her benefactor, the person she loved and respected.

“If I don’t kill him, everyone will kill me. They’ll say I’m a fake and kill me too.”

Artoria Caster knew that Hector's hearing was impaired, making it easy for her to infiltrate the area. Hector, sleeping on the stone bed, was completely unsuspecting...

In her hand was a rusty, broken blade she had obtained from the fairies.

Hector's ears twitched slightly, his eyes were closed, and he remained motionless, maintaining a state of deep sleep.

Artoria Caster stood quietly in the dimly lit room, bathed only in moonlight, watching the sleeping Hector. "The idea that 'refusing is too much trouble' was just self-deception. I was just afraid. Afraid of being called a fake. Afraid of being beaten and told I was useless."

"I'm afraid that all the time I've spent so far will have been meaningless. So, so..."

Artoria Caster swung her broken blade fiercely, striking the tattered cloth beside the stone bed. Dejected, she stumbled out of the blacksmith's workshop and ran down the mountain, muttering to herself, "...There will always be a way..."

She felt very uneasy. When she returned, the fairies would question her in the same way, and she wondered how she would explain it.

She naively believed that as long as she could explain things clearly, these "kind" fairies would understand her.

After she returned to the village, she was denounced by a fairy who claimed to be a friend of Artoria Caster.

The scene of her not killing Hector, unable to bring herself to do it, was witnessed by the fairy who was following Artoria Caster.

Artoria Caster was imprisoned by the angry fairy villagers, who planned to sell her to the coming queen's army.

The fairy who denounced her wore a look of great satisfaction; he had always been jealous of Artoria Caster for being the Child of Prophecy.

Now that he had finally gotten what he wanted from Artoria Caster, he was overjoyed.

Woodworth led his army toward Yantajer, having received news of the prophesied son.

Three days later, he will arrive in Yantager and take Artoria Caster with him to Camelot.

Queen Morgan had given an order—the prophesied son must not be killed, but captured alive.

It seems that Toneri wants his companion from Paradise to abandon his foolish mission and wants Artoria Caster to become his companion.

At night, Yantajer, the son who had turned his back on the prophecy, was engulfed in flames.

The blacksmith fairy Hector, wielding his hammer, defeated more than a dozen fairies along the way, arriving at the dungeon where Artoria Caster was, covered in wounds.

He carried the hat he had made, the hat that Artoria Caster had worn all the time, and placed it on the girl's head to cover her face.

He also brought the Staff of Selection with him, the iron hammer in his hand stained with blood.

He smashed the heads of more than a dozen demons as easily as smashing watermelons, much to the delight and satisfaction of the audience across the myriad realms.

The Lord of Fire Dragons couldn't resist starting to forge an iron hammer, which he wanted to give to this brave alien race—a power warhammer he had forged himself.

How could such a brave and kind fairy be carrying such a small hammer?

He pulled Artoria Caste

R's hand flew rapidly into the forest. He had to get Artoria Caster out of this dangerous place before Woodworth's team arrived.

Artoria Caster looked at Hector, who was covered in wounds and panting heavily, her emerald green eyes filled with tears. "Hector!?"

"...Don't call me that name. It's an unlucky name for you. It will bring you bad luck." Blood dripped from Hector's forehead onto his cheeks as he held a hammer stained with blood and brains. "Although we've taken down the lookout, someone else will take over immediately. The time before dawn is crucial for our escape."

"Run as far as you can. As long as you can get to the plains of Salisbury."

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Fairy Lostbelt.

Gareth was furious. She regretted sending Artoria Caster away in the first place.

The Mirror Clan Chief, Einzel, felt extremely guilty, as it was his decision that led to Artoria Caster experiencing such a painful childhood.

However, if Artoria Caster remained in her clan, she would be annihilated by the fairy knight Lancelot.

It's all the amusement park's fault.

Shape moon world.

Shi Chen touched his chest. Compared to Paradise, the mistakes he had made were truly insignificant.

It's not the timing that's wrong, it's all Paradise's fault!

Young Sakura and Rin Tohsaka lay on Morgan le Fay's lap, now idolizing their teacher.

Morgan le Fay's magical skills were unparalleled in the entire magic world; apart from the legendary Solomon, no one else was worth mentioning.

Tokiomi Tohsaka can already dream of his two daughters arriving at the Root.

Iskandar, the Conqueror, was seething with anger. "This little girl, is she really not going to take revenge?!"

He looked at Artoria Caster, still wanting to save the fairies in the village, and felt like he was about to vomit blood.

Seeing Iskandar the Conqueror's angry expression, Waver Velvet instinctively covered his forehead. "Hurry up and escape with Hector!! Come back and destroy this village. These goblins aren't worth saving."

He felt the park was incredibly stupid; the chosen spear given to Toneric was meant to kill evil goblins.

The Staff of Selection in Artoria Caster's hand is completely useless; it's a useless item. It has no special attack against fairies, no damage bonus against fairies, and cannot amplify the power of the magic she casts.

Any magical artifact he could conjure up would be more powerful than this Staff of Selection.

It's not as useful as the amulet made by the maiden Medea, which allows one to remain in their original state.

Gundam World.

Cagalli was extremely annoyed, suppressing her anger, she screamed, "Aaaaaaaaahh ...

She wanted to grab Artoria Caster with both hands and question her about what she was thinking.

It would have been better to tell his master, Hector, sooner.

She believed that after learning how these demons had bullied her disciple...

Hector should contact the fairy knight Gawain directly and take Artoria Caster to Manchester; it would be better than staying here.

The Atlantic Outer Belt.

“Hector is so kind... He has suffered so many injuries, these damned fairies...!” Charlotte Corday clutched her chest with her right hand. Ever since she saw these fairies in Yantagil, her mood had not improved.

Jason sighed softly, looking at Hector's injuries. If this guy had time to forge a suit of armor for himself... maybe he could run away with Artoria Caster.

Although she looks exactly like King Arthur, Artoria Pendragon, her experiences are countless times more arduous than those of King Arthur in the pan-human history.

He had already figured out that Merlin, who taught Artoria Caster magic, was a fake.

He was a little curious about this person's purpose in impersonating Merlin, since he couldn't reveal his own identity.

Jason discovers that the person who taught Artoria Caster magic hates all the fairies in the Lostbelts of Britain.

There was an indescribable aversion, as if it were innate, or perhaps it stemmed from a recognition of the demon's true nature.