Type-Moon, I, Matou Sakura, rewrite my destiny

If no one stands up... perhaps soon, the humans living on the land that was once the Kingdom of Camelot will face a catastrophe.

121. The Fairy of the Lake - Nini Anne

Sitting at the desk in his bedroom, he sneered and used the oil lamp on the table to light the letter in his hand.

Morgan, who had just received a letter from his so-called 'uncle' Vortigern today, immediately showed a cruel and charming expression on his face.

"Even though I hate the existence of humans... they are not for you, Vortigern, to deal with."

Recalling the letter in which Vortigern asked him to hand over all humans in his territory, Morgan, who wanted the elves to rule Britain and for him to become the true king of the island, was hostile to Vortigern.

After all, if Morgan is the king of the island who inherited the power of the island, then Vortigern is the island itself, symbolizing the will of Britain.

The king naturally wants to conquer the land...and Morgan naturally wants to conquer Vortigern.

He turned his head and looked at a fairy with silver-white hair and a pair of crystal-like wings.

Morgan then asked.

"Nini Annie, is the army ready?"

"The army... I'm sorry Morgan, if you mean the human army, even though I have tried my best to discipline the children to follow the rules, but..."

"Too lively?... Never mind. How many of them are willing to fight for Camelot, Nini Anne?"

"Five thousand, six thousand, that's about it. There are probably only so many kids in Camelot who like to fight."

Morgan looked at Nini Annie, one of the few fairies in the lake who supported him, with some helplessness. Today he had learned a lesson about her unreliability.

She had clearly volunteered to help Morgan train the army, but in the end, Nini and Annie didn't train a single hair.

However, most fairies are of this character, and Morgan has gotten used to it. After all, among the fairies, there are only a few "ladies of the lake" like Morgan, Vivian, and Nimue.

Although he did not get the army he wanted, goblins are goblins after all. Five or six thousand goblins willing to fight are already a very powerful force. Moreover, there is also Nini Anne, the fairy of the lake. Morgan is not too worried that he will not have enough "soldiers" to fight against Vortigern's army.

What's more, Morgan, who had long known the character of his own people, had already made other preparations. The fairies here with Nini and Annie were just icing on the cake for Morgan.

Just as Morgan began to mobilize his forces, preparing to welcome Vortigern's arrival and planning to achieve his goal in this battle.

The former location of the Noble Alliance.

Although most of Vortigern's troops had returned to Vortigern and followed him to move towards New Camelot.

However, there are still many who, due to the killing and the radiation from Vortigern, have transformed into some kind of half-human, half-dragon monster, and sunk into the killing. They still remain in this land, hunting down every living human being.

He wielded the iron sword in his hand, which had long been bent, and cut the half-dragon monster in front of him in two.

Her eyes were no longer emerald green, but light gold. Altria, who was breathing heavily and exuding a cold murderous intent, saved several villagers behind her.

She clenched her fists and took a few deep breaths. As the air circulated in her body, it turned into pure magic power and was exhaled by her. After a few breaths, her emotions gradually calmed down and her eyes returned to emerald green. Altria quickly turned around and spoke to the villagers who still had terrified looks on their faces.

"I am the Lord of Glamorgan - Altria. My army is protecting and gathering refugees in Summer Sun Village. If you still want to survive, you must go there immediately."

As she spoke, Altria took out a map that Merlin had given her and handed it to the villagers.

"Sir, could you please escort me?"

Just when a few frightened villagers showed hope in their eyes and tentatively asked if Artoria could escort them to Xiayang Village.

Altria had already turned and ran away.

If the iron sword breaks, pick up the spear. If the spear breaks, replace it with a battle axe.

In this way, Altria, who had broken countless weapons and killed countless enemies along the way, returned to Xiayang Village before dark, exhausted.

Walking into the military camp outside the village, Altria opened the tent belonging to Merlin in the camp and walked in. She soon saw Kai and Merlin, who also looked tired.

"Master, brother...how many have you rescued?"

"Seven hundred and forty-eight people."

Pick up the refugee registration form on the table.

