Chapter 184: The Path to Redemption

"What are you talking about?! I'm a real wicked person, a wicked person to the extreme!" Baobhan Sith exclaimed, her voice rising as she quickly retorted to Morgan.

Seemingly realizing something, she continued, "I guess you must want to disturb my mind like this. Unfortunately for you, I won't be swayed. I will continue to smile—hahaha! I am the worst fairy in the world."

At that moment, Gawain, Morgan's daughter, looked on in surprise. "Mother, you're right! You said this woman turned out to be a good person?" she asked, puzzled.

"Yes, I'm not mistaken. The one with such a bad attitude is a good person," Morgan replied, her expression cautious as she regarded Baobhan Sith, whose smile seemed to vanish.

"You are disgusting," Baobhan Sith muttered under her breath.

Morgan raised an eyebrow, "Tell me, Baobhan Sith, have you ever killed someone?"

"Huh?!" Gawain gasped again, struggling to comprehend.

"Wait, you claim to be a wicked person, yet you've never taken a life?!" Gawain couldn't hide her disbelief.

Morgan continued, "You, the notorious Baobhan Sith, haven't harmed anyone? Even your parents have lived on their conscience."

"You're joking, right? That's a funny needle to poke at," Baobhan Sith retorted.

"Really? Then explain to me why you had so many opportunities to kill last night but didn't take a single life," Morgan pressed on.

"I was just preventing chaos and didn't want to leave you shorthanded," Baobhan Sith replied defensively.

"So, what about that kid? I doubt he was the reason you refrained from killing," Morgan challenged.

"I, I was too lazy to kill. I just wanted to sneak in and not worry about anything else," Baobhan Sith stammered, trying to justify herself.

Gawain began to sense something amiss. It felt like Baobhan Sith was merely putting on a facade.

Morgan sneered at her, prompting Baobhan Sith to take several steps back in discomfort.

Seeing her retreat, Morgan pressed further, "Before you came here, you used these excuses to justify your killings. You want to convince yourself you're a wicked person, but the outcomes contradict your intentions. Am I right, oh kind fairy, Baobhan Sith?"

Baobhan Sith, overwhelmed, collapsed onto the ground. "No, no! I'm a villain! I don't care about the people around me; I just want to be evil!" she exclaimed, her eyes betraying a hint of madness.

Gawain, sensing the danger, drew her revolver, ready to protect her mother. She feared that Baobhan Sith might lash out violently. Fortunately, Baobhan Sith merely hugged her head in distress and muttered, "No, I will never be a kind fairy. To be good and devoted to others will only lead to slaughter. I refuse to live that life."

Morgan approached her, determined. "I promise you, you won't have to live that way."

Baobhan Sith looked up, curious. "What do you mean?"

Morgan elaborated, "In this world, if good people can't survive, it isn't their fault; it's a reflection of the world itself. We cannot change our goodness just because of the world's malice."

As Morgan spoke, Baobhan Sith listened intently. "Every time you do something evil, it hurts you inside. You may wear a smile, but what about your heart?" Morgan pressed.

"Well, enough..." Baobhan Sith mumbled, still stiff.

Seeing her reaction, Morgan continued, "If you feel fine, then you've completely lost hope."

Baobhan Sith, alarmed, rushed to Morgan's side. "So what should I do?"

With a gentle smile, Morgan replied, "You should start doing good deeds. Find out if you truly feel happy doing what's right."

"What do you mean?" Baobhan Sith asked eagerly, wanting to understand how to follow her heart.

"First, you need to clean up your mess from last night," Morgan instructed. "You attacked me and Lott, harming the peasants. Those farmers are still refugees. Don't you think you should be responsible for your actions?"

"Huh! Do I need to take responsibility for something so trivial?" Baobhan Sith retorted, reverting to her original tone.

But the moment she met Morgan and Gawain's stern gazes, she quickly backtracked. "You speak kindly, but if you say that again, I'll let Gawain spank you!" Morgan warned.

Baobhan Sith hurriedly covered her backside, recalling Gawain's surprising strength. "If she hits me again, I'll regret it!" she thought.

Seeing Baobhan Sith's compliance, Morgan nodded approvingly. "Good. Now let's go see what the farmers need."

"Okay," Baobhan Sith replied, her resolve strengthening.

With Gawain leading the way, they set out together.

In the castle playground, the makeshift tents housed families adjusting to their new lives. The previous night's broth had lifted spirits, and the farmers were starting their day. As Baobhan Sith arrived, she was met by a group of curious children.

"Big sister, where were you last night?" one child asked excitedly.

"Yeah! There was an earthquake in the castle! The knights said it was His Majesty Lott fighting the enemy. Did you have something to do with it?" another chimed in.

Hearing their innocent and caring questions warmed Baobhan Sith's heart, revealing her fairy nature. She wanted to conceal her identity but replied without holding back, "Of course I was involved! My strength is not to be underestimated, even by King Lott..."

Just as she was about to boast further, she noticed Gawain raising her palm in warning. Baobhan Sith quickly amended her words, "They all believe in me! I helped King Lott fight the enemy last night."

Internally, she thought, "Just wait, Gawain! Once I regain my strength, we'll see who truly has the upper hand!"

As she took in the children's eager faces, Baobhan Sith felt a sense of comfort. "That big sister is amazing! If I could be as strong as her, I could join the Knights of the Round Table and help His Majesty Lott!" one child exclaimed.

"Of course, when you grow up, you'll be strong enough to join the Knights of the Round Table," Baobhan Sith assured them.

One curious child piped up, "Big sister, when will you join the Knights of the Round Table?"

At that question, Baobhan Sith froze. "You think you can dictate my choices? I decide when I join the Knights!" she snapped.

Upon hearing her outburst, the children's faces fell, disappointment evident in their expressions. Baobhan Sith suddenly felt guilty, shaking her head to dismiss the feeling. She encouraged them, "Alright, no more dawdling! Let's get ready to work. We can't live in tents forever; we must return home."

The children nodded in agreement, enthusiasm renewed.

As Baobhan Sith began to help the farmers, a smile crept onto her face, despite her attempts to suppress it. The cycle of emotions became a delightful struggle, but she kept her hood up to shield her expression.

Meanwhile, in the castle, Lott slowly awakened in his bedroom. "Ah, I feel well-rested! That was a great sleep!" he mused, enjoying the comfort of his wife's knee pillow and the relaxation it brought. After a long night, he stretched and dressed.

As he approached the door, a guard hurried over to him. "Your Majesty Lott, everything is ready!" the guard announced cheerfully.