Chapter 171: Baobhan Sith

Shadows of Ambition

"This will not work."

Immediately afterwards, the patriarch of the Tooth Clan and the patriarch of the Wind Clan shuddered in unison.

Why? Why do I have this idea? What went wrong?

The two patriarchs pondered this question but found no answers. Eventually, they both turned their gazes toward the patriarch of the Mirror Clan, who was watching their quarrel with keen interest.

"What do you see me doing?!" he snapped, irritation creeping into his voice.

This was the first time he and his clan had been regarded with such importance since their recent defeat. In normal circumstances, he would have welcomed the attention, but now it felt uncomfortable.

"The patriarch of the Mirror Clan," the patriarch of the Wind Clan spoke gently, "since you're here, why not mediate our dispute? Who do you think is right?"

Despite their reluctance, both clans understood they needed a mediator—someone from the six clans. Naturally, they instinctively chose the patriarch of the Mirror Clan.

"Um, I think..." he hesitated, his lack of confidence evident. The recent loss of his predictive abilities had shaken him. If he were to follow his heart, it would only lead to more trouble. Was it truly wise to confront the situation directly?

In this moment of uncertainty, a mocking voice pierced through the tension in the hall.

"I said, you guys, either hesitate too much, are afraid of death, or don't think at all. It's sad to see the six clans controlled by such people."

The three patriarchs turned to see a petite figure striding in.

This fairy resembled a girl—beautiful yet radiating an undeniable aura of malice. Her slender limbs and torso suggested fragility, evoking a desire to cradle her. Clad in minimal attire—a large black veil gracing her cherry-coloured hair and a black outfit resembling what Lott would call a bikini—she flaunted her alluring figure.

Much of her skin was exposed, and her feet were adorned with extremely high heels. Her toenails were painted black, and beneath her fair skin, faint blue veins were visible. Strangely, her heels were shaped like deer hooves.

Despite her striking beauty, the patriarchs of the three clans couldn't help but frown upon seeing her.

"This is not a place for you, Baobhan Sith!" the patriarch of the Tooth Clan exclaimed, his voice laced with annoyance.

Baobhan Sith laughed contemptuously as she found a suitable spot to sit. Crossing her legs, she addressed the patriarch, "If I don't come, where else can I listen to your three useless ideas?"

"You want to die!" the patriarch of the Tooth Clan shouted, clenching his fists and lunging at her.

Baobhan Sith easily dodged his attack, her expression mocking. "Oh, you little wolf, I didn't expect you to be so angry!"

This taunt only further enraged him. He clenched his fists again, preparing to strike once more.

The other two patriarchs exchanged exasperated glances. Despite her beauty, Baobhan Sith was known for her terrible character. Anyone who encountered her often felt an overwhelming urge to strike her down.

She did not belong to any of the six clans; she was a fairy from Scotland, infamous for openly expressing her desires and using those around her to fulfil them. Her pursuit of fleeting pleasures often came at the cost of others' suffering, and she revelled in the power to torment the vulnerable.

While the patriarchs might harbour malice towards humans, they still showed a semblance of kindness. Baobhan Sith, however, was devoid of any compassion—she was pure evil.

What made the clan chiefs particularly wary was her reputation as an outright vampire. Before she arrived in the fairy realm, she had drawn blood from humans, leading to their demise.

In their minds, she embodied the essence of evil—a rarity even among fairies.

As they pondered, the patriarch of the Tooth Clan attempted to attack Baobhan Sith multiple times, each attempt failing miserably. She seized one opportunity, delivering a heavy kick to his chest, leaving him gasping for breath against the wall.

"Hehe, now you see the gap between us," she taunted, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

"What are you planning to do?" the patriarch of the Wind Clan asked, frowning at her.

"What am I going to do? Of course, I plan to contribute my strength to the fairy kingdom," Baobhan Sith replied solemnly, but before the patriarch could respond, she burst into laughter. "But honestly, I think I should handle things myself than leave them to you. Lot and Morgan—did those two influence the fairies? I want to meet them and see what they're like."

With that, she sauntered toward the exit, glancing around at the surrounding buildings.

"Oh, what's wrong with the Earth Clan fairies? Don't they realize they should build this place a bit more luxuriously? At this level of simplicity, there's nothing beautiful about it..." she remarked, provoking twitches of annoyance from the three clan chiefs.

A passing goblin from the Earth Clan overheard her and rushed toward her in anger, but she easily kicked him aside.

"Hey, you have some nerve trying to fight back. Interesting. We'll have a good chat when I come back," she quipped.

She then turned her attention to an armed warrior from the Tooth Clan, effortlessly tearing away his leather armour.

"You'd better work on your fitness before trying to attack the enemy. You guys are just wasting food in the Fairy Nation!" she scoffed before leaving.

The patriarch of the Tooth Clan, veins bulging in his forehead, was ready to charge after her for a second attack, but the other two patriarchs restrained him.

"Alright, alright, you'd best let Baobhan Sith go. If she stays here, who knows what trouble she'll cause," the patriarch of the Wind Clan advised.

"And I'm supposed to just swallow this insult!?" the patriarch of the Tooth Clan replied indignantly.

"Of course, I won't let you swallow this insult," the Wind Clan patriarch reassured him. "This time, Baobhan Sith is targeting Lot and Morgan. Whatever happens between them is irrelevant; the outcome will be entertaining for all of us."

"Really?" Hearing this, the Tooth Clan patriarch nodded slightly.

For these two factions, it didn't matter who was affected; either side could amuse.

The ideal scenario? Baobhan Sith would eliminate Lot and Morgan, leaving everyone satisfied.

Yes, that kind of plot was perfect.

The patriarchs of the clans thought in unison.

As Baobhan Sith walked away from the gathering of tribal chiefs, a smug smile crossed her face.

"Well, this is splendid. They'll start to fear me. But first, I have something important to settle—the two kings. If I kill them, my wicked reputation will spread throughout Britain."

The thought of instilling fear in others brought her comfort. Isn't that what she wanted? To be feared?

If she succeeded this time, she would ensure her name was known.

That would be perfect.

Baobhan Sith recalled her tragic experiences in Scotland. Initially, she aimed to create a notorious reputation by drawing blood.

It had gone well initially; the people of Scotland loved tales of fear.

Her murderous name quickly spread throughout Britain.

That fateful night, she found another target—a woman with purple hair, clad in tights, walking alone.

She aimed to attack but was shocked when the woman instantly countered, putting a spear to her throat.

At that moment, Baobhan Sith thought she would die.

To her surprise, the woman let her go, simply shaking her head and commenting, "I thought you would at least be a little fierce."

And then she left—just like that.

Thinking back on it, Baobhan Sith clenched her fists in frustration.

Why had she said that?

With the purple-haired woman's figure still fresh in her mind, she muttered to herself, "As for why I didn't let those from the Tooth Clan attack Lot and Morgan earlier—it's simple. They would only get in the way, so I won't let them. That's all—no other reasons."

Convinced, Baobhan Sith set out on her path.

Time to confront the two kings.

She intended to prove her strength with their lives.