Chapter 1111: The Show Begins
"By the way, let me tell you something else interesting!"
He brought his lips close to Muirenn's ear.
"1200 years ago, the Fang Clan attacked the Wing Clan because I instigated it."
Like a demon's whisper.
"You... you are...?!"
Muirenn stared at him fiercely, seemingly recognizing his true identity.
With a soft pop, he crushed Muirenn's heart.
The light in Muirenn's eyes gradually faded.
Finally, her breath stopped.
Meanwhile.
In Camelot.
Amid the ruins of the royal palace, the fairies of the King's Clan successfully excavated the throne.
"Well done."
Grim praised the fairies briefly, his gaze fixed on the still pristine throne.
This throne was the hub of the entire Fairy Kingdom.
With his level of perception, he had long recognized that Morgan used this throne to control the cyclical reincarnation of millions of fairies in the Fairy Kingdom. As long as this throne remained intact and there was someone capable of controlling it, the Fairy Kingdom would not truly perish.
And now, speaking of those in the Fairy Kingdom who could control this throne—
The Queen was dead.
Eiji had disappeared without a trace.
The only one who could control this throne was Nocnarea.
Even Artoria couldn't do it. In terms of fairy specifications, Nocnarea was overwhelmingly powerful—no fairy in all of Britain could surpass her.
As long as Nocnarea ascended the throne and regained control, the Fairy Kingdom of Britain would continue.
"Hmm?"
Grim suddenly made a surprised sound.
He looked warily in a certain direction.
There, a figure completely covered in a cloak had appeared at some unknown time.
"Eiji?"
Grim recognized him and instinctively hid the throne behind his back.
"Aren't you supposed to be very busy right now? What brings you here?"
"Grim, you're a Servant from Pan-Human History, right? Is it really appropriate for you to support the Queen of the North like this?"
Eiji cast a contemptuous look.
"Uh..."
"But don't worry, I'm not interested in the throne or Nocnarea. Do whatever you want with them."
"That's good to hear."
Grim breathed a sigh of relief.
"After all, Nocnarea can't possibly oppose the will of the island."
Eiji sneered.
"You understand too, don't you, Grim?"
"—The countdown for this island has already begun, and no one can stop it!"
The moment Morgan exited the stage, the fate of this Britain was already sealed.
Grim fell silent.
That's right.
He could sense it too.
In the mere half-day since Morgan's disappearance, the atmosphere in the Fairy Kingdom had grown increasingly heavy.
Ordinary fairies couldn't perceive this, still immersed in the joy of defeating the Queen. No one knew that a great calamity capable of destroying the entire Fairy Kingdom was awakening.
"If you're not here to destroy the throne, then why did you come?"
Grim avoided answering directly and changed the subject.
"Well, I was just about to ask you."
Eiji didn't mind.
He remembered his main purpose and asked Grim solemnly.
"Have you found Bageko?"
"Haven't seen her at all."
Grim shook his head frankly.
"Really, no trace whatsoever?"
"None."
"Where could she have gone?"
Eiji rubbed his forehead.
During the day, the two of them got so carried away with their excitement that they completely forgot about Beryl, engaging in a fierce back-and-forth battle with great fervor.
After everything settled, Eiji finally remembered that Beryl had been left behind in the palace.
But even after searching all day, he couldn't find the slightest trace of Beryl.
"How am I going to explain this without finding Beryl..."
Eiji vanished with a pained expression.
...
The royal capital had already fallen into ruin.
The coronation ceremony for the new queen was ultimately decided to be held at Salisbury Cathedral.
Given that the Fairy Kingdom was in a state of reconstruction, the new queen decided to keep the coronation ceremony as simple as possible, streamlining the complicated procedures to within an hour.
Two days later, in Salisbury.
Including representatives from Chaldea such as Gudako, the Child of Prophecy Artoria, and the leaders of the remaining major clans, all gathered at Salisbury Cathedral.
The Queen of the North, Knocknarea, participated in the ceremony as the true queen.
However.
The ceremony itself was fundamentally flawed.
A fairy with long pink hair offered Knocknarea a drink.
"What a spectacle!"
Eiji, hiding outside the cathedral, witnessed everything from start to finish.
From the moment the pink-haired fairy appeared, he understood it all.
What was offered was a cup of poisoned wine.
Normally, such poison would mean nothing to Knocknarea. As the reincarnation of Queen Mab of the North and the most powerful fairy in Britain, poisoned wine couldn't harm her.
But Knocknarea's authority was unique.
She could bestow her power and wisdom upon subordinates who gained her approval. Those who received her blessings would see their strength greatly enhanced, and their minds would inexplicably become sharper.
However, if such a subordinate were to betray her, the impact on Knocknarea would be fatal.
Thus, while Knocknarea welcomed fairies from various cities to Edinburgh, she absolutely forbade any of her subordinates from leaving.
This was the authority of prosperity and domination inherited from Queen Mab of the North.
Because of this authority, the fairies gathered around her became Britain's sixth clan—the Clan of the King.
She grew powerful through the loyalty of her subordinates.
And she would grow weak through their betrayal.
After she drank the poisoned wine, several members of the Clan of the King stepped forward, hurling all kinds of accusations at her.
From that moment on, the outcome was already sealed.
"He who sits the throne is the true king, wearing a crown stained with blood."
Eiji let out a long sigh.
Knocknarea was dead.
Her strength depended on the loyalty of her subordinate fairies.
The mastermind behind the scenes had planted people in every city, pouring bucket after bucket of dirty water on her reputation, causing the loyalty of her subordinates to plummet.
The result was self-evident—Knocknarea died from mere poisoned wine.
The entire cathedral descended into chaos.
The pink-haired fairy, confused and panicked after offering the poisoned wine, was the first to be torn to shreds by the enraged fairies of the Clan of the King.
Then, the turmoil quickly spread throughout Salisbury.
It was as if the tragedy of Londinium 2,400 years ago was being reenacted here.
Even the members of Chaldea and Artoria were powerless to stop the chaos.
The members of the Clan of the King who stepped forward to accuse Knocknarea were all fairies of the Wind Clan.
The one who offered Knocknarea the poisoned wine was the clan leader's secretary, Krul.
The identity of the mastermind behind it all.
Even more self-evident.
"Lord Eiji!"
A surprised cry came from behind.
"My subordinates said they saw you, so I rushed over immediately!"
A female fairy with honey-golden long hair and a charmingly sweet figure came to Eiji's side, looking at him with joyful delight.
"Aurora."
Eiji turned his gaze to the female fairy beside him.
A strange smile spread across his face.
"You truly are quite capable!"