Chapter 946: You Are Not Worthy!
"Humans... only deserve to be slaves?"
"Naturally. Weak in strength, prone to illness, unable to heal themselves when their bodies break down, and with limited lifespans—it's truly baffling how such feeble creatures can even exist in this world!"
Kurma's face was full of disdain and incomprehension.
"Their only value lies in boosting the happiness of fairies. Unfortunately, the Queen strictly controls the production of humans. Only high-ranking fairies are qualified to keep humans as attendants. Thankfully, as a fairy of the Fang Clan, those with power always receive favorable treatment!"
So that's how it is.
A cold smile spread across Eiji's face.
Value of existence? Production? Attendants? Slaves?
Just these words alone revealed the arrogance of the fairies!
And rightly so. After all, fairies are incredibly powerful beings, with near-infinite lifespans. Each is born with immense magical power, wielding mysteries that make them nearly omnipotent. The most exceptional among them even possess strength comparable to top-tier Servants.
Looking down on humans is only natural. In such a world, humans can only be exploited!
Cruel, yet undeniably realistic!
"But don't worry, I won't treat you like other humans. You are special. You don't need to feel inferior!"
Seeing Eiji remain silent for a long time, Kurma thought he was ashamed of his human identity and hurriedly tried to console him.
As a scumbag himself, Eiji instantly detected a strong scent of scumbaggery in her words.
"Did your husband treat you poorly?"
"Not really. That man would always say, 'I must work twice as hard so the humans in the city don't go hungry,' and then he'd toil day and night in the fields. So boring. I never understood why he did that. But whenever I gave an order, no matter how exhausted he was, he would faithfully carry it out. I suppose I was somewhat satisfied."
"...Then why did you kill him?"
"I thought it would make you happy!"
Kurma's face instantly lit up with enthusiasm, though that enthusiasm made Eiji feel suffocated.
"From now on, I will devote myself entirely to you. You will be my only husband! I've heard that in human culture, monogamy is a sign of deep affection! I killed my husband—you must think I'm very devoted, right?"
For a moment, Eiji shuddered at her self-satisfied expression.
It wasn't the shudder of guilt over an unintended death, but the shudder of confronting primal wildness, of having one's throat clamped by its fangs!
"Let's get married! I will definitely make you happy!"
Kurma gazed passionately at Eiji.
That cloak was so annoying—she couldn't wait to see the bewitching face that had made her reconsider her life's purpose. Her burning desire urged her to step forward.
She wanted to possess him!
She wanted to tear him apart!
She wanted to merge every bone, drop of blood, nail, and strand of hair into her own body, never to be separated again!
"Kurma, what do you think I see in my eyes right now?"
Eiji spoke softly, his dark pupils devoid of warmth as they fixed on her.
"What do you see?"
Kurma casually brushed it off, her mind consumed by excitement. Those eyes were so beautiful—she must cherish and savor them thoroughly.
"Beast."
Eiji let out a long sigh.
"A beast, no matter how many layers of culture it drapes over itself, remains a bloodthirsty creature at its core—what right does a beast have to marry a human?"
The eager smile on Kurma's face suddenly froze.
In those eyes, she saw intense disdain and mockery.
It was the same way she looked down on humans—as if gazing upon livestock raised in a pigpen!
You're unworthy!
"Then I'll take you by force!"
Kurma discarded all pretense, her smile twisting into the ferocious grin of a hunting lion.
She dropped to all fours and lunged violently toward Eiji!
Eiji's expression turned icy.
He raised his hand, clenched into a fist.
"Boom!"
A punch landed squarely in Kurma's chest.
The force condensed into a sharp blade, tearing through fur, bones, and flesh alike!
Excruciating pain shot through Kurma's heart, her eyes widening in shock. She looked down in disbelief—that seemingly slender arm had somehow pierced through her chest, blasting a hole straight through her powerful body!
So strong.
Impossibly strong?
As a Fang, I was punched through the chest by a human?
"Can't have him?"
Kurma stood frozen in place.
She couldn't have him.
She already knew—no matter what, she could never possess that brightest star in her sky.
Eiji's gaze sharpened.
A dark curse materialized out of nowhere, clinging to the dazed Kurma like maggots to bone, enveloping her completely.
Visibly, Kurma lost her form.
Transforming into a writhing, black, aberrant monster.
"...Is this a Mors?"
Eiji recalled the Mors he had encountered earlier on the road.
Products of curses, formless toxins, beings already dead.
So, all those Mors they had met along the way—
"Were they all transformed from fairies?"
Eiji remained silent.
With a swift chop of his hand, the Mors collapsed soundlessly, dissolving into familiar black smoke that vanished into the air.
"Where did this curse come from?"
Eiji couldn't figure it out.
Kurma's death was inconsequential, but before she died, where did that curse enveloping her body originate from?
It appeared as rootless as duckweed, emerging without warning, turning Kurma into a Mors!
A curse shouldn't exist without a source.
"This Britain Lostbelt holds too many things I don't understand…"
Eiji sighed deeply.
Fairies, Mors, calamities… He hadn't delved deeply into any of them.
"Who's there?"
Eiji suddenly turned, his gaze shifting toward the alley's entrance.
"As expected, it turned out like this…"
Entering from the alley's mouth was a petite weaving fairy.
Her expression gloomy, she watched the Mors dissolve into black smoke and let out a weary sigh.
"Habetrot?"
Eiji looked at her in surprise, not expecting this weaving fairy to be the one following them.
"You knew this would happen?"
"Yeah, after seeing your face, I guessed how things would unfold."
Habetrot nodded candidly.
"Your charm is extraordinary. While higher-ranking fairies might be unaffected, lower-ranking fairies can easily be swayed by your bewitching allure, causing them to lose their original purpose or have it distorted—to fairies, you are a poison no less potent than the Mors."
I am a poison.
To Eiji, this description felt somewhat exaggerated.
He hadn't even actively exerted his charm ability—he had merely shown his face unintentionally. Anyone with a bit of willpower could resist this allure. Even if someone fell in love at first sight, it wouldn't necessarily escalate into a life-or-death struggle.
In the Failed World, he hardly ever covered his face, yet no conflicts arose because of it. The only consequence was that an overwhelming number of people attempted to force their way into his residence.