"Gawain!"

Woodworth's respectful tone towards the queen changed, and he turned to Gawain and let out a low growl.

"I don't need you to attack, I've already brought troops from Oxford, and I'll soon be able to pursue the Children of Prophecy!"

Woodworth bared his fangs at the knights of his own clan who were going to take the mission. "There's no chance you'll play here! Get out of the way!"

Woodworth, the patriarch of the clan, did not make Gawain, who is a goblin of the Tooth Clan, timid.

"Whether I have a chance to play or not is not up to you, but to Your Majesty." Gawain said in a calm manner compared to Woodworth, "The reason why I propose to attack is not to take away your mission, but to make sure nothing goes wrong."

"After all, you let your target escape, didn't you?" Hearing this, Woodworth couldn't help but be angry.

"Calm down, Woodworth." Aurora spoke up appropriately and said, "I know your feelings, and I can understand them very well, but Gawain is right, it should be Your Majesty who decides all this, not you."

「...... I know, Aurora." Woodworth reluctantly regained his composure and said, "I just want to say that I am more trustworthy than these inexplicable fairy knights, who have been loyal to His Majesty for many years, and I also believe that I have the ability to kill the Children of Prophecy."

In response to Woodworth's words, it was not the two fairy knights present who raised objections first, but the clan leader of the Winged Clan, Murien.

"Do you have to kill it? What a pity!" "Send me the Son of Prophecy," he suggested, "I think he will be a good commodity."

"No, I should have sent him to my new Darlington!" Tristan didn't know what a good idea came up with, and while licking his lips, he said, "I want to send him to the theater, the screams of the Prophecy Child must sound wonderful, right?"

"If that's the case, I'd like to meet the child of prophecy." Springgan crossed his arms and said with a look of deep meaning, "I'm quite interested in claiming to be the prophetic child of mankind."

"You .....," Woodworth almost broke again.

The Son of Prophecy is the great enemy of His Majesty, a traitor who seeks to overthrow the rule of Britain, and he should tear off his limbs, cut off his head, and dismember him on the spot, so as to eradicate this threat once and for all.

It's disgusting that these hateful guys don't take this seriously at all, just as a funny thing, as if an interesting person has appeared.

Thinking like this, Woodworth forgot how dismissive he was of this so-called child of prophecy before that.

He, like the rest of the elves, didn't believe in any prophecy and didn't believe that anyone could overthrow the queen's rule, if the queen hadn't ordered him to search for the child of prophecy, Woodworth would definitely be like these goblins present, not taking this so-called child of prophecy seriously.

Woodworth will change his mind because of the power that Rigg has shown.

That power, in Woodworth's opinion, is already a level that can pose a threat to the queen, and with all his subordinates being killed by the other party, Woodworth, who is furious, will be eager to tear Rieg apart and eradicate this so-called child of prophecy.

And the elves who did not have the same experience as Woodworth, naturally, were the same as Woodworth, who had not met Rieg before, and only regarded this so-called child of prophecy as a pure joke, and did not regard it as a threat at all.

No, Gawain does.

While the rest of the elves were discussing with each other what to do with Rige, as if the child of prophecy was already in their possession, she was the only one who took it seriously.

"To be able to slay down an elven army of the Tooth Clan in an instant right under Woodworth's nose, whether this person is a child of prophecy or not, his power should not be underestimated."

As a goblin of the Tooth Clan, Gawain realized how serious this was. So, Gawain spoke up again.

"I'm currently in Thor

Pursue the Round Table near Zbury, which is not too far from Tintager, and presumably the Child of Prophecy is not very far from where my troops are stationed now." Gawain said solemnly to the queen, "As long as His Majesty gives an order, the fairy knight Gawain will immediately go over and lead the team to encircle and suppress the Prophecy Child."

"Gawain!" Woodworth shouted. Gawain turned a deaf ear.

The rest of the goblins had something to say, as if they were going to heat up the scene.

"Alright."

The queen on the throne spoke up again, quieting the audience.

The queen closed her eyes, and after a moment they suddenly opened them, and asked Woodworth a strange question.

"What does the child of prophecy who claims to be a human look like?"

This sudden inquiry made many goblins look at each other.

"Looks, looks?" Woodworth also paused before replying, "I remember it seems to be a young man with black hair and black eyes, who looks like he is seventeen or eighteen years old, and has a knife at his waist."

Woodworth thought for a moment, then continued.

"He doesn't look like the goblins of the Earth Clan, and is far from the goblins of the Tooth Clan, but he is very similar to the goblins of the Wind Clan, except that he has no wings and pointed ears, and if you have to give an example, his appearance is probably closer to the one of the Northern King's Clan."

