"The ruler of Britain could be me or you, but it must not be her."
"Altoria, my arch-enemy throughout the pan-human history, this Britain will never be entrusted to you."
As these words spilled from Morgan’s lips, the elves kneeling on the ground had yet to react when a shadow lurking in the corner suddenly shuddered.
Noticing this, Reiger’s expression subtly changed, and without any hesitation, he activated a teleportation magic, appearing right in front of the shadow.
Almost at the same moment, a torrent of astonishing Magic Power surged forth.
The torrent of Magic Power, like darkness engulfing the world and waves raging fiercely, was undeniably aimed at the figure standing behind Reiger.
Reiger’s timely arrival meant that the torrent of Magic Power headed straight for him instead.
Without a word, Reiger reached out a hand, as if trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm, yet his palm manifested a crimson fluctuation that collided with the incoming torrent of Magic Power.
As soon as the Magic Power encountered the crimson fluctuation, it melted away like snow in high heat, quickly decomposed, and like a shattered wave, vanished into nothingness.
"Have they started fighting?"
The abrupt change had the kneeling elves completely astonished.
Lancelot, Gawain, and Woodworth, among others, quickly stood up, glanced at Reiger who had positioned himself in front of the shadow, then at Morgan who had extended a hand from the Jade Throne, their faces showing a shift in expression.
The figure behind Reiger, whom he was shielding, also cried out instinctively.
She was dressed in an elegant gown, with a hat on her head as if deliberately concealing her face, pulling the brim down low.
Unfortunately for her, Morgan’s strike, though blocked by Reiger, had caused a blast of wind that blew the hat away, revealing the person’s true face in the open air.
With a delicate face tinged with youthfulness and long golden hair, and holding a finely crafted Magic Wand, there was no doubt she was a magician, an elf girl.
Who else could it be, if not Altoria?
Woodworth recognized the "foreign magician" on the spot, his mouth parting to reveal his fangs.
Gawain seemed to also recognize Altoria, but for some reason, he exhibited a look of surprise and astonishment.
Lancelot furrowed his handsome brows, having completely forgotten the elf girl who had been a collateral victim to his own assault a month earlier in the Clock Tower during the pilgrimage, the girl who had been by Reiger’s side at that time.
As for Tristan, Aurora, and Spurgen, their reactions varied.
Tristan, not knowing who Altoria was, seemed to smile at the unexpected turn of events at the wedding.
Aurora maintained her consistently gentle smile filled with warmth, seeming completely unruffled by this sudden surprise.
Spurgen arched an eyebrow, watching the proceedings with great interest.
The other elves naturally also noticed Altoria’s presence, and faced with her unfamiliar face, some were astonished, others dumbfounded.
"They’re not one of us, are they?"
"...things just got a bit interesting."
One by one, the fairies started to clamor, with some even having glints in their eyes, secretly entering a state of excitement.
On the other hand, Altoria, seemingly unaware of the danger she had just been in or the danger she was in now, looked at Reiger, who was standing in front of her, and let out a cry of joy.
However, her cry was met only with a harsh rebuke.
Reiger turned around and sharply knocked Altoria on the head.
Altoria cried out in pain, cradling her head and crouching down.
"...Why on earth are you here, you stupid fairy!"
Reiger’s gaze on Altoria was extremely hostile.
"What, what?" Altoria protested loudly while holding her head, saying, "I came here to rescue you! Is this how you treat your savior?"
Reiger really wanted to crack open this stupid fairy’s head to see what was stuffed inside.
Not only did Reiger think so, but the queen on the throne thought the same.
"I can’t believe you managed to sneak in here by yourself; I underestimated you."
Morgan looked down on Altoria with an exceptionally cold expression.
"But do you really think you, who’ve only rung one pilgrimage bell, could take someone away from my palace?"
To Morgan’s remark, Altoria’s reaction was surprisingly calm.
She stared at Morgan, looking at the queen who for some reason made her feel a resemblance yet dissonance, looking at her opponent who was destined to be defeated by her according to the prophecy, and made this statement.
"Indeed, it would be difficult for me alone to take Reiger from here."
Altoria somehow produced her hat from nowhere, put it on her head, and then turned to Morgan with a broad smile.
"So, I had to find some help."
No sooner had the words left her lips than an extraordinary event occurred.
With a deafening explosion, the ceiling of the Jade Throne Hall suddenly collapsed, sending countless pieces of broken stone and debris raining down on everyone in the hall.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang—!"
The explosions kept coming, one after another, causing massive blasts around the Jade Throne Hall, setting off waves of fire and smoke that enveloped the entire space.
The Elf Knights and clan leaders instantly showed alarm, with some drawing their weapons to defend themselves, and others rushing towards Morgan to smash the falling debris.
The entire Jade Throne Hall was plunged into chaos.