Merlin quickly gave the answer that Altria wanted.

They worked hard throughout the day and rescued a total of 748 people.

After hearing this several times, Altria bit her lip unwillingly and pounded the table hard.

"Damn it... There are at least several thousand people in these nearby villages and towns..."

Seeing the self-blaming expression on Altria's face, Kai quickly stood up and walked to Altria and said to her.

"Altria, this is a disaster that no one wants to see. It's not your fault. You shouldn't blame yourself for it. Instead, you should be proud that you saved 748 people."

"elder brother....."

"What Kai said this time makes sense, Altria, you should look to the future instead of focusing on the present..."

Merlin felt guilty for saying this and the corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally for a moment, but then he returned to his signature smile.

"Go to bed early, Altria, Kai. Tomorrow we will escort the refugees and soldiers back to a safe area and take the next batch of soldiers to Wuquan Village to rescue the refugees there."

"I understand."

Although after what Merlin and Kai said, Altria seemed to feel much better.

But the actual situation is probably only known to Artoria herself.

Just as Altria was trying to save the humans in the Camelot region.

Located in the territory of New Camelot, this country now almost completely belongs to the fairies, and a large number of refugees have also come here.

At first, the fairies living in the present Kingdom of Camelot had some interest in these dirty, expressionless humans.

There are even quite a few fairies who choose to help these miserable humans...

However, not long after the first batch of refugees entered the Kingdom of Camelot, a human refugee who was killed by a goblin's 'prank' appeared.

This is the variability of the goblin. Maybe he is helping you in the last second, but in the next second, he may smash your head with a stick.

As the first human dies at the hands of the goblins, the second and third will soon appear...

At first, no refugee dared to resist the goblins' "pranks", but as more and more refugees entered, it was not only the number that gave the refugees courage, but also the refugees could no longer tolerate the goblins' "pranks"...

All over Camelot, refugees began to attack fairies...

122. Merlin and Vivian, the missing Queen Titania.

As Vortigern's expeditionary force draws closer, the conflict between humans and demons in New Camelot intensifies.

For a moment, it seemed as if the entire British Isles had revealed its malicious side to humanity. Countless people lost their homes and families in this disaster, and there was widespread grief...

At this time, like a beacon, Artoria continued to appear in various places after the disaster to save refugees. With her actions, she was gradually known by more human survivors. She and the Glamorgan Territory under her rule gradually became hope in the eyes of humans in this disaster.

Countless survivors heard the news and began to flee towards the location of Glamorgan. The few surviving nobles also brought their families and their remaining strength to move to Glamorgan.

It seems that everything is moving in a good direction, but in fact...

The Territory of Glamorgan, which had been developed for less than a year, could not possibly withstand the pressure brought by so many humans.

Just as Vortigern, who was currently wreaking havoc in Britain, arrived at the border area of ​​New Camelot with his army.

The county of Glamorgan, which had been flooded with many refugees, was also on the verge of collapse.

Artoria, looking tired and pale, reluctantly put down the big bowl of batter in her hand, which she had licked clean without leaving even a drop. Her stomach was still rumbling, and she even felt like fainting from hunger.

But... there is no more. The Lord of Glamorgan is in a complete food crisis, and the daily rations that can be allocated to Lord Artoria are limited.

Lord Altria could only get a bowl of batter every day, so you can imagine how miserable the rest of the people would be.

Only nobles and knights were able to get rations. Ordinary farmers could only find ways to get some wild vegetables and pull some digestible tree bark to satisfy their hunger.

However, at this moment, no one would have any objection to this. After all, Lord Altria set an example by having only one bowl of porridge a day, so what could others say?

In this disaster, the vast majority of humans only felt grateful to Altria.

But as the saying goes, if the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds...

Looking at his sister with heartache, whose face turned pale from hunger, Kai, who was sitting opposite Altria and also had only a bowl of porridge a day to fill his stomach, clenched his fists in self-blame.

"Altria, you can't go on like this, your body will collapse. The prey you caught today is still..."