Hearing this, the goblins whispered again. "Is it a similar figure to the one from the King's clan?" "Could that be the goblins of the King's Clan?"

"No, no, there should be only one one in the King's clan, and there are no other goblins."

"That's strange, it's not the King's Clan, it's not the Three Clans of the Terroir, and it shouldn't be the Winged Clan judging by Lord Woodworth's reaction, so is this Prophecy Child still from the Mirror Clan that has perished?"

"Didn't the prophecy say that the children of prophecy are fairies from Paradise?"

"Yes, the Child of Prophecy should be a goblin who doesn't belong to any clan, just the one who is close to the King's clan in appearance."

"Since the one who is close to the King's clan in appearance, it should be about the same as a human being, right?"

"No wonder they claim to be human."

"No wonder they will become enemies to overthrow the Queen." "But there's nothing strange about it, is it?"

"Yes, there are not no forces that are rebelling against the Queen, whether it is Morse who is growing throughout Britain, the disaster in the port city of Norwich, the King's clan in the north, the Round Table Army in Lentinion in the south, or the recent rebellion in Sheffield, there have been more and more people rebelling against the Queen recently, and now there is just one more."

"And that suspicious human named Beryl Gatt, he seems to have said that it won't be long before a force from outside the elves will invade, right?"

"The current fairy country is really in a bad situation." The goblins began to talk like this. But the queen was silent.

"A young man with a knife with black hair and black eyes......"

An extremely faint voice was spat out of the Queen's mouth unconsciously. 「..... Could it be you?"

No one can hear this. "Mother?"

After a moment, Tristan woke up the queen with a somewhat startled call.

"Where's Lancelot, the fairy knight?" The Queen's voice was still cold, and she said, "Why didn't Lancelot show up?"

It was not the two fairy knights present who answered this question, but the leader of the Wind Clan, Aurora.

"Lancelot is on my side." Aurora's gentle voice came from the projection, saying, "I've invited her to my place, and we'll go to afternoon tea with us later."

"Aurora....." Woodworthton made a somewhat useless sound.

There is no way, the woman I like actually invites the opponent I regard as a fierce rival to have afternoon tea together, which is a bit shocking..... No, it's a fight against goblins.

"Hehe, forgive me, Woodward

Si." Aurora smiled and said, "You also know, there are many goblins on my side who admire Lancelot, and everyone wants to meet the most beautiful goblin knight in Britain, and I, as a lord, should be considerate of my subordinates' feelings and fulfill their wishes."

"I see." Woodworth's expression suddenly looked a lot better, but he still said, "However, I think the most beautiful goblin in Britain should be you, not that Lancelot, Aurora."

"yes, Lancelot's not the most beautiful goblin." Tristan was also extremely unhappy with this statement, and said, "Mother is the most beautiful in this fairy country."

Tristan's proposition did not bring the queen joy.

She spoke coldly as if she had no interest in the matter at all.

"Lancelot is in Salisbury, Gawain's forces are also in the vicinity of that area, plus Aurora as a lord, and Woodworth near Tintagel, the four of you have gathered in one place."

"In that case, let this order be given to the four of you." The queen spoke to Gawain, Woodworth, and Aurora, and said, "Bring back the boy who is suspected to be the child of prophecy and bring it to me."

"Remember, I'm going to live." "Got it?"

The queen's order made the three goblins who were named bow their heads in unison. "Yes!"

It is a luxurious room.

The room is a medieval Nordic style layout, and it looks like a young girl's boudoir, because there are mirrors and glass cabinets with high heels, which at first glance do not suit the taste of men, and only may be women's bedrooms.

"Zheng!"

At a certain moment, in a corner of the bedroom, the space suddenly opened like a mirror, allowing a figure to emerge from it.

This person is none other than Tristan, who was still in the throne room just now.

"It's really, so boring." Tristan returned to his room, sat down on the bed, and said dissatisfiedly, "It's in front of my mother, but I don't have a chance to talk to my mother, what is it?"

Tristan grumbled as he held out his little hand.

With a flick of the little hand, a vase on the bedside table beside him flew out and smashed against the wall, shattering to the ground.

"It's boring, it's boring."

"I can't talk to my mother, so why do you want to go to that kind of boring meeting?"

"Whether it's the clan chiefs, the ambassadors and officials, they're all annoying guys, and I'm not here to meet those guys."

"Ah, Mother, why don't you kill all those eyesores, and let them fall to the ground with blood and wail to death?"

"Obviously just have me enough!"

Tristan complained like this, and with each complaint, his hand moved, causing a piece of furniture next to him to fly out and smash into the corner of the room.

