Chapter 218: The Fall of the Mirror Clan and the Power Struggle Among the Fairies

"The Mirror Clan is finished with Lott's presence," said one of the fairies. "The prophecy abilities they once had are completely useless now. They're practically the weakest among the six clans of the fairies."

The Mirror Clan was known for their abilities of foresight, but with Lott's influence, their powers were nullified. Because of this, they no longer had a chance to lead the fairies, making them the easiest clan to persuade to join Morgan's cause.

When the leaders of the Earth Clan and the Rain Clan approached the Mirror Clan to convince them, the Mirror Clan readily agreed. However, they did so without knowing about Lott's involvement. If they had known he was part of this plan, they would have refused outright. His very presence would have been a dealbreaker.

"Because of that man," one of them muttered, "our clan has been reduced to this."

After persuading the Mirror Clan, only the Winged Clan remained. The Winged Clan was indeed more difficult to convince than the Mirror Clan, but this time Lott brought more than just two clan leaders. The Rain Clan, Earth Clan, and Mirror Clan had already agreed to support Morgan, and with three clans backing her, it wasn't necessary to convince the last one forcefully. Under the pressure from the other clans, the Winged Clan eventually gave in.

The leader of the Winged Clan eyed Lott suspiciously. "And what exactly will we gain from this?" she asked.

Lott replied smoothly, "Fairness. Pure and simple fairness."

After various discussions, the majority of the clans—four out of the six—chose to support Morgan. However, they didn't announce their decisions outright. Instead, they watched and waited for the outcome of the conflict between the Tooth Clan and the Wind Clan, who were still undecided.

The battle between the Tooth Clan and the Wind Clan dragged on for days. Finally, the Wind Clan chose to withdraw. This decision did not sit well with the Wind Clan's leader, who often complained to Melusine, a member of the Wind Clan who had been by her side throughout.

"You did nothing to contribute to this fight. Is that the right thing to do?" the leader scolded Melusine.

Melusine, feeling wronged, quietly thought to herself, I don't want the fairies to fight. What's wrong with that? Especially when humans are involved. It's irrational. But she didn't say these thoughts aloud, knowing that the Wind Clan's leader was still someone she needed to follow. Even if the leader had made a mistake, Melusine chose to stay loyal. However, she remained silent.

Seeing Melusine's lack of argument, the Wind Clan's leader didn't press further. "Let's go back," she finally said.

"And what about the war?" Melusine asked.

"War? With this mess, how could we possibly win?" the leader snorted.

"So what's the plan?" Melusine inquired.

"I have my own plans," the leader replied cryptically. She was still hiding her true strength. If she combined it with the power of the Dragon of Albion, she believed that even if Vortigern was resurrected, she and Melusine could still be victorious. Though she had lost this battle, she had not yet lost the war.

With that, the Wind Clan's army began to retreat. Camelot's forces noticed the movement, but Lott sent a message to hold them back. He knew the Wind Clan's strength and recognized that, while his daughter was powerful, she was still no match for their leader.

Meanwhile, the acting leader of the Tooth Clan saw that the Wind Clan had retreated. His face lit up with excitement. What does this mean? He thought. It's like two people fighting—if one runs away, the other is the victor.

The Tooth Clan was overjoyed. They believed that their acting leader was now the de facto winner of the battle and that it was time to rally the remaining fairy forces and charge the human fortress. Victory against the humans would make them rulers of the fairy kingdom.

"What about the real leader of our clan?" someone asked. "They're still held captive by Camelot, doing manual labor."

"Once I defeat the human army, I'll officially take over," the acting leader thought to himself. He secretly hoped that the real patriarch would die in Camelot, allowing him to ascend without any resistance. Though he didn't voice this treacherous thought, it lingered in his mind.

Having decided he was now the leader, he put on his finest attire for the ceremonial occasion. Despite looking like a werewolf, the Tooth Clan valued appearances and formalities. He summoned the other clan leaders and greeted them with a broad smile.

"The Wind Clan has fled. I will now lead us into the next battle," he declared confidently, expecting unanimous support from the other leaders.

However, he was met with indifferent expressions. The other clan leaders exchanged cold, knowing glances. Even Lott, who was mingling with the group, gave a nonchalant shrug.

"What is this?" the acting leader of the Tooth Clan demanded, his temper rising. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

One of the leaders, from the Rain Clan, spoke up. "When did we ever say you won? Or that you should lead the rest of the fairies?"

The others nodded in agreement, sharing the sentiment.

The acting leader turned to Lott in frustration. "What about you?" he asked. "Didn't you say I'd lead?"

Lott spread his hands innocently. "I might have said that," he admitted. "But I'm not the leader of any of the four major clans. What does my opinion matter? Unless you think I can persuade these leaders who are three to four hundred years old? That's unlikely."

"You're playing games with me!" the acting leader snarled, his rage boiling over.

"Sure, and what if I am?" Lott replied casually. "Sometimes you need to be taught a lesson, especially if you're still my enemy."

The acting leader, furious beyond reason, charged at Lott, claws bared. "If words won't work, then I'll use force to show you how wrong you are!"

His first target was Lott, who he was determined to kill. But Lott was prepared. He didn't need to summon the full power of Vasilis. Instead, he wielded a long sword forged by the Earth Clan, enchanted by Morgan herself.

As the acting leader lunged at him, Lott calmly parried the attack. Even amidst the chaos, he found time to strike back with precision, maintaining his composure.