Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"enemy!"

"Get 'em!"

"Eat it!"

Enraged by their disruption, the Tooth Clan unleashed their claws and weapons, swarming forward.

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Chapter Twenty-Eight: What XP Decided

A moment later, the dust settled, the forest returned to calm, the air remained fresh, only the grass was covered with a layer of pale blue, fine ice crystals, interspersed with traces of blood.

He's a super scary guy!

The three winged fairies, released from the large net, were initially relieved to have survived a calamity, but then looked at the two newcomers with awe in their eyes.

Even the usually hot-tempered Habertrot obediently shut her mouth and forced a grateful smile.

Just now, more than a dozen members of the Fang Clan who had shown hostility towards them were all reduced to dust.

The rest of them tucked their tails between their legs and ran away.

In gratitude for being rescued, and overwhelmed by the imposing presence of the two visitors, the three winged fairies behaved themselves with utmost obedience, introducing themselves and sincerely expressing their thanks to Samael and Morgan.

The future winged chieftain Murlian, the fairy knight Habetroth from another timeline, and Freya, a little girl with kind intentions towards humans.

Tsk tsk, what a coincidence, they're all familiar faces from my memories.

These three are rare fairies who have raised the moral standards of the Winged Clan.

The prescient Samael gazed thoughtfully at the three little ones, stroking his chin as if deep in thought.

The unseen gaze made the fairies uneasy. The most timid Freya soon gave in, like a little white rabbit obediently offering itself up, raising her little face and asking timidly.

"You...you want to eat us too?"

"Uh, my recipe book doesn't include fairies for now..."

Samael snapped out of his reverie, coughed lightly, and quipped in thought.

As for the future, who knows? That's up to XP.

"Great!"

Freya's face lit up with ecstasy, and she cheered excitedly. Even her dull eyes shone with a strong light. Habertrot and Murlian, who appeared calm on the surface, couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

"Excuse me, how do we get to the Earth Clan? We are from Cornwall and need to speak with the clan chief about some matters."

Once the three little ones had calmed down, Morgan stepped forward, pondered for a moment, and asked casually.

"I know that! It's in the fairy city of Norwich!"

Habertrot stepped forward and answered readily.

But then, the fairy knight seemed to realize something, and scratched his head, looking somewhat troubled.

"However, the fairies of the Earth Clan rarely go out and do not like to meet outsiders. Moreover, the clan chief, Favor Viser, has not shown his face for a long time."

Samael and Morgan frowned slightly upon hearing this.

If that's the case, then meeting with the head of the Earth Clan and asking for his help will be quite troublesome.

"From Cornwall? You're from outside?!"

Just as the atmosphere was becoming tense, Murlian, who was leading the conversation, seemed to have gleaned something from the previous exchange. Her eyes lit up, and the two little ones next to her couldn't help but curiously come closer.

"That's right..."

The Star Sword Master and the Britannian Witch exchanged a glance and gave a vague answer.

They are indeed from Cornwall, but the "human" component seems somewhat impure.

In a sense, it seems that only the pair of slave laborers in the entire group can be considered normal human beings.

"Humans! They really are humans!"

"It's been a long time since we've seen any humans coming in from outside the Nameless Forest..."

Habertlot and Freya were astonished to receive an affirmative answer.

“The Earth Clan doesn’t like outsiders. And that guy Favor Viser has disappeared somewhere. What you’re trying to do definitely won’t be completed in the short term.”

At that moment, Murlian's eyes lit up, and after explaining the truth, she made a friendly suggestion.

"How about this, you stay with us nearby for now, and once we figure out the situation and find out where Favor Viser is, we'll take action."

Morgan and Samael pondered for a moment, then looked at each other and nodded.

Currently, this is the safest approach.

"Yay! We have humans now!"

Habertrot cheered excitedly, as if she had found a priceless treasure on her way out.

"I'll lead the way! Gloucester Street, let's go!"

Immediately, the pink-haired fairy raised her little fist and swung it vigorously, looking very energetic, while Freya next to her looked on expectantly.

