Chapter 215: The Clash of Clans

At this time, the opportunity for war had completely slipped away. The responsibility for the offensive now fell squarely on the fires of the Fang Clan. The acting patriarch of the Fang Clan observed the unfolding situation but still couldn't grasp its significance. A fierce light flickered in his eyes as he grinned.

"It seems you're not planning to make a move?" he whispered, his tone laced with mockery.

"Some people are born to want everything for nothing. Let me tell you, that's not how it works," Lott chimed in, adding fuel to the fire with a smile.

The patriarch of the Wind Clan's expression darkened momentarily at Lott's words. She lightly waved her wings, calling out, "Melusine!"

In an instant, Melusine appeared before Lott and the others. The acting patriarch of the Fang Clan felt a wave of anxiety wash over him. Melusine's strength was far beyond his capabilities, and her summoning by the Wind Clan's patriarch signalled a potential threat.

He clenched his fist, trying to suppress his nerves. Meanwhile, Lott, unfazed by the tension, extended a hand and waved at Melusine. "Miss Melusine, it's good to see you again."

"Indeed, good to see you," Melusine replied, nodding silently.

The two fairy leaders exchanged glances, each taken aback by the camaraderie displayed. At that moment, both the patriarch of the Wind Clan and the acting patriarch of the Fang Clan realized the potential for betrayal. The Wind Clan patriarch's worries grew; she recalled the time she had taken Melusine in, understanding her vulnerability.

Fortunately, neither Lott nor Melusine entertained the thought of turning against one another. Lott smiled and asked, "So, Miss Melusine, have you found your answer?"

"Yes," Melusine nodded, her expression thoughtful. "I know what I need to do."

"And what is your choice?" Lott pressed.

Melusine hesitated, her face revealing a tangle of emotions. After a moment's struggle, she replied, "I stand with you."

Lott was prepared for this declaration. His masked expression broke into a smile. If the conflict escalated, the Wind Clan patriarch would likely reveal vulnerabilities that Melusine couldn't ignore. It wouldn't be long before she would find herself firmly on their side.

"I hope you won't regret your choice," Lott said, his tone light but with an undertone of seriousness.

The two patriarchs—of the Fang Clan and the Wind Clan—watched the interaction with narrowed eyes. They seemed to share a silent understanding: if anything was to be said, it would need to be said openly.

After a moment, the acting patriarch of the Fang Clan turned to the Wind Clan patriarch and asked, "What should we do next?"

"We need to prepare and then allow your Fang Clan to charge toward the castle. We'll support you with magic from behind," she replied calmly.

"Are you not concerned about the price?" the acting patriarch shot back, anger simmering beneath the surface.

The Wind Clan patriarch shrugged. "It's not our usual practice to interfere in such battles. This assault on human society is your initiative, and we are merely lending our support."

"It's normal for your clan to suffer losses in battle. Don't dwell on it," she added dismissively.

"Oh, I hope your captives from the Wind Clan fare better. You fairies are quite favoured by the human nobles," the acting patriarch retorted, frustration evident in his voice.

Lott, listening in, couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly. I told you, that was then. Now, with me, the fairies of the Wind Clan are merely lending their strength without compromising themselves.

Putting on a facade of concern, Lott turned to the acting patriarch of the Fang Clan. "I used to think the Wind Clan could make a significant contribution. Now that they're hesitant to engage, what can be done?"

He casually revealed some siege tools, specifically designed for the Wind Clan fairies. The acting patriarch of the Fang Clan shouted in frustration, pointing at his troops. "Enough talk—attack!"

With a rallying cry, the elves of the Fang Clan surged toward the walls of Orkney once again. Seeing this, the Wind Clan warriors turned to their leader.

"Release the magic!" the Wind Clan patriarch commanded.

Melusine stepped forward, raising her two-handed sword. "I'm going too."

"Very well," the patriarch replied reluctantly. Though she was hesitant, she recognized that refusing Melusine would be unreasonable.

With that, Melusine charged toward the castle alongside her kin.

Meanwhile, Morgan observed the unfolding events from the shadows. Her heart raced with determination as she turned to the patriarch of the Rain Clan beside her. "I'm going to take action."

"Understood," the patriarch nodded, aware of Morgan's connections to humanity and what needed to be done.

Morgan began to weave her magic to send a message.

On the battlefield, Tristan and Bedivere remained vigilant as the goblins launched their assault.

"These guys are pushing harder today than yesterday," Bedivere commented, his gaze fixed on the advancing troops. "And behind the Fang Clan fairies, the Wind Clan is using magic. The pressure is mounting..."

Suddenly, Bedivere fell silent, causing Tristan to look over in concern. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"It's nothing, just a magic message from Her Majesty Morgan," Bedivere said with a sigh of relief, a smile breaking across his face.

He then pointed toward the fairies, addressing Tristan. "Next, you and the archers should focus your attacks on the Wind Clan fairies."

"Alright," Tristan replied, momentarily taken aback before quickly nodding in agreement.

He swiftly nocked an arrow and aimed at the Wind Clan, launching it with precision. The arrow found its mark, and blood spilt onto the ground as several fairies fell.

The Wind Clan patriarch's face tightened with concern as the Fang Clan elves continued their charge, climbing the city walls and launching their assault. The defenders retaliated, pouring boiling water and stone from above, trying to thwart the advancing goblins.

Despite the ongoing chaos, the archers remained fixated on the Wind Clan fairies. Tristan's attacks proved especially devastating, causing significant casualties.

The Wind Clan patriarch felt her heart sink. Meanwhile, Morgan observed her expression with disdain, recognizing a stark difference between the Wind Clan and the threats posed by Vortigern.

Despite the Wind Clan's magical prowess, their mindset was dangerously naive. Did they truly believe they were safe while launching attacks from behind the front lines?

As the fighting continued, the Fang Clan suffered heavy losses, yet the acting patriarch remained stoic. In contrast, the Wind Clan patriarch displayed clear anxiety at the escalating toll.

Seeing her distress, the acting patriarch smirked. "Casualties are a normal part of the battle for the Wind Clan. Don't be too concerned."