Chapter 935: Chopping All Five Limbs to Pieces
A pitch-black torrent of light surged into the sky, crashing headlong into the massive magic circle enveloping all of Camelot. Violent magical fluctuations spread out, causing countless fairies to tremble in fear and scream!
"...?"
Sitting on the throne, the Queen of Winter slowly formed a silent question mark in her mind.
...
The Lostbelt of Britain had only two types of skies.
One was the sky of daytime, the other the sky of night.
The daytime sky was a dreamlike, dusky yellow, with clouds dyed in hues reminiscent of twilight. At a glance, it felt as if one were immersed in a dream—breathtakingly beautiful.
Without any transition, when the time came, the sky would instantly shift to a star-studded night.
There was no morning glow, nor evening glow.
Nor was there a clear, azure sky.
Having grown tired of the blue skies of Proper Human History, the skies of this Lostbelt were quite intriguing.
The central plains of Britain, situated between the northern and southern polar regions, perfectly served as the dividing line of the nation. The terrain here was flat, with endless stretches of lush green grasslands surrounding the national highway, offering a view that broadened the heart and mind.
On the national highway traversing the plains, a convoy was currently advancing at a leisurely pace.
The soldiers in this convoy were all knights clad in green armor, their bodies fully encased without a single gap. At the head of the convoy, leading the group like a captain, was a female knight adorned in silver armor—tall, robust, and exuding an overwhelming presence.
All the knights encircled a carriage like stars surrounding the moon, vigilantly guarding against potential enemies that could emerge at any moment.
"Barghest."
Suddenly, a calm call came from the carriage.
"Yes!"
The female knight at the front promptly responded with respect, handing over leadership to her deputy to continue forward while she herself approached the carriage.
"What are your orders, Your Highness the Queen Consort?"
"No orders, really. I'm just a bit bored and wanted someone to talk to."
From the carriage came a rather languid tone belonging to a man.
If an ordinary human had dared to command a Fairy Knight so casually, the surrounding knights would have swarmed and torn them to shreds.
But hearing these words from this person, the knights around acted as if they hadn't heard a thing.
Some even perked up their ears with keen interest.
After all, the human seated in the carriage held a most extraordinary status!
"What would you like to discuss, Your Highness the Queen Consort?"
The convoy continued forward, with Barghest keeping pace beside the carriage, her earnest demeanor truly befitting the title of knight.
"The Queen's husband, what was his name again...?"
"Beryl Gut."
"Right, right, that's the name. Where did that little scoundrel come from?"
"Little scoundrel... Actually, I don't know much about Beryl Gut either."
Barghest paused for a moment, wisely steering clear of the drama surrounding the Queen's harem and instead sharing all she knew about Beryl.
In summary, Beryl Gut was a man who had appeared suddenly several months ago.
Despite not being a fairy, he was personally chosen by the Queen to become her husband.
The man made no attempt to conceal his origins, openly sharing his entire story.
According to him, he was a human from Proper Human History who had come to help their world survive. What they knew as the prosperous "Fairy Kingdom" was, in his words, a "what-if world" that could collapse at any moment—a "Lostbelt."
Such an absurd claim was initially met with skepticism. The clan leaders denounced him as a swindling charlatan, but the man articulated the details of Proper Human History with compelling clarity.
Most importantly, his account received the Queen's endorsement.
Moreover, the Queen presented evidence related to Proper Human History and designated him as her husband.
This immediately stirred up a storm. The major clans of the Fairy Kingdom of Britain were shaken by this startling reality, and Beryl Gut instantly became an esteemed guest whom no one could ignore!
"Why did the Queen make him her husband?"
"According to Beryl's own account, he seems to be the Queen's Master."
In this British Lostbelt, the Queen had long been aware of Proper Human History.
Thanks to this, the three Fairy Knights she favored had early on established the understanding that Proper Human History was their enemy.
Consequently, they had also acquired knowledge about Servants and Masters from the Queen long ago.
"The Queen is Beryl's Servant? My eyes see no such thing!"
"On that matter, even we Fairy Knights are unaware of the specifics. However, the Queen is a Great Fairy who has ruled Britain for two thousand years—that much is undeniable!"
In other words, Barghest did not believe the Queen was the kind of Servant who could accomplish nothing without a Master. She was convinced the Queen was no fragile being!
"Was he given the status of husband simply because he claimed to be a Master?"
In the carriage, the youth revered as the Queen Consort pondered aloud.
"My Queen Consort, perhaps I overstep..."
"Speak your mind. Such hesitation is unlike the Fairy Knight Gawain, is it not?"
"Yes, forgive my presumption!"
Having received permission, Barghest cast aside her hesitation and spoke with solemnity.
"My Queen Consort, I believe you should at least show the respect due to Her Majesty the Queen's husband!"
Silence fell abruptly.
The knights exchanged glances, their faces beneath their masks filled with astonishment.
Lady Gawain, we know you are a person of utmost integrity, but must you be so bluntly honest? To openly involve yourself in the Queen's marital affairs?
And this Queen Consort is truly no ordinary figure!
Aren't you afraid of being thrashed by the Queen Consort again, just like three days ago?
The knights grew excited, straining their ears.
How could they miss such an intriguing development?
Even the fairy horses pulling the carriage softened their hoofbeats.
"Oh?"
The voice from the carriage grew noticeably colder, as expected.
"Are you taking Beryl's side?"
The Queen Consort was clearly angered!
While eagerly eavesdropping, the knights trembled with fear.
"I hope Your Highness the Princess won't take your anger out on them. With their slender arms and legs, they're nowhere near as resilient as the Fairy Knight - they can't just rest briefly after such severe injuries and bounce back full of energy!"
"No, that's not what I meant, it's just..." Bagst hurriedly bowed her head to show she had never entertained any disrespectful thoughts.
Yet a flush of embarrassment surfaced on her face.
"It's just... publicly dismembering all five... five limbs of the Queen's husband... don't you think that's a bit excessive?"