Chapter 210: The Burden of Power

Fairy Morgan nodded seriously, affirming her stance in the name of Queen Morgan. She had no desire for power and certainly didn't want Melusine to be her subordinate. Instead, she thought it better for another Morgan to take that role. "I believe she will be very happy if I tell her how strong she is," Fairy Morgan thought proudly to herself.

Meanwhile, Melusine was perplexed. "My strength depends on you to obtain?" she questioned, struggling to comprehend the source of her newfound abilities. Meeting "Morgan" and hearing that this strength originated from her sounded too bizarre. Yet, the certainty in Fairy Morgan's expression left no room for doubt. There was no hesitation or deceit; her claims were sound and convincing.

Fairy Morgan pressed on. "Consider your legend in France. Does your current strength align with what you once had?" In traditional French lore, Melusine's strength was far from impressive; she was merely a fairy, half human and half snake. Her true power stemmed from the spiritual legacy of Lancelot and the might of the dragon of Albion.

"Not very consistent," Melusine replied honestly, her confusion deepening. Memories from a few years prior felt entirely blank, and suddenly waking up with this power seemed implausible. If it was suddenly granted by someone else, that might explain everything.

"Exactly. It's not very consistent," Fairy Morgan agreed, nodding knowingly. "Now, let's look at how I can demonstrate my value to you." She was not trying to deceive Melusine; rather, she intended to present the truth, albeit with some embellishments.

"Our world is on the brink of merging with another. This convergence has significantly affected us, causing major changes among fairies, like the emergence of the six great clans. I have had a hand in this," she explained, her tone steady.

"...Does that give me such strength?" Melusine asked, seeking clarity.

Fairy Morgan smiled but said nothing. "In this other world, there is also a zone of anomalies, and you exist there too. Bestowing upon you the same strength as in that world is my duty," she asserted, though she left unsaid that it didn't mean she was the one who had done it.

Melusine's brow furrowed. "So, what do you want me to do?" she inquired, a mix of curiosity and apprehension in her voice. "Do you want me to betray the patriarch of the Wind Clan?" Memories of her teachings flooded back, and she felt torn.

Fairy Morgan understood the weight of Melusine's thoughts. "Your resolve is admirable, but you might reconsider," she began. "Based on information from the chief of the Rain Clan, I know the Wind Clan's patriarch is not the most principled individual. While he might be better than Aurora from the other world, that's hardly saying much."

She believed that if the situation grew dire enough, Melusine would see the patriarch's true colours and ultimately make her choice.

"I understand your concerns," Fairy Morgan said earnestly. "I won't threaten you to join me. I just want you to think about who truly bears responsibility for this war."

"Are we going to allow your elves to attack?" she pressed, gauging Melusine's reaction.

"No," Melusine replied, shaking her head.

"Then do we humans need the help of your fairies to save us?" Fairy Morgan continued.

Melusine fell silent, contemplating her response. Seeing her hesitation, Fairy Morgan lightly patted her shoulder. "I know what kind of person you are. Take your time to observe and then choose for yourself."

"It's getting late; you should head back," Fairy Morgan advised gently.

"Okay," Melusine nodded, turning to leave. As she walked away, she glanced back, concern etching her features. "Be careful in the upcoming battle. If you encounter danger, that would be bad."

"Thank you for your concern," Fairy Morgan replied, her smile warm as she watched Melusine depart.

Not long after, Gawain approached. "I sensed someone in your camp just now. Is there anyone here?" she asked, sword drawn in a defensive posture.

"Yes, someone from the fairy realm just arrived," Fairy Morgan stretched, casual and relaxed.

"What?! Are there enemies?" Gawain's eyes darted around, vigilant and wary.

Fairy Morgan chuckled, raising her hand. "Relax! Put your sword away; she's not our enemy."

"What is she, then?" Gawain asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Um, she's probably your sister," Fairy Morgan replied after a moment's thought.

Gawain was stunned. "What!? My mother—how can that be? Is motherhood really that powerful?" she exclaimed, grappling with the implications.

At Orkney Castle, the Tooth Clan was pushing forward, hefting logs to create makeshift ladders to scale the walls. This strategy had proven effective, allowing them to breach the defences time and again.

On the battlements, Tristan readied his longbow, drawing back the string and letting an arrow fly. It struck a fairy from the Tooth Clan rushing up the makeshift ladder. "These guys are fearless," he remarked, spitting at Bedivere standing beside him.

"After all, they're fairies. Their goals outweigh their lives—that's just their nature," Bedivere replied nonchalantly, nocking an arrow of his own and firing at the advancing fairies.

Though his aim wasn't as sharp as Tristan's, he still managed to take down a warrior in the crowd.

Tristan continued losing arrows, lamenting, "If only their ambitions were noble, this would be less tragic."

Bedivere nodded in agreement. "But since they've made their choices, they'll face the consequences."

"Indeed," Tristan replied as they continued their barrage.