As for why these fairies didn't take action to help, the reason was simple: Aurora did not intend to let the Mors stop their advance just like that. As for saving Woodwose, it was also to try and deceive him, to see if this loyal dog could turn around and bite that Queen. It seemed the chances were quite high now.
Aurora looked at the pitch-black sky and frowned slightly. Although good news had come from the other side—Fairy Knight Tristan had been successfully captured by them and could be used as a tool to threaten that Queen—the Tyrant who was constantly approaching the Royal Capital seemed to be unstoppable by anyone.
However, it was only "seemed." The remains of the Dragon of the Horizon should be able to block that Tyrant, right? Even blocking him temporarily would suffice. She absolutely had to sit on that throne.
Aurora covered her cheeks with both hands. She wanted to drag that Queen, who looked down on everything with indifference from high above, directly off that seat. Then she would sit on the throne with a smile, commanding everyone. Even if it was only for a second. Only in this way would her heart stop being restless. Even if she were to die after accepting the submission of all fairies, she would be content.
To use a Chinese saying, this fairy already had a "heart demon" in her heart. If she didn't achieve her goal, she would never obtain peace of mind.
For Aurora, whether this Fairy Britain was destroyed or not was not nearly as important as whether she could ascend to that position. If she had to choose between letting Fairy Britain continue to exist and sitting on that seat, Aurora would choose the latter without hesitation.
When Woodwose woke up, what he saw was Aurora's face, which carried a mix of anger and a look of disappointment at his failure. Of course, such an expression was feigned by Aurora. After all, the script she was writing now was that she had received news that the Queen deliberately did not send more troops for reinforcements. In her view, this was a betrayal of Woodwose, so naturally, Woodwose could betray that Queen.
If that Queen, who was like winter, was a high-altitude flower far out of reach, then she would be a cute little white flower, incidentally carrying a few whiffs of a fresh "green tea" scent.
"Gie gie We are actually in the same room right now. If that Queen finds out, she won't be angry, right? She won't hit me, right? It's really so scary Unlike me, who only feels sorry for Older Brother~"
In short, substituting in that kind of sense of déjà vu was correct. Or perhaps one could add a few filters from a melodrama. "It was I who was unworthy. I knew that the woman who betrayed you is still so important in your heart. You are almost losing your life, yet you are unwilling to spare me a glance. Go. Just consider that all my feelings up to now were thrown to a homeless wanderer. Don't ever come back!"
How should one put it? The fairy Woodwose was truly a bit "cheap." It was fine that he liked to overthink, but deep in his heart, he believed he was the only fairy worthy of the Queen, while simultaneously harboring romantic feelings for Aurora. Now, having been provoked like this, he actually believed Aurora's words.
Woodwose actually prepared to drag his heavily injured body back to Camelot for an interrogation, completely forgetting how much he once trusted the Queen and what promises he had made to her.
So, being half-hearted and trying to have it both ways is wrong.
At the same time, Aurora began to let Fairy Knight Lancelot organize her own troops to stop Aslan, who was constantly moving forward, when the time came. They would block him for as long as they could.
Meanwhile, the Northern Fairies, under Artoria's persuasion, also stopped their advance. They turned back to start packing their things, preparing to bring what they needed to the New World, and would follow Artoria directly to meet Aslan. At that time, it would be equivalent to taking a nap and then being able to say "never see you again" to this damn world.
In a town in this Fairy Britain, Habetrot was weaving a beautiful garment for herself. Thousands of years ago, she used petrification powder to escape the Calamity, allowing herself to survive. As a member of the former Savior's team, and as a fairy who knew the truth of the world, she had originally intended to wait for the day of destiny to arrive.
But now it seemed she didn't need to wait for that day; Fairy Britain was heading toward destruction. This could be considered a good thing. However, she didn't intend to just head to the New World like this. She was a fairy born in this world. She had once worked hard to save this world, but this world remained incomparably despairing. Yet, she still loved this world.
Although this love couldn't compare to that Queen's, in the face of this war that decided the future, the only decision she could make was to watch and wait for destiny to give this Britain its final judgment. If the Day of Destruction truly arrived so early, she would calmly accept walking toward the void together with this land that constantly cursed the fairies.
However, since it was heading toward the end, she naturally had to dress herself beautifully. Incidentally, she would dress up some other fairies too. This counted as her final mercy as a fellow fairy.
Habetrot wasn't clear that Aslan had the ability to take other fairies to the New World. But even if she knew, she wouldn't choose to go to a brand-new world. She might even jokingly say, "I've lived long enough; the New World doesn't have a ship capable of carrying a big shot like me."
While Aslan continued to advance with the large force of Mors, the two ambitious schemers of the Earth Clan and Wind Clan also began to silently lead their own troops, advancing toward the direction of the Queen.
And the Queen was also ready to engage in battle. One clone after another appeared in this castle, then began to approach the garrison points of this city. She alone was enough to resist an army. This was also the reason why, back then, after choosing to sweep through everything, she could easily suppress the entire Fairy Britain.
Moreover, she was now the Queen of this island, the existence maintaining the entire island with the Tree of Emptiness. The power she could mobilize was unimaginable to ordinary people.
In the original storyline, Morgan alone was suppressing Chaldea in battle. If not for too many unimaginable betrayals, it wouldn't have reached the current state.
Next was the war between King and King. And this battle was destined to stir up a storm. However, it seemed there weren't many fairies who hoped for this Winter Queen to win.