Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

For Murlian, a perfectionist with obsessive-compulsive disorder, both her own imperfections and the imperfections of humanity become objects of disgust.

No matter how much you appreciate its merits or how much you like it, this deep-seated aversion will never disappear.

Moreover, in the end, the so-called perfection is too illusory, and there is no accurate standard of judgment. Murlian's pursuit of 'perfection' in Novia is just her personal idea. In addition, she also understands that 'perfection' is impossible, and she has a vague standard in her mind.

"But, hehehe, aha~ the pathetic strong are truly pitiful, I'm almost laughing to death. This instills despair in the weak. However, if this feeling could overcome instinct, what would happen? My death, realizing that there's no point in living..."

Taking deep breaths, Murian cupped Novia's face in her hands, a twisted and morbid smile on her face:

"But let's put that aside for now. If a savior who has borne all the suffering of the invaders were to appear in the world, to bear and resist on behalf of the gentle people, and at the same time to guide the way forward, then wouldn't the wingless fairy ignore him?"

Chapter 441 Great! It's Lady Murian! We're saved!

The city of Gloucester, where the Winged Clan resides, is a circular city surrounded by towering walls.

The interior is like a maze, and you might get lost even just walking through the streets.

Each fairy within has its own territory. Simply put, this is probably the 'friendliness' of the Winged Clan, which is characterized by its gentle nature. The human pastures located here are relatively better off than the humans of other clans, if one were to say that it's better to live a miserable life than to die.

The human reactions today are particularly amusing; the screams sound so pleasant. A winged fairy lazily yawns, while the young fairies in front of it laugh and chatter loudly, reveling in the 'performance' they just witnessed at the human ranch.

A purple-haired winged fairy walked in alone from the direction outside the city.

Upon seeing the fairy she hadn't seen in a long time, the winged fairy, who had been lazily yawning, smiled and waved in response.

"It's Murlian! Murlian, you're back!"

In fact, Murian is quite famous among the Winged Clan because she loves reading. Even the area she lives in is like a library. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her a bookworm, especially since she has a strong Arin bloodline.

The winged fairy, seemingly greeting Murian with goodwill, deliberately bumps into Murian, who is walking along the narrow path, ignoring it.

There's no particular reason, I just find it amusing. If Murian is allowed to be bullied without resistance, then within an hour, at least a thousand fairies will know the saying, 'The returned Murian is a very interesting toy.'

"Fujin, do me a favor."

Looking at the Winged Fairy who was still using the same old methods, Murlian murmured softly.

The 'gentleness' of the Winged Clan is more accurately described as torture. They don't eat the people directly like the Fang Clan, nor do they use them as 'tools' in the workshop like the Earth Clan. Instead, they enjoy the cries of the people or fairies being tortured.

Upon hearing Murlian's signal, the white raven Fookin, which was flying high in the sky, immediately dropped the fairy soul in its hand and rushed down.

The next second, the winged fairy felt a biting cold wind rushing down from above, and an indescribable pressure mercilessly rushed into its body, scaring it so much that it trembled all over and squatted down to cover its head.

Before Murlian could do anything more, the young fairies who had been following behind the fairy all tilted their heads to look at it, which now showed fear.

If Murlian were to leave without doing anything, then unsurprisingly, the fairies who were just following her would 'torture' her, because they thought it would be interesting to treat her, who had just been so high and mighty.

In Fairy Britain, there is no concept of pity for others or care for the weak. Once the power imbalance is reversed, the only thing that can drive actions is whether it is interesting. When facing powerful fairies, they will use despicable means, and when facing weak fairies, they will choose to bully them in a fun way.

Of course, Murlian knew all this; she had guessed that such a scene would occur when she chose to offer her opinion to Novia.

If she had stayed here, these fairies probably wouldn't dare to do anything to her now, because Ya Ling's bloodline is the strongest among the Winged Fairies.

However, having been away for so many years, their knowledge of Murlian has essentially vanished. After all, fairies are generally not very bright and act only for fun, too lazy to think about things that have been going on for years.

So, standing on Fokin's shoulder, Murian squinted and smiled, stroking the head of the trembling winged fairy as if petting a puppy.

"Nothing has changed even after being away for so long. Murlian is very happy with everyone like this."

Having said that, Fokin, who had already been instructed by Murlian, allowed the fairies who were watching to enjoy the same treatment as the fairies.

"My book says I should catch a few fairies to take home and feed them..."

Murlian flashed a cute smile, "But thinking about it, by then, I'll probably have been digested by the bugs long ago, so see you all again later~"

Whether it's her voice or her posture, at this moment, due to the high concentration of Arin's bloodline, Murian's actions, which conform to those of fairies, have an incredible power to control the Winged Fairies, just like Arin herself, who stepped out of history.

