Lostbelt
Inside the damp tree hollow...
Looking at the plan the Group Owner had given her, the blonde girl shuddered.
She was not stupid. She immediately understood what the Group Owner meant.
Faeries were different from humans...
When a faerie died, it left no corpse behind.
They would merge back into mountains and nature, becoming soil that nurtured new life.
And at the place where they died, the next individual of the line would naturally be born.
The newly born individual did not possess the previous generation's memories, but would still be influenced by that previous one's lingering obsessions, giving rise to a brand-new consciousness.
Put simply...
they became a superior individual...
With this special "reincarnation mechanism", as long as the guidance was correct, the herd would be optimized in whatever direction its keeper desired.
On top of that...
that solitary island of Britain, hanging alone off the continent, was the best pasture imaginable.
Treat that herd of faeries the same way one treated livestock.
Pick out the obedient, sensible ones, and cull those that refused to obey.
Exploit the faeries' death mechanism and sift them generation after generation.
Only harmless, good-natured faeries would be qualified to go on living upon that land.
In order to survive, the newborn faeries would inevitably refine themselves, generation by generation.
This would be a massacre...
An unprecedented, utterly inhuman slaughter...
She could almost see it: corpses piled into mountains, blood dyeing the entire land red!
The endlessly growing heap of faerie bones and remains would ceaselessly expand Britain's territory!
Not a single bit would go to waste!
Madman!
He had to be insane!
Because only a madman could come up with such a plan!
While the naïve savior of a girl stood there, stunned and shaken,
a new reply once again popped up on the azure virtual screen.
...
In the Goddess Chat Group—
[Group Owner: Although faeries are a selfish race, and most will only ever act according to their own whims.]
[Group Owner: There are always some faeries, however, who obtain happiness through helping others.]
[Group Owner: In that sinful land, they are special individuals and ought to be treated kindly.]
[Group Owner: As for those beasts who harbor treachery and could betray you at any time—do they really matter?]
[Aesc the Savior: No, I can't do that...]
[Aesc the Savior: Wouldn't that make me the villain?]
[Aesc the Savior: I'm the Fairy of Paradise, the savior!]
[Group Owner: Hypocritical compassion cannot bring true peace to that land of suffering.]
[Group Owner: You've lived for thousands of years, repeating the same foolish acts. Deep down, you understand this, don't you?]
[Aesc the Savior: But...]
[Group Owner: Naïve girl, then do it... for those dead Knights of the Round Table.]
[Group Owner: Use "magecraft" on them!]
...
Lostbelt...
Inside the damp tree hollow...
The words on the virtual screen seemed to exude a nauseating stench of blood.
The blonde girl stared at the screen, a smile uglier than crying twisting her face.
At that moment...
countless images flashed through her mind...
One after another, Knights of the Round Table in splendid armor had their nerves numbed by poisoned wine and collapsed to the ground.
Beautiful faeries with butterfly wings drove the sharp heels of their shoes into the knights' eyeballs, just to listen to their agonized screams.
Those damned beasts had even laughed together, comparing and boasting over who had crushed more eyeballs.
When that game bored them, the other faeries had begun to cheer and cavort, waving their already poison-coated knives.
They sawed cruelly through the knights' necks, letting the dark red blood spray everywhere like a fountain!
Her subordinates...
Those Knights of the Round Table who had gathered under her banner, to protect the weak, for the sake of love and peace.
Those loyal subordinates had been brutally tortured to death by that pack of beasts right before her eyes!
Her hysterical hatred turned into a blazing fire, scorching the blonde girl's soul!
At that very instant...
her body, drained of strength by the poison, seemed to break through some shackle and once more returned to its peak.
Her once-sealed magic circuits glowed with dazzling light!
A surging torrent of mana burst forth from within her, unstoppable like a tidal wave!
Pale frost radiated a bone-chilling cold.
It spread rapidly outward from beneath the girl's feet.
Even the air temperature plummeted by dozens of degrees in an instant!
Wherever the frost extended, everything was turned into a sculpture of deathly ice!
"Look! What is that?!"
A faerie taking part in the hunt for Aesc the Savior noticed the disturbance in the distance.
But before the beast could finish speaking, the frost had already spread to his back.
Together with the still-burning torch in his hand, he became part of an ice sculpture.
And his heartbeat stopped forever.
Seeing such a horrific scene, all the faeries present panicked.
"My leg!"
"Aaah!"
"Someone help me!"
"Where is our Savior! Where are the Knights of the Round Table?!"
"Damn it! We should have waited a bit longer before betraying them!"
The faeries caught up in this calamity of cold began to cry out in terror, calling the savior's name.
In the past, at times like this...
that naïve savior would always step forward to protect them, these supposedly weak faeries.
But this time...
their cries summoned only a mocking, scornful laugh...
"Hahaha..."
"Your so-called savior is already dead!"
A blonde girl in gorgeous attire, holding a wooden staff, stood in the shadows where the light could not reach her, the corners of her lips lifting into a cruel smile.
"Y-you..."
"You're..."
"Aesc... the Savior?"
A faerie in a maid outfit exclaimed, covering her mouth with both hands.
Same outfit, same face, even the voice was identical.
But...
why was the presence she exuded so terrifying?
Just as she puzzled over this question, an invisible blade of wind passed straight through her body.
Her upper torso slid down along a smooth diagonal cut from her still-standing lower body and fell into the pool of blood below.
Even in the moment of her death, she still did not understand why the savior before her would hurt her.
"I will never save you again..."
"Nor will I forgive you again..."
"The Fairy of Paradise's mission has nothing to do with what truly matters..."
"All I need is to realize my own dream, even if it means becoming a king of dominion!"
"All I want is Britain! I will stitch my ideal into this planet itself!"
As her words fell,
the wooden staff in her hand split with a crack.
Bathed in eerie blue hellfire, the plain wooden staff was forged into a bizarre black-and-blue lance.
Thud—!
The sharp tip of the lance struck the frost-frozen ground, sending out ripples of blue mana.
Countless blue sigils burst forth from beneath the earth.
They intertwined like blue-white ribbons, weaving circles in midair.
The spread of the cold wave sped up several times over once more,
continuing to gnaw its way toward distances far beyond what the eye could see.
Mass generational selective breeding...
began at this very moment...
(End of Chapter)
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