The only ones who could escape such a hand at Tristan's hands were the glass cabinets with high heels, which Tristan would bypass with every wave of his hand, apparently on purpose.

After venting like this for a while, Tristan finally lost a little anger. After deflating, Tristan frowned.

"Mother seems to be concerned about the appearance of the Prophecy Child, what's the matter?" As the Queen's adopted daughter, Tristan discovered something unusual about her mother.

"Is it because of that prophecy?" Tristan muttered to himself, "Does Mother really believe in that kind of thing? That's just foul language left behind by the Mirror Clan's garbage before it burns out, right?"

When the words rang out of Tristan's mouth, a voice suddenly rang out and reached her ears.

"What foul language?"

Hearing this, Tristan came back to his senses. "Is it Beryl?"

Tristan walks over to a mirror and smiles at the person in the mirror. It was a completely different expression from the smile that appeared in front of others

。

In front of others, Tristan kept smiling, but the smile was mean and cruel, and it felt like he wanted to cut off other people's limbs.

But in front of this person, Tristan's smile was the kind of smile that was sincerely happy, heartily happy, as if he had seen his sweetheart.

"So you're listening to me, huh? Red Beryl!"

Red beryl, this is Tristan's nickname for this man, and it is also a nickname. "I've just arrived, Miss Spinel."

The man Tristan called Beryl at the beginning is smiling in the mirror.

On closer inspection, it was a man dressed like a bartender, with a big back comb, a thin and tall figure, and he looked like a gangster-type man.

The man seems to be talking to Tristan remotely through some kind of magic trick or magic prop, and when he sees Tristan smiling happily at himself, he also shows a hearty expression.

"It seems that today's meeting in Camelot still didn't satisfy you, Miss." The man named Beryl Gath laughed like that.

"Don't mention it." Tristan was disgruntled again, puffing out his cheeks, "Mother didn't look at me at all, and didn't even speak to me."

"That's a pity." Berrier comforted, "But it's okay, Miss Spinel, Your Majesty Morgan must have deliberately ignored you because he couldn't frankly show his concern for you in public, not because he didn't care about you."

"Really?" Tristan's eyes lit up, and he said, "Mother, is that why she didn't talk to me?"

"Of course." "After all, she is the queen of Britain, and if she shows her private side on that occasion, she will definitely be impeached by those goblins, and we have to think about your mother's position."

"Mother will not be impeached." Tristan retorted, "Those garbage goblins are afraid of their mother's death, how can they have the guts to impeach their mother?"

"That's right." Berrill nodded thoughtfully, but said, "But even so, she still has to maintain the majesty of the queen, so you can be considerate of her."

「.... Well, that's what I said." Tristan reluctantly said, "Okay, next time I'll find a chance to be alone with my mother in private."

"That's right." Berrier looked like a teachable child, and then changed his tone and said, "I heard that the one of the Tooth Clan has found the Child of Prophecy? Is this true?"

"What?" Tristan was slightly stunned, and wondered, "Do you also care about that child of prophecy? Red beryl?"

"Sort of." Berrill shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly, "It's not so much about the children of prophecy as about the magicians of the foreign land."

Beryl's words reminded Tristan of one of the prophecies of the Mirror Clan.

"The rod of choice guides it, and the stranger keeps watch over it, and the son of redemption reaches the throne at last." This so-called "foreign traveler" is what Berrier calls a foreign magician.

It is said that the Child of Prophecy will be accompanied by a magician from a foreign country who will assist him or her in ascending to the jade throne.

Belley was very concerned about this matter, and once warned the queen that the foreign magician was an intruder from the outside world, an enemy of the fairy country of Britain, and he must be vigilant.

Tristan was a little unimpressed.

"I think you and your mother are too nervous to do that." Tristan muttered, "What a child of prophecy, how could such an inexplicable creature be able to defeat his mother?"

"You too, Red Beryl, why do you care about that foreign magician?" "Anyway, that inexplicable guy is definitely not your opponent, is it?"

In response to Tristan's remarks, Berrier smiled meaningfully.

"Perhaps." He didn't deny it, but said, "Actually, I don't have much interest in that foreign magician."

As he spoke, Berrill lowered his head.

"I'm interested in the guys around the other party." Tristan didn't hear this.

She only heard one other sentence clearly.

"Help me keep an eye on the Child of Prophecy, Miss Spinel." Berrill grinned and said, "I have something I want to do, okay?"

Tristan puffed out his cheeks, but finally nodded in agreement. In this way, the storm began to rage.

The chaos of the fairy country of Britain began.