A delighted smile appeared in Murlian's purple eyes as she watched the small animals enter the snare.

The arrival of humans was extraordinary for the fairies.

Because the formation of surface spirits is mostly related to the demotion of gods, the obsession of the dead, natural gestation, the spread of ghost stories, and so on, all of which have intricate connections with humans.

In a sense, the fairies of Britain and the humans of this land coexisted.

The existence of humans greatly increases the happiness of fairies.

Therefore, all the fairies of the six clans were overjoyed to have humans.

It's rare to encounter humans from outside breaking through the barrier of the Nameless Forest to come and visit. Inviting them to your home would naturally be the most wonderful reward.

However, before setting off, Samael and Morgan would definitely need to meet up with the four people waiting on the outside: Meryl, Nock, Dale, and Bagst.

Seeing that the number of humans had increased from two to six, the three little fairies, who had reaped a bountiful harvest, were almost ecstatic. Their gazes toward Samael and the others were filled with a burning intensity.

With the fairies' diligent help, the caravan was soon ready to depart and headed towards the fairies' city.

Inside the carriage, the winged fairies, invited to enter the compartment, curiously looked around, displaying a strong thirst for knowledge about everything created by humankind.

After a brief exchange, the cheerful Habertlot surprisingly got along quite well with the aloof Morgan, and the two even sat together and had afternoon tea.

The restless Murlian sidled up to the Nok couple, pointing out directions while resting her smooth chin on her hand and repeatedly examining today's haul.

The presence of two ordinary people who posed the least threat to her only fueled her interest in exploring further.

On the contrary, Freya, who was the most timid, was still a little uneasy. She sat in the corner of the carriage, and hesitated several times before speaking.

"Very beautiful wings..."

Because of the goodwill accumulated from his past life memories, Samael, who had taken in everything, sat down next to the little fairy, smiled, handed her a cup of honey water, and took the initiative to start a conversation.

"Where...where is it..."

The fairy girl was initially nervous, but her longing for humans and their warm kindness made her lower her head and murmur a response. As if possessed, she accepted the gift and took a small sip.

A sweet taste blossomed on her taste buds. Freya was delighted and also surprised to find that her nervousness seemed to gradually calm down when she was in front of this human.

At least, the girl who had been looking down finally dared to raise her head and look directly at the rare species called humankind before her.

Having established a basic level of trust, Samael casually began to chat with Freya. Thanks to the ancient serpent's accumulated affinity for young girls over thousands of years, their conversation finally got on track, and they discussed the differences between the human and fairy kingdoms in terms of life, architecture, culture, and so on.

The gloom and timidity on the little girl's face were gradually softened by the sunlight shining into her heart.

Yes, the elder was right, humans are truly the fairies' most precious treasure!

The little butterfly, who once dared not hope for anything, looked at the light source in front of her, and a burning desire gradually gathered in her eyes.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Great Failure of Marrying Morgan

After several hours of trekking through various oddly shaped vegetation and terrains, the surrounding white fog gradually dissipated, and a hall with ancient Roman-style columns rose from the ground, towering into the clouds.

"Look, the Grand Cathedral is just ahead! We'll be home soon!"

The lively Habertlot lifted the curtain of the car window, pointed to the landmark building not far away, and excitedly introduced the local customs and culture of the Nameless Forest to Samael and his party.

The Grand Cathedral is the residence of the Wind Clan, who are known as the most elegant, courteous, gentle, and approachable fairies. They possess the ability to quickly transmit messages and lead the trends and fashions of the Nameless Forest.

Aside from features like pointed ears and wings, they are quite similar to humans in size and appearance, and they are extremely fond of human culture. Therefore, every plant, tree, and even every brick and tile in the Great Cathedral bears traces of imitation of human architecture.

Since the fairies of the six major clans almost without exception admire beauty and like popular things, the Grand Cathedral has become the fashion capital of the entire Nameless Forest.

Gentle and approachable? Pshaw!

