If a certain old father were here right now, he would definitely activate his body's video recording or photo mode to properly record this posture of his son before him. After all, such opportunities to inherit the family trade were few and far between. Thinking about it carefully, what was their business? Destroying Britain. How could that be easy?
Or rather, are there even that many Britains for them to destroy?
Aslan just sat quietly on the throne. After donning this crown, he could feel the information the island fed back to him increasingly clearly. Humans were approaching this place; that is to say, the new Knights of the Round Table were drawing near. Perhaps the internal turmoil of the past had made these humans finally realize that internal struggles could not change their status.
So, the current Knights of the Round Table could be considered united. However, relying on unity alone could not change their current situation. Although their leader, Percival, held the Holy Lance in his hand, the number of times that Holy Lance could be used was simply too few. Even if this Holy Lance were entrusted to others, it would probably be difficult to bring out its full power.
Furthermore, although Percival had received a good education, he had ultimately experienced too few wars. Even his resolve carried a hint of naivety. Such a Percival might be able to preserve the Knights of the Round Table and allow them to continue on, but the possibility of thoroughly overthrowing that Queen's rule was simply too low. Given the current status quo, the Knights of the Round Table were mostly on the defensive.
When Percival led the elite of the Knights of the Round Table here, what they saw was a King sitting on the throne, calmly waiting for them to arrive before him. Even though that King did not focus his gaze upon them, the sense of oppression involuntarily made them lower their heads slightly, daring not to look directly at the King before them.
"Wielder of the Holy Lance, one who is utilized... one who resists the fairies, what does the world you see look like? What do you think fairies are like?"
Percival hadn't expected that upon their first meeting, the King before him would bombard him with such questions. Although his initial reason for leaving was simple, he had, after all, become the leader of the Knights of the Round Table and had seen quite a lot. Under these circumstances, the nature of most fairies only filled Percival with a degree of anger or even resentment.
But to say he wanted to completely exterminate the fairies? Percival did not have that kind of resolve. Looking at Percival's expression, Aslan had already roughly guessed what this big boy was thinking.
True enough, he naturally couldn't expect the Percival before him to compare with the Knight of the Round Table in his memories. After all, the society before him had, in a way, grown up in an era of relative peace. Whether it was combat power or inner thoughts, they carried a hint of immaturity—at least, that was how it appeared to Aslan.
In that case, there was no need to say much more to these humans. In the battle against the fairies, although they could play a certain role, they could not serve as the main force. He would seal them directly into his containment and wait until he returned to his original world to let them spend the rest of their lives in peace. This was his mercy as a tyrant.
As for whether these people would bear resentment toward him or understand him when the time came, so what? Does a tyrant need to explain why he does what he does?
The law of the jungle is that simple. After fully manifesting the side belonging to his father's bloodline, especially when facing a world that must be destroyed no matter what, Aslan would appear even colder and more arrogant than his father.
Rather, since Aslan didn't yet have established prestige or intimidation in this land, nor trusted subordinates of his own, he could only use this colder and more arrogant method to sever everything as quickly as possible. Cutting the Gordian knot—nothing suited the situation better. Moreover, even if he told these humans the truth, they would need time to accept it and would need to experience some special events before they could truly understand.
Aslan didn't have that much time to play house with these humans.
"I understand. Your courage is truly astounding. But to prevent you from standing on the opposite side of me when I destroy this Britain... sleep soundly for now. When you wake up again, you will inevitably head to a new world to spend the rest of your lives in peace. At that time, this King will explain everything to you..."
Aslan's words caused some of the Round Table Knight commanders to feel a degree of dissatisfaction. First of all, they hadn't fully figured out what responsibilities this inexplicable King before them held or what kind of person he was; they could mostly only see that he seemed to have the appearance of a tyrant. And now he was telling them that he wanted to destroy this Britain.
Then what about the other humans? Percival even hoped to save Fairy Knight Lancelot; he truly wanted to ask the one before him about Fairy Knight Lancelot's fate or what her ending would be.
Even if Aslan heard the knight's inquiry, he probably wouldn't say much. Regarding what kind of outcome and consequences that one would face, everything depended on what choices she made herself.
Aslan respected the self-determination of every fairy and ordinary person. Whether they chose to leave this world or walk toward destruction along with this world, that was the choice of the lives in this world.
Facing those fairies, Aslan might choose to ask; after all, the fairies had lived for at least several decades and could be responsible for their own choices. But these humans before him, although their lifespans were not long... their bodies wouldn't age like those others. Young and hot-blooded little guys were the most prone to causing trouble in situations like this.
Although this is the typical plot progression for protagonists or important supporting characters, Aslan didn't care about that. What? You are the protagonists, and I'm not? You must be joking. Since there is no difference in status, let's just see whose fist is bigger.
Seeming to see that Percival wanted to open his mouth to say something, Aslan raised his hand directly. He mobilized the magical energy deep within the island. This surge of black magical energy turned and crushed down upon the Knights of the Round Table, enveloping all of them.
Aslan merely hooked his finger, and an instrument used for housing life flew above this mass of magical energy. "Get one thing clear: I am not negotiating with you. I am issuing a notification to you. After all... I am a tyrant."