Chapter 217: The Rise of the Fairy Queen

Lott observed the ongoing chaos among the fairies, and a thought crossed his mind: Compared to these fairies, the alliance against Dong Zhuo seemed far more organized and disciplined. He concealed a smile, contemplating the disorder among the various fairy clans.

His words resonated with the Wind and Tooth Clans patriarchs, who seemed to agree. It was clear to them that if one could become the leader, the rest would follow easily. The two patriarchs quickly formed plans in their minds.

"We'll decide who the leader will be," said the Wind Clan patriarch to Lott, resolutely.

At that moment, the acting patriarch of the Tooth Clan mirrored the same fiery expression, as if a grand battle was about to erupt between them. Both were ready to contest for power.

Seeing the tension, Lott interjected, "I will have the Earth Clan handle construction projects, while the Winged Clan will serve as spies to gather intelligence on our enemies."

His intention was clear—he allowed them to fight for leadership without his interference. Both patriarchs seemed pleased with this, completely assuming Lott as the de facto leader of the Fairy Alliance.

"Thank you very much," both clan leaders said in unison as if they had already secured their places of power.

Lott nodded with a grin and, together with the other clan leaders, left the scene. Meanwhile, Melusine, who had been watching from a distance, felt a wave of frustration. She sighed, sensing the rising conflict between the two patriarchs once again. This situation is getting out of hand, she thought. Yet none of the fairies seemed to realize that this entire conflict had begun over the siege equipment that Lott had proposed. The issue of leadership had become far more significant than any battle or siege.

Back at the camp, Lott returned to Morgan and shared the latest developments. "Once this fire burns through, we'll watch what happens next."

Morgan nodded, agreeing with her husband's assessment. The fairies, each driven by their selfish desires, were more challenging to control than it would be for Altria to eat three bowls of rice at once. Even Morgan, a powerful figure in her own right, couldn't command their total surrender. And as for the famous fairy Vivian, she wouldn't be able to unite all the fairies either.

Morgan understood Lott's strategy. He was allowing the fairies to deplete their strength through internal strife. Once the infighting became unbearable, Morgan could emerge as the savior, the one to bring order. At that point, only the peace-loving fairies would remain.

"You've done well, my cunning husband," Morgan thought, admiring his tactical brilliance. "You know how to handle things like a loyal dog."

Then, her thoughts shifted to their army. "By the way, what about our forces? By now, they should be nearing Orkney. Should we call them directly?"

"Not just yet," Lott cautioned, raising his hand. "If we move too aggressively, the fairies will unite against us. It's better to give them space to continue fighting amongst themselves."

Morgan nodded in agreement. "I'll send a message to Gawain and the others now."

"Good, let them start moving around the back of the fairy forces."

Morgan used her magic to deliver the message swiftly. It soon reached Galahad, who immediately gathered Gawain, Baobhan Sith, and the fairy version of Morgan.

"So, we're going to attack their rear?" Gawain asked eagerly, her excitement barely contained. The battle was finally about to begin, and her sword, Galatine, longed for action.

"Yes," Baobhan Sith replied, smiling. She, too, was eager for the fight, though after agreeing, she remembered that Gawain was present. Tension immediately filled the air between them, and she turned away, feigning indifference.

Galahad and Fairy Morgan exchanged amused glances at the sight of the two warriors' rivalry. Clearing his throat, Galahad quickly intervened, "Alright, Gawain, Baobhan Sith, stop bickering. We need to move the army. Gawain here's what you'll do…"

With ease, Galahad outlined the strategy. It wasn't the first time he'd organized a flanking maneuver, and he knew exactly how to execute it. Once he finished, both Gawain and Baobhan Sith nodded in agreement, setting off to put the plan into action.

Watching them leave, Fairy Morgan turned to Galahad with a puzzled look. "By the way, Galahad, I've noticed your queen's actions feel a bit... off. How would you explain that?"

Galahad shrugged. "I'm not entirely sure myself."

Fairy Morgan sighed, "Let's keep an eye on things. Maybe we'll understand more later."

Meanwhile, back in their camp, Morgan and Lott waited patiently, confident that their plan was working. The fairies did not disappoint. Lott had anticipated waiting until the next day for the fighting to intensify, but by that very night, the two factions were already at each other's throats.

Unlike the earlier political maneuvers, this conflict was direct and violent. Knives clashed, and magic spells flew across the battlefield. As the fighting continued, Lott couldn't help but feel bemused. When asked why they were fighting, both the Wind and Tooth Clan patriarchs had a simple answer: decapitation of the opposition.

The Wind Clan, with their wings, and the Tooth Clan, composed of werewolves, were easily distinguishable. It didn't take long for the battle to spread, with both sides calling for reinforcements. The situation quickly spiraled into chaos, with neither side willing to back down.

By the next day, the fighting had escalated, drawing in more clans and creating a full-scale conflict. The intensity of the battle reached a point where even Melusine, who had originally intended to avoid the fray, had to join in for her self-defense.

The Tooth and Wind Clans were evenly matched, with no clear victor. But their actions had begun to exhaust the patience of the remaining four clans. Though the Wind and Tooth Clans were powerful, their disregard for the opinions of the other clans was pushing the entire alliance toward a breaking point.

As the internal strife among the fairies raged on, Lott and Morgan saw their opportunity. The Rain Clan and the Earth Clan had already pledged their loyalty to Morgan, leaving only two remaining clans to be persuaded. It was time to make their move.

The path to becoming the ruler of the Fairy Alliance was now wide open.