Samael, who had witnessed the true form of a certain wind clan fairy during the War of the Covenant, secretly spat at it.

As they drew closer, the magnificent cathedral came into view. Samael's eyes flashed with a cross-shaped pattern as he quietly observed it for a moment before shaking his head slightly.

Unfortunately, no matter how dazzling or magnificent these buildings are, they are merely a collection of popular architectural elements, many of which are incompatible. Therefore, they only have an appearance but lack a substantial spiritual core, so they can hardly be called works of art and can only be considered exquisite forgeries.

"If you turn left from the Great Cathedral, you'll find an area where the Winged Clan, Rain Clan, and Mirror Clan live together. Most of us Winged Clan members live in Gloucester."

Habertlot then pointed to the forest-style buildings hidden by lush foliage to the left and continued his introduction.

Samael nodded repeatedly, quite fond of this carefree, straightforward fairy knight.

Just as the host and guest were having a pleasant conversation, Samael noticed that his sleeve had tightened slightly, and he couldn't help but look down at the small hand that was tugging at the corner of his clothes.

The ancient serpent smiled slightly, turned to look at the butterfly-winged girl beside him, his eyes full of encouragement.

"Freya, what's wrong? Is there something you want to say?"

"Please...please do not go to the right..."

The little fairy mustered her courage and looked up, her voice weak and timid. Her amber eyes gazed at Samael's gentle face. After regaining her composure, she continued to add to her story.

"To the right of the Grand Cathedral is the hunting grounds of the Tooth Clan, also known as the 'Great Dining Hall.' The Tooth Clan are very fierce; if you get captured, you'll be eaten. Don't ever venture in!"

"Okay, thank you..."

The ancient snake smiled gently, its fair fingers cupping the little girl's head, softly combing her slightly messy blue-gray short hair.

Freya's small body trembled, her muscles initially stiff as wood.

As the large, warm hand gently caressed her, bringing a tingling, ticklish sensation, the little girl's tense body gradually softened amidst suppressed moans.

Its bluish-gray wings trembled as it opened, and the tiny creature resembled a butterfly resting on a human fingertip, enjoying the comfort and comfort of spreading its wings.

"Freya is too cunning! She managed to acquire a human so quickly!"

Seeing this, Habertrot, who was sitting on a stool and sipping tea from a cup, was filled with envy and jealousy, and protested angrily by waving her little fists.

"You have helped us a lot. Whatever reward you desire, I will do my best to grant it to you."

Morgan picked up his afternoon tea, took a sip, and casually asked a question.

"Mmm, talking so much must be tiring, so please take care of Habeymy! Praise me! Pat my head! Show me concern! Hug me! Anything is fine with me!"

The little imp's eyes lit up, and she immediately placed her hands on the table, leaning most of her body forward, her little face full of hope and excitement.

"Is that so?"

Morgan stretched out his arms and lifted Habertlott's arms, pulling her over from the opposite side.

"Yes, yes, it should be like that, meow, patting its head!"

The little fairy, having gotten her wish, grinned from ear to ear, squinted her eyes, and leaned against Morgan's chest like a kitten being petted by its owner.

This feeling reminded the witch of the pets she kept when she was bored.

"Hmm, so satisfying! This wonderful feeling of happiness... Humans really are wonderful creatures!"

Habert Lotte sat cross-legged on Morgan's lap, thoroughly enjoying the head pats and praising him repeatedly.

Uh, never mind, I'll take that as a compliment...

Samael's expression hardened, then he rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to the little guy who was using nonsensical words.

After enjoying a moment of human service, Habertrot's interest waned slightly. She couldn't help but rest her chin on her hand, looking Morgan up and down for a moment before shaking her head and muttering to herself.

"She's clearly a good woman, so why does she feel a little scary? The innocence of a fairy, the magnificence of a goddess, and the mystery of a witch all fit, yet none of them quite do. Why has it turned out like this? It's so contradictory..."

The little fairy observed the scene repeatedly, muttered to herself for a while, and finally shook her head in resignation.