Chapter 941: Who Do You Think You Are?
"Considering you showed mercy to my soldiers, I'll grant you a chance to explain. Speak—what is this 'problem' you claim to have?"
Hmm.
Seems he's someone who knows when to hold firm and when to yield.
Eiji's impression of Bogart shifted slightly. Given how he'd earlier threatened to kill the three goblins without hesitation, Eiji had assumed he was a capricious tyrant. Now, it appeared he might simply have been betrayed too many times, making him overly sensitive to lies.
"Thank you for your mercy."
Mash was also taken aback for a moment before nodding gratefully.
"The fault doesn't lie with them—they were merely mistaken."
"Mistaken?"
"Yes. The truth is, I've forgotten who I am. I can't tell whether I'm human or a fairy. Mr. Rob and the others only misunderstood me to be a fairy, so they weren't lying!"
"Forgotten who you are?"
Bogart extended a claw and leisurely smoothed the fur on his face.
"I see. Did you come from the Nameless Forest?"
"Yes, yes, Lord Bogart! We were indeed treasure-hunting in that area. Meeting Anneeth was purely coincidental. Every year, one or two people like Anneeth emerge from the Nameless Forest. Oh, and we were the ones who gave her the name Anneeth!"
Rob wept openly as he hurried to explain.
"Hmph, no need to say more. I know exactly what low-ranking fairies will do to survive!"
Bogart glared at the three brothers with utter contempt, his face filled with disdain.
"However, the Nameless Forest... Two hundred years ago, during the Caterpillar Calamity, the Queen let out a woman's scream for the first time. Terrified of insects, she was momentarily at a loss, fearing what would become of the Fairy Kingdom. At that time, ████ (Barguest) specifically went to Cornwall, devoured Lord Fall Weather, inherited his authority, and only then managed to resolve the Caterpillar Calamity. The dying Fall Weather left behind a cursed mist that causes anyone who enters to lose their sense of self."
Bogart recounted the secret history of those years with a sigh, then glanced at Mash, who seemed only partially comprehending, his eyes full of mockery.
"After that, the Cornwall coast became the Nameless Forest due to the cursed mist. Even the Queen is powerless against it. To think you wandered into it... Hmph, no matter. As long as you are the Child of Prophecy, that's all that counts!"
"The Child of Prophecy? But I really am—"
"I said you are, so you are!"
Bogart unceremoniously cut off Mash's doubts.
"Guards, escort these fairies out. Give them the Child of Prophecy's belongings as promised. Then take the Child of Prophecy to Haberdasher's tailoring room. Have that weaving fairy craft a wedding dress in the shortest time possible!"
"W-wedding dress?!"
"I was impressed by your earlier strike, so I've decided to take you as my 62nd bride!"
"B-bride?!"
Caught completely off guard, Mash was led away by the human soldiers.
In the now-empty hall, Bogart stood silently alone.
There was no trace of impatience or lust in his eyes, only the ruthless calculation akin to wartime scheming.
"The Child of Prophecy... unafraid of Mors, with strength rivaling the Fairy Knights... If utilized properly—"
This would add substantial weight to the righteous cause of rebelling against the Queen!
The fairies awaiting the Child of Prophecy would surely flock to Sheffield upon learning of their arrival, bringing fresh reinforcements!
So, whether this Anith was the true Child of Prophecy or not, he would mold her into one!
"Hey."
Boggart froze momentarily.
Wasn't I alone here? Where did that voice come from?
He instinctively turned his head.
Only to see a large shoe sole—straight as an arrow—smashing into his face!
"Think you're worthy? You're not worth shit!"
"Boom!"
Amid the furious roar echoing in his ears,
Boggart felt as if he'd been struck by Barguest's sword, his entire body launched like a cannonball. He shattered stone walls and earth in his path, crashing directly into the city streets below, skidding two hundred meters across the cobblestones before finally grinding to a halt!
For a moment, his brain felt scrambled, unable to form a single thought.
"Bastard!"
Boggart roared, rising from the mud, a massive shoe print stamped across his face.
His ferocious fangs bared, murderous intent etched on his features, his magical energy swelling like an avalanche!
"Crash!"
With a savage stomp, the ground fractured violently as he shot forward like an arrow from a bow. In an instant, he crossed a hundred meters and fifty meters in height, arriving before the great hall. The mere impact of his landing shattered the cliff edge before the hall!
"Oh? Barguest told me you were slightly stronger than her. I was skeptical, but it seems it wasn't just empty praise!"
Upon returning to the hall, Boggart saw a cloaked figure usurping his throne, igniting his fury.
"Get down from there!"
He crouched low, unleashing a roar that vibrated the air.
His muscles bulged as if inflated, instantly tearing his expensive suit to shreds. Then, with terrifying explosive force, he lunged at Eiji, claws extended as if to tear him to pieces!
Such overwhelming pressure!
No less formidable than Barguest in the capital!
Of course, in terms of actual combat power, Barguest—endowed with Gawain's strength and the power of a holy sword—would undoubtedly surpass Boggart.
Boggart being considered slightly stronger than Barguest likely lay in his physical prowess!
Taking a direct kick from Eiji and being sent flying over two hundred meters with barely a scratch proved his hide was far thicker than Barguest's!
It was said Boggart was the second-in-command of the Fang Clan?
How strong, then, was the clan leader, Woodwose?
As Boggart charged with lethal intent, Eiji slowly raised his leg, still calculating the overall strength of the Fairy Kingdom.
Just as Boggart closed in on the throne, Eiji's leg swept toward him like a blade!
He tried to dodge, but the kick seemed to have calculated all his possible escape routes—like a spider weaving its web, waiting for prey to fall into the trap!
Unable to halt his momentum, Bogut's eyes widened in shock.
"Thump!"
Eiji's leg struck his neck squarely, sending him stumbling backward.
Instantly, Bogut's muscles bulged, veins popping out as he stomped his feet hard, anchoring himself like a nail driven into the ground, shattering the floor beneath. He barely managed to avoid being knocked down in the most humiliating way right in front of his opponent.
"Uwooooooh—!!!"
Feeling utterly disgraced, Bogut let out a roar fierce enough to shatter one's courage, his eyes nearly splitting open as he swung his sharp claws at Eiji, who stood dangerously close.