"You learned it overnight!?"

Upon hearing Melusine say this, Lancelot's face was filled with disbelief.

This wasn't some simple thrusting technique it was a sword skill he had honed through years of grueling practice.

Though it couldn't be said to have reached the realm of the divine, it was still not something easily mastered.

That Galahad from before, despite his youth, had already attained strength comparable to his own, which was already bizarre enough.

But upon later investigation, he had also undergone long and arduous training to reach that level.

And now, what was this Melusine saying?

That she had learned it overnight!?

Impossible.

To knights like them, this was nothing short of an insult.

How many knights had trained diligently for decades, only to achieve less than a hundredth of the strength she had gained in an instant?

But

Looking into the child's pure eyes, Lancelot found it hard to believe she was lying.

"Yes." Melusine nodded lightly.

"I don't know where this power came from. It felt like I just went to sleep, and when I woke up, I suddenly had it. And using it feels so natural."

Melusine affirmed with a nod.

"Is that so?"

This was the first time Lancelot had encountered something so strange.

Intrigued by Melusine's words, he stroked his chin and said, "Who should we consult to find an answer to this?"

"I don't know."

Melusine shook her head.

Though she was a fairy adopted by the Wind Clan and held great affection for them, she didn't believe the fairies of the Wind Clan could help her unravel this mystery.

And she didn't know many others either.

"Let me think…"

Lancelot pondered.

Then, he came up with two candidates.

One was Merlin a master magician with clairvoyance, who surely knew most things in this world.

The other was Morgan.

Morgan seemed to know even more.

There were things even Merlin didn't know, yet she did.

Lancelot had a strong intuition.

If they sought out Morgan, she would undoubtedly provide them with a proper answer.

But between the two

Lancelot felt he didn't want to choose either.

Still, there was no harm in telling Melusine.

He looked at her and said:

"I know two people who might be able to give you an answer."

"Oh? Who?"

Hearing this, Melusine's face immediately showed interest.

Lancelot then mentioned both Merlin and Morgan.

When he spoke of Merlin, Melusine showed no reaction, as if entirely uninterested.

But when he mentioned Morgan, Melusine felt a sudden stirring in her heart.

A familiar feeling.

It was as if she should know her.

Yet…

She didn't want to meet her.

Melusine thought to herself.

"What's your choice?"

Lancelot pressed the question.

After some thought, Melusine replied firmly:

"I choose to go find Morgan."

Even if her heart resisted the idea, that was precisely why she had to go.

"Very well. I wish you success."

Lancelot nodded and prepared to leave.

Him? Go to Morgan?

No, no.

The mere thought of Morgan brought back memories of what he had endured at the hands of Morgan and Lot.

That kind of recollection

He never wanted to relive it.

"Mm."

Seeing Lancelot's expression, Melusine nodded silently.

Though she didn't understand what he was so afraid of, she wouldn't force him if he didn't want to go.

She was deeply curious about her origins.

She wanted to meet Morgan to find out the truth.

With that, they parted ways.

Lancelot continued his travels, while Melusine set off to find Morgan.

Her starting point

Was the Camelot army's location.

...

Today, Leah, an ordinary fairy of the Wind Clan, felt her experiences had been extraordinarily tumultuous.

In the morning, she had received orders from the village chief, stating that their clan leader had commanded them to bring some people back.

She didn't understand why the clan leader had made such a decision, but since it was an order, she had no choice but to obey.

However, after leaving the village and venturing into Britain, she had the misfortune of encountering a magical beast.

This era's Britain could be called the last remnant of the Age of Gods.

It wasn't just home to fairies magical beasts were also plentiful.

The reason Morgan and Lot rarely encountered them was simple: those beasts weren't foolish enough to attack the Camelot army, which was guarded by legions of knights.

But Leah was just one fairy.

She ran into one such beast.

Leah wasn't some master magician, so her first instinct upon seeing the beast was to flee.

Yet after just a few steps, the beast pinned her down.

This is it.

Just as she thought she was done for

She heard the incantation of magecraft.

Then

The ordinary magical beast was pierced through by the spell.

Had someone attacked it?

Leah looked around and saw two figures approaching.

One was a tall figure clad in iron armor, and the other was a beautiful female fairy in a white uniform and blue cloak.

"Are you alright?"

The 'female fairy' walked over, helped Leah up, and spoke with a gentle smile.

Once on her feet, Leah thanked them profusely:

"Thank you so much! You've been a tremendous help."

"It's nothing. Just a small matter."

The 'female fairy' smiled.

"Well, you should go now. We'll be on our way too."

Curious, Leah asked, "Where are you headed?"

"We're just fairies traveling without any particular goal."

The 'female fairy' answered.

Hearing this, Leah thought for a moment before saying:

"Um… would you like to come to our village? To repay you for saving me, I'd like to treat you properly."

These two fairies were clearly quite strong.

Given that their kind might soon be clashing with humans, the dangers would be immense.

Having two powerful individuals in the village would greatly improve their safety.

Leah thought to herself.