"No, as a lord, I should set an example. My brother's prey should still be sent to the square to be boiled into broth and distributed to the people..."

Looking at Altria's determined eyes, Kai knew that no one could change Altria's mind once she had made up her mind. In the end, Kai could only suppress the unwillingness rising in his heart.

Just as Artoria led Kai, they gritted their teeth and persisted in accepting the refugees.

Not far from New Camelot, in a vast jungle, in this remote place, lies the legendary Lake Avalon.

The lake water is clear, the lake light is gorgeous, nearby there are birds singing, flowers blooming, and a gentle breeze... Countless young fairies that have not yet grown up are happily singing, playing, and fighting by the lake... It seems that no matter how the world changes, it will not affect the tranquility of this lake.

Merlin pushed aside the long reeds by the lake and stepped directly into Lake Avalon. He soon saw the target of his trip - Vivian, the fairy in the lake.

"Vivian, I need your and Nimue's help."

Like a pure noble lady, covered in a layer of wet gauze, with golden hair and snow-white skin, all flashing with seven colors in the sun, making it difficult to see the real Vivian. She sat on the reef on the lake and then shook her head at Merlin who appeared behind her.

"Merlin, given your current situation, do you think I can still help you? And don't even think about Nimue, we won't allow her to meet you..."

"Vivian, are you really so sure that Morgan will succeed? Have you forgotten the prophecy I made with you all back then? ...Mystery will inevitably fade. If we want to preserve the mystery of Britain, we can only rely on the Human King, not the Fairy King."

He stood up from the reef and turned to face Merlin.

It wasn't Merlin's words that moved Vivian, but...

"No matter what you say, we will not help you with the plan you and Uther made... unless..."

"Unless? What happened Vivian?"

"Oberon's wife, Queen Titania, has disappeared..."

Hearing this news, Merlin couldn't help but show a look of horror.

You have to know that Oberon is the Fairy King, the king of the most powerful fairy kingdom among all the fairy kingdoms.

Her wife, Queen Titania, is even more extraordinary. She is not only Oberon's wife and the queen of the fairies, but also a member of the Fairies of the Lake.

Titania's disappearance made Merlin, who knew the true strength of the fairies, unable to accept such news calmly.

"I see... No wonder you fairies are so supportive of Morgan all of a sudden..."

"It's none of your business to manage our affairs. Merlin wants us to support your plan again, so bring Titania back. As long as you can bring Titania back safely, we will continue to support you..."

After saying this, Vivian left a sword on the reef where she was standing, and disappeared directly into the peaceful surface of Lake Avalon.

"Sword of Promised Victory..."

Merlin read out the name of the sword calmly, but did not reach out to take the holy sword that was supposed to be handed over to Altria by the fairies in the future.

Because he knew very well that unless he brought the missing Queen Titania back to the goblins, no matter what Merlin did, he would not be able to take it away from Lake Avalon.

"Phew~ The situation is changing so fast.....Yusser, you really put me in trouble!"

On the border of New Camelot, two completely different atmospheres, solemnity and carnival, are brewing.

Faced with Vortigern's approaching army, the goblins scattered all over New Camelot naturally discovered the huge army led by Vortigern.

However, faced with this army that had killed at least hundreds of thousands of humans along the way and exuded an indelible bloody smell, a large number of goblins, inexplicably, ran in front of them and started a party.

It seemed as if the goblins were very welcoming to the arrival of Vortigern and this army.

However, compared to these fairies who appeared at the border singing and dancing and started to revel in the way of the fairies.

The humans in the New Camelot territory had expressions as if the end of the world had come.

123. Camelot, the human race, has come to an end

Standing on the top of the Fairy Tower, looking at the Vortigern army that appears as a black line in the distance.

The Queen Morgan, holding a magic wand and looking proud, and the lake fairy Nini Annie, looking natural and 'noble lady', clearly showed two completely different attitudes towards Vortigern's arrival.

Although Morgan always said, both verbally and in his heart, that he wanted to completely conquer Vortigern and become his master.

But when Vortigern really appeared, Morgan still had some respect and concern for this incarnation of the British Isles.