Chapter 220: A New Strategy for Peace

She answered this time, and all the fairies present shook their heads in disbelief.

"So, do we really need to negotiate with humans?"

This was absolutely impossible, they thought among themselves. Meanwhile, Lott was deep in thought, contemplating the situation.

Hey, this is complicated. If we can't conquer them by force, then maybe we should use culture to handle these fairies instead!

Morgan caught onto Lott's thoughts, and her eyes lit up with inspiration. After pondering for a moment, she said, "I understand you're not convinced. So, I'll let my partner explain our plan."

With that, Morgan turned to Lott, who looked utterly confused.

"?????" Lott's expression mirrored his confusion.

Why are you looking at me? I wanted to enjoy the show! But he decided that explaining in person would be more effective.

With a resigned sigh, Lott stepped forward, drawing the attention of all the fairies present.

"What do we fairies need most from humans?" he asked, a thoughtful look on his face.

"What we need is the human spirit!" the fairies shouted in unison, their voices ringing with conviction. It was a well-known fact, clear to all.

Seeing that all four major clans had reached a consensus, Lott waved his hand and continued, "Yes, we need only the human spirit. So why should we fight humans in a battle where we are at a disadvantage?"

He paused for effect, letting his words sink in. "Moreover, our races are unlikely to stand a chance against humans right now."

The fairies considered this, acknowledging the truth in Lott's statement, even if it was difficult to hear.

"Then what do you propose?" the patriarch of the Earth Clan asked, intrigued.

"Of course, we use our strengths to defeat humans," Lott replied, having prepared his deception. "Our Earth Clan is skilled in construction, and our Wing Clan and Rain Clan have their advantages. These are our strengths."

The patriarch of the Mirror Clan frowned slightly. He's talking about the other clans, but what about us?

If he were to be honest, Lott would have agreed that the Mirror Clan's contributions seemed limited. Their most important prophetic abilities had been rendered ineffective by Lott's presence. He thought to himself the effectiveness of your clan is quite small. If it weren't for your prophecy, it might have been better to send you to be fortune-tellers under a bridge!

Yet, he held his tongue.

"Next, we need to deal a serious blow to those humans so they understand that negotiation is in their best interest. Once we reach a peaceful agreement, we can request that they share their cultural classics and provide us with spiritual nourishment. This way, we can gradually influence them," he continued.

We can't lose a battle; we'll just give them a scare. Later, during peace talks, we can manipulate them. Although fairies are intelligent, they lack creativity. Their curiosity about the human world is an advantage we can exploit. Once they experience our food, our clothing, and our thoughts, they'll become our vassals.

This strategy isn't new; it's been used before. This time, we'll apply it in Britain—consider it a tribute to the old world.

Morgan, overhearing Lott's thoughts, couldn't help but gasp. Are you serious? Is this how fairies think? Which ancient country taught you such underhanded tactics? How vile!

They deserve to be wiped out!

If Lott had known Morgan's true feelings, he would have been even more encouraged by his cunning plan.

"Furthermore, we can rely on the exquisite products of our fairy clan to trade with humans, reducing our labor significantly," Lott added.

The fairies nodded in agreement, feeling that his points were valid. However, they failed to consider a critical point: becoming reliant on human goods would mean losing control over their fate.

But it wasn't just the fairies who overlooked this; many experts and scholars throughout history have done the same.

"But how should we inflict these humans with substantial losses?" the patriarch of the Wing Clan asked, eager for more details.

"Well, we have a ready source of troops: the captives from the Tooth Clan. We can use them to charge at the humans," Lott replied with a smug grin.

"Okay," the fairies agreed in unison. As long as the captives weren't killed, everything seemed acceptable.

Back at the camp, Lott and Morgan embraced each other excitedly.

"Poor Agravain," Lott chuckled, "before he even arrives, he's going to be caught in this chaos."

After their moment, Lott smirked and said, "Let's see how these fairies will become our vassals."

The four major clans had more power than the two clans the Tooth Clan and the Wind Clan. Still, Morgan understood that today's performance revealed they were all cut from the same cloth.

"Yes, it all depends on how our officials handle this. We need to make sure those fairies can't live without humans," she replied.

"Right, it's up to the officials to figure this out," Lott agreed, glancing at the tent before lying down with Morgan in his arms.

"Let's cherish this last night together. Tomorrow, we'll leave everything to the goblins and let Morgan take charge," he said, settling in.

"Ugh, cherish what? I can't wait to leave this place," Morgan replied with disdain, looking around. "I miss the grand bed in Camelot Palace."

Even though the Earth Clan had built this place quite well, it was still in the wild. There were all sorts of nuisances: snakes, mice, and especially bugs! Just days ago, she had spotted a reptile slithering across the ground, nearly making her lose her cool and use magic to attack it. Fortunately, Lott had intervened.

"Okay, when we get back, let's sleep in that big bed for three days and three nights," he said, trying to lighten her mood.

Morgan nodded, feeling a little more hopeful.

"Uh-huh," they both settled in, looking forward to a peaceful rest.

The next day, the four major clans began their assault with the Tooth Clan leading the charge. The Tooth Clan, empowered by the magic of the other clans, surged toward the human army.

Camelot's forces were prepared and met the attack with ease. Amidst the chaos, Morgan and Lott managed to slip away and join Camelot's army, reconnecting with Gawain, Fairy Morgan, and the others.

"Dad, Mom!" Gawain cried out, rushing toward them with excitement.

"Well, Little Gawain!" Morgan exclaimed, opening her arms for a hug.

However, Gawain ran straight to Lott instead, wrapping her arms around him in a joyful embrace.

Seeing this, Morgan's face flushed with embarrassment.