As ti went by, there was no blue sky, and the twilight sky of Brittan began to darken.
By this ti, Reiger had already left Calot, heading toward Lentinion.
Located in the south of Brittan, with Calot at its center, the position of Lentinion could be considered remote. Although it lay in the southern area where most fairy tribes resided, it was far from Calot and was nearly adjacent to the port city of Norwich.
Southwest of Norwich, southeast of Oxford, in the southeastern corner of all Brittan, that’s where Lentinion is located, a place known in human history as the capital of England.
As previously ntioned, before the Queen’s calendar began, in the Fairy calendar, it was a human stronghold, the base of the Round Table army, reputed to be the largest city of that era. Not only did a vast number of humans live there, but also fairies from five tribes, excluding the now-extinct Rain Clan. Though filled with destiny, it has beco nothing but a ruin.
Thus, Lentinion is also called the Ruined City by the fairies of Brittan, and most of them even claim it’s cursed.
This is why, even the fairies from the nearby Oxford and Norwich treat it like a plague and are unwilling to go near.
Yet now, this Ruined City has beco the only refuge for the humans of the Round Table army, and one of the rare places in all Brittan that dares to openly oppose the Queen’s army.
"Swoosh!"
After moving at high speed once more, Reiger finally reached the vicinity of Lentinion before nightfall.
He had never been to Lentinion, so he first used [Portal] to go to Norwich, then hurried over in a southwest direction by high-speed movent from there.
"Is that Lentinion?"
Standing in mid-air, Reiger looked up and soon discovered the city, which covered quite a large area.
As its na suggests, the city had beco a Ruined City. Even from this position, one could see the dilapidated traces everywhere, with many collapsed sections of the city walls, looking bumpy. At first sight, no one would believe that people, let alone a whole legion, lived there.
However, whether it was an illusion or not, Reiger always felt that although the Ruined City was a bit worn out, it did not seem dirty or ssy at all. Instead, it exuded an unspeakable sense of solemnity and sanctity, vaguely emitting a temple-like atmosphere.
"Both being breached and abandoned cities, compared to Mystgard, Lentinion is simply a paradise..."
Reiger ford this impression and was about to get closer when he noticed sothing unusual.
"Is that... an army?"
Reiger squinted.
He saw a military camp was actually stationed on a plain at a certain distance from Lentinion.
The camp was not large, yet definitely not small either. Conservatively estimated, it housed thousands of people and, from its atmosphere, it seed filled with Tusk Clan warriors, known for their bravery and prowess, able to fight a hundred to a thousand enemies each.
Moreover, Reiger noticed several black dogs moving about, adding to the deadly and dangerous atmosphere of the camp.
"The Queen’s army?"
Reiger naturally guessed the identity of this army.
Indeed, it was the force that had been pursuing Altoria and her group, tasked by Queen Morgan to eliminate the child of prophecy and the foreign magician.
"The army’s main combat strength is the Tusk Clan fairies, and they’re commanding black dogs..."
Reiger couldn’t help but smile.
"It seems I’ll et so old friends this ti."
Thinking about it, Reiger surprisingly gave up the idea of entering Lentinion and instead teleported directly toward the Queen’s army camp.
...
"——!"
Almost simultaneously, in a tent in the center of the camp, a tall female fairy suddenly opened her eyes.
"This presence..."
The tall female fairy stood up abruptly, her eyes emitting a dazzling glow.
She sensed a familiar and audacious presence rapidly closing in, completely unrestrained.
This bold, strong, familiar presence, in her mory, belonged to only one person.
"Have you finally returned, Reiger Brillhaut!"
The glow in the tall female fairy’s eyes beca exceedingly dangerous, and at the sa ti, her fighting spirit burned like fire.
...
"Howl!"
"Howl!"
In the camp, at a certain mont, a series of howls, like those of dogs and wolves, suddenly rang out, startling the fairies stationed within.
"It’s the black dog alarm!"
"An enemy!"
"Enemy attack!"
The fairies roared, sowhat panicked but not in disorder, demonstrating excellent military qualities as they began to assemble and remain vigilant.
But their movents were still not as swift as the black dogs with their keen sense of sll.
"Howl, howl, howl, howl——!"
By now, the black dogs had already detected the invader’s location and charged toward the figure that suddenly appeared in the center of the camp.
They were slender, entirely jet black, yet covered with blue streaks, and the savage glint in their eyes practically shouted to others that they were not ordinary dogs but rather more dreadful creatures, inducing a look of fear in the Tusk Clan fairies of the camp.
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