Chapter 1091: Tasting All Despair
Raising her staff, she lightly tapped the empty air.
"All fairies of New Darlington, listen!"
The Queen's voice, amplified by magical energy, spread throughout all of New Darlington.
"The man before you is named Beryl Gut, an assassin from Pan-Human History. He is guilty of three crimes."
"First, he incited the Fairy Knight Tristan to massacre cities. The disappearance of tens of thousands of fairies in Cambridge several months ago, and Preston's entire city defecting to the Northern Rebels—all are Beryl's doing!"
Isn't this too much?
Beryl inwardly complained.
Wasn't all this actually done by your daughter?
I only secretly offered a few insignificant suggestions!
For example, when Baobhan Sith proposed killing the losing side during Preston's football matches, he merely took the opportunity to suggest, "Why not kill both the losers and the winners?"
Well.
Preston had always known the losing team would be slaughtered but had endured it. He hadn't expected his suggestion to cause the entire city to lose hope in the Fairy Kingdom, leading them to join the Northern Queen. That was something he hadn't anticipated.
He wanted to refute her, but his mouth wouldn't open.
"Beryl? I remember him as the Fairy Knight Tristan's lackey?"
"So he's behind everything!"
"No wonder our lord has become even more ruthless lately!"
The fairies in the city erupted in an uproar.
Every fairy turned hateful eyes toward Beryl, glaring as if they wanted to devour him alive.
New Darlington was a city ruled by terror and bloodshed.
The slightest misstep could lead to execution by the lord. Even without reason, the lord would kill fairies on a whim, claiming a bad mood. Humans had become slaves forced to fight in iron cages, all for the lord's fleeting amusement!
The fairies and humans living here had long harbored deep hatred for Baobhan Sith.
And now, they had finally found a perfect outlet for their pent-up rage!
"Second, he secretly harmed key officials of our Fairy Kingdom. Both Woodwose, chief of the Fang Clan, and the Fairy Knight Tristan suffered persecution at his hands. Their fates, you may already know."
The fairies whispered among themselves.
They couldn't care less about what happened to Fairy Tristan—in fact, many would have cheered her demise. But with the Queen present, no one dared to offend. However, they were shocked to learn that even Woodwose had died due to Beryl's persecution?
Beryl had countless things he wanted to say.
While the accusations were mostly accurate, you've subtly twisted the outcomes!
"Third, Beryl has been secretly researching Mors toxin."
As soon as these words were spoken.
"What?!"
"Researching Mors toxin? Does he plan to use it against us?"
"Humans from Pan-Human History are truly terrifying!"
The fairies below were in an uproar.
What did fairies fear most?
They didn't fear death, because even if they died, they would eventually reincarnate.
The only thing they truly feared was the disappearance of their purpose!
That is—turning into Mors!
Mors are the great enemy of all fairies in Britain. Despite mastering mysteries, fairies are as fragile as children before Mors. Every fairy harbors deep hatred and terror toward Mors, requiring groups of fairy knights to lead troops to exterminate swarms of them. Mors are the only subject all fairies refuse to discuss!
Yet Beryl actively studied Mors, attempting to turn them into poison!
No.
In truth, he had already succeeded!
With a wave of the witch's hand,
Numerous humanoid Mors emerged from the collapsing dungeon's depths.
These weren't refugees from the Round Table Army, but test subjects Beryl had used for experiments - hidden deep in the dungeon all along, prevented from going outside to avoid discovery.
The appearance of humanoid Mors made the fairies completely erupt.
Their gazes toward Beryl became filled with terror and hatred.
"For the above crimes combined, Beryl is sentenced to death!"
Morgan swung her staff.
Beryl's body was uncontrollably flung into the center of the fairies.
Facing those devouring stares, Beryl's expression changed.
He instinctively tried to manipulate his Magic Crest, only to find it had long disappeared.
Looking back, he saw the familiar object in Morgan's hand.
With a crack, Morgan casually crushed the crest.
It's over.
As Beryl fell among the fairies, despair completely filled his heart.
"Beryl is yours to deal with. Feel free to slice him a thousand times."
The Queen's proclamation reached tens of thousands of fairies.
"Get him!"
"Taste the despair we've endured!"
"Don't kill him simply - be careful not to hit vital spots!"
Fairies swarmed from all directions, their bloodthirsty eyes wide open.
A thousand cuts weren't enough to vent their hatred!
They had to make him experience every torture Bavanghee had ever inflicted!
He must taste every last bit of despair!
"Stop, you boring creatures... Arghhh, let go! Let me go! I didn't come here to be tortured by third-rate trash like you— Uooohhh!!"
Beryl's furious roars and agonized screams pierced the air.
The fairies showed no restraint, mercilessly producing various torture instruments and making Beryl experience them one by one.
Soon after beginning, blood already covered the ground.
When Beryl's breathing weakened, waiting wind fairies used their healing powers to pull him back from death's door.
Then the torture continued.
The scene became absurdly hellish.
Enough to horrify and terrify any witness.
"The fairies of New Darlington are quite abnormal..."
Even Da Vinci couldn't bear to watch, her pale face resembling someone severely bloodloss.
"I'd heard this place had cruel practices, but my imagination was too limited..."
Even the battle-hardened Tristan couldn't bear to watch.
The fact he shared the same name as that brutal lord made him recall records from the Sixth Singularity, his mood worsening as if he'd eaten a bowl of excrement.
"From the Proper Human History observatory—"
Finally.
After dealing with Beryl, the Queen turned her gaze toward the group.
Following this, she slowly descended toward them.
Seeing this, everyone's expressions abruptly changed.
Muramasa, Tristan, and the others instantly assumed combat stances, while Da Vinci-chan and Mash shielded Gudako and Artoria behind them. Everyone watched the approaching figure with tense expressions.
"I have a question for you."
Morgan landed before the group.
Her icy gaze swept through the veil across the assembled faces, lingering particularly on Artoria.
Unlike during their encounter at the palace, this time Artoria could meet her gaze directly.
Though still somewhat evasive, she at least showed some fighting spirit now.
"Visitors from the Observatory, I ask you—in the world of Proper Human History... before all this, who was that female swordsman?"
Suddenly, Morgan noticed what seemed to be a suspicious figure among the group.
In an instant.
A figure shot out from the crowd.
Before anyone could react, the very female swordsman Morgan had just mentioned charged forward, taking the most direct straight-line path toward Morgan!
No one had anticipated her move.
By the time they realized what was happening, it was already too late to stop her.
Her speed was astonishing—in less than half a second, she broke the sound barrier and closed in on the queen, swinging her blade in a decapitating strike!