Chapter 1106: We Haven't Settled Our Score Yet, Have We?
The ashen-gray domain instantly enveloped the entire palace in the blink of an eye.
Viewed from afar, it resembled a massive inverted bowl covering the palace completely.
"W-What's happening?"
"Why has the world suddenly changed?"
"I-Is this a fairy domain?!"
Inside, officials and knights panicked simultaneously.
Everyone stared out the windows with terrified expressions as the entire world vanished, as if this space had completely fallen under someone's control.
Spriggan's internal alarms blared, and he no longer cared about the stench of corpses, clutching Beryl tightly like a lifeline.
"This domain..."
Melusine's eyes narrowed slightly.
She recognized this domain.
Back in the Lake District, he had used this very technique to intimidate the Beast, forcing it to leave this world.
She remembered the effect of this domain seemed to be... nullification?
"..."
Melusine lowered her gaze.
Tap. Tap.
Clear footsteps echoed from afar, growing closer.
The footsteps weren't loud, yet they seemed to tread directly on everyone's hearts.
With each step, hearts involuntarily pulsed in sync, as if their bodies were controlled by the rhythm. Blood seemed to flow backward, sending shivers down everyone's spines.
"Bold insects, far more than I imagined, aren't there?"
A condescending voice rang out.
A tall young figure emerged, entering everyone's field of vision.
He had shed his disguise, appearing before the crowd in his truest form.
The faint smile at the corner of his lips was filled with mockery.
His disdainful gaze made it clear he looked down upon everyone present.
His demeanor was strikingly similar to the Queen's, as if carved from the same mold.
"Your Highness, the Consort?"
Spriggan's eye twitched.
"Weren't you still entangled with those from Pan-Human History?"
"Indeed."
"Then why are you here now?"
Could it be they reached a reconciliation?
Spriggan's heart sank.
Their current smooth progress relied entirely on the rebel and royal armies being locked in bloody conflict—they were merely fishing in troubled waters, and had succeeded so far.
"Just handling Pan-Human History while returning to save the situation. Is that so difficult?"
Eiji looked at him with a smiling expression.
Spriggan's facial muscles twitched violently.
I see.
Another clone?
Having witnessed Morgan's clone slaughtering the rebels earlier, Spriggan immediately realized Eiji had also used a cloning ability to return and salvage the situation.
You two are truly a match made in heaven!
But since when did cloning become such a common skill?
I wish I had it too—who can grant me that?
"However, since Your Highness has returned as a clone—"
"Who told you I returned as a clone?"
Spriggan's slightly relaxed expression immediately stiffened again.
So.
This is the main body?
Even he knew that in cloning abilities, almost all—nine out of ten times—the main body was the strongest.
"But, well."
Eiji stroked his chin, a hollow smile playing on his lips.
"Since you've all dared to stage a coup, it means you're prepared to die. How brave! To honor your determination, I'll grant your wish!"
Spurigan had intended to stall for a bit longer.
But upon hearing this, he was utterly shocked.
"Wait! Don't you care about Beryl's life?!" he shouted sharply.
He still held Beryl as a hostage!
With careful maneuvering, he could still escape safely—
"Where is the hostage?"
Eiji tilted his head.
A vicious grin spread across his face, terrifying Spurigan to his core.
Suddenly.
Spurigan's hand was empty, blood spraying everywhere.
Out of nowhere, a dark figure appeared behind him, severing his arm with a single slash and rescuing Beryl.
"Wait, spare me! I can still be of use! If you just let me go—"
"Slice!"
Before he could finish.
Spurigan's world spun violently.
His severed head hit the ground, still wearing an expression of disbelief.
"Sorry, but I've always enjoyed helping others achieve their goals. How could I not kill you and honor your courage in staging this coup?"
Eiji chuckled, clapping his hands.
"Boom!!"
At the same time.
A pure white magical light roared forth.
Morgan swung her wand, and the dozens of Correction Knights surrounding her vanished into the light, not even a bone remaining.
The officials watching this were dumbstruck.
How could things change so drastically in such a short time?
Recalling their earlier boasts, some began to tremble in fear.
Others dropped to their knees, weeping and begging for mercy.
"Your Majesty, I—"
"Snap!"
A snap of fingers.
Golden rapiers crisscrossed the council hall like fireworks lighting up the sky.
Within seconds.
Not a single living official remained.
The floor was soaked in blood.
Corpses lay everywhere.
Yet Eiji merely smiled faintly, lowering his hand as if nothing had happened.
"Aren't you going to scram?"
He turned his gaze to the Dragon Fairy.
"Still not leaving? I see—you must feel you've done wrong and want a lesson you'll never forget! Well, what can I do? I'm just too nice!"
Eiji made a grasping motion in the air.
A golden holy sword materialized in his hand.
With a backhand swing, he unleashed a blast toward the window.
A star's breath transformed into a torrent of light, streaking across the sky under the stunned gazes of countless onlookers, roaring toward the southwest outside the city!
"Aurora!"
Melusine's face instantly paled.
She spread her wings, breaking the sound barrier twice over in a second, bursting out of the dream realm and racing at extreme speed toward the Wind Clan army's location in the southwest!
In the blink of an eye, the coup was quietly resolved.
"M-Mother..."
Beryl turned her head with difficulty, looking anxiously at Morgan.
"It's alright."
Morgan knelt down, completely disregarding Beryl's decayed body, and gently stroked her head with an expression of unprecedented tenderness.
"Everything is alright now."
So warm.
It felt like returning to that night in the sewets. Beryl wept with joy.
"Truly, my husband!"
After comforting Beryl, Morgan straightened up, reclaiming control over the throne.
She gazed at Eiji, her eyes brimming with an unresolvable tenderness.
You will always stand by my side.
You will never let me down.
Indeed, only you are the one I can truly trust!
"Mhm."
Eiji responded softly in a low voice.
Compared to Morgan's rare display of gentleness, his reaction was considerably more subdued.
"It should be about time to decide the outcome."
"Mhm, just as expected."
Eiji looked out the window.
Morgan's thought-form clones had driven the rebels into a corner. With their elite forces all blocked by Eiji's dream clones, the entire battle was overwhelmingly one-sided.
"..."
Eiji remained silent for a long while.
"Speaking of which, we've never settled the score between us, have we?"
He turned his gaze to Morgan.
Then.
Drew his blade.