After subtly using the fairies to spread the news of her return throughout the city, Murian smiled and left.

As you get closer to Murlian's original home, the newer buildings disappear from view one by one, replaced by an old house that has been built for who knows how many years. It is a house with the exterior of a library covered by withered vines, and once you go inside, you will realize that apart from the exterior, the interior is also basically a library.

“Mrlian, why bother with all that? Why not wait for Master and Miss Ash to bring Kurich?”

Sitting at her desk, flipping through a book she had read countless times over the years, Murian, upon hearing Fokin's words passed to her by Novia on her shoulder, replied casually while turning the pages.

"The best way to use someone is to make them work for you wholeheartedly."

"Completely devoted?"

Fu Jin frowned slightly. "Are you sure that any fairy other than you and Miss Ash would be completely devoted to you?"

Can a fairy be devoted to someone? It's more like making someone lose heart in the literal sense.

"That's true, but I should be able to make it achieve 70% of its full power, given my abilities."

"……Really?"

"Luring dreamy children is a specialty of fairies. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to use sweets as bait to lure children into the depths of the forest. That's right—'dreamy fairies'."

Murlian lowered her eyes and muttered softly.

"Three days is enough, after all, gentleness is a virtue of our Winged Clan. How can we refuse the opinion of our clan leader who is willing to sacrifice himself for the survival of the clan? Hehehehe..."

She had already flipped through most of the story's pages, so she used her finger to start turning the first page again.

After a moment of contemplation, Fujin asked another question.

"Is that Pixie on your first page also your name?"

She also flipped through several books and found that the first page of every book had 'Murian' or 'Pixi', as well as names that had been crossed out.

"Yes."

Murlian didn't seem bothered at all, her voice perfectly calm, as if she didn't care at all. "I was born with three names: Pixie, Murlian, and as for the last one, since the naming convention didn't fit with the first two, I chose to 'forget' it. As for Pixie, it doesn't sound very nice, so I rarely use it..."

Fujin blinked.

Ever since Kurich devoured the concept of Arling's atavism and then transformed into human form under Novia's orders, she felt a little strange about Murlian. It wasn't just that they both had Arling bloodlines, but rather that they were two completely different people.

Kurich is a concept that directly devours, while Murlian is like a fairy who was born by directly stealing Alynn's bloodline from a concept that provided some new way before birth.

The reason for this certainty is that Fokin had gained a deep understanding of Odin's special research into magic when he was with Odin, the god of wisdom. Fokin felt that this was a method that Odin had never seen or used before. Unlike how Meryl gave Artoria a conceptual gestation, this method directly copied the data left on the planet into her 'body'.

But then again, Fujin felt that this kind of operation seemed to be something only her new master could do, yet it also seemed like something the master wouldn't do...

Judging from their interactions, Fujin doesn't think her husband has such a perverse sense of humor.

So, does that mean Murlian was transported from another world to this one?

After thinking for a moment, Fujin continued:

"Hey Murlian, how did you even get born here?"

"You're quite strange. Ever since Novia handed you over to me, your temper has improved quite a bit."

Instead of answering directly, Murlian changed the subject, "What's the reason for that?"

The Winged Fairy vaguely remembered that in the first few days after she started following him, Fokin treated her and Wuni (who wasn't in her battle form) like trash cans. If she hadn't been unable to defeat him and needed Novia's help, she would have already ambushed him in the Insect Space and fought him to the death.

"Now that we're colleagues, the master also asked me to protect you."

Foggin spread his wings and said, “So I’ll try my best to control my temper. After all, you’re a guy who takes pleasure in pain and is a perfectionist. Maybe I should praise you instead, which would be an insult to you.”

"I can only accept Novia treating me this way. If anyone else dared to do this, I would have killed them long ago..."

Murlian rested her chin on her hand. "You ask me how I was born? That's strange. Aren't fairies in this world born the moment they open their eyes?"

"What I mean is, when you were born, were there any human or fairy figures or strange phenomena?"

Although she didn't know why Foggin was asking this, Murlian covered her face with her hand over her hair and began to recall.

She was born seemingly on the shores of a lake near Gloucester.

At first, she remained motionless, like discarded trash, simply gazing at her reflection in the river.

In the hazy water, Chu saw a somewhat tall 'self' with purple hair and gold decorations.

"Well, it's a failed product after all."

"Bullying her sisters and enjoying it, how sad. Who does this child take after? How did I manage to create such a bad child using the attributes of the father in Minecraft? I even made her a small child. But it's pointless to send her to the father to play with, she's just a toy..."

The voice, when uttering that name, seemed to whisper, yet it possessed a unique warmth.

"It seems I'll have to pass on the perfectionist attribute from now on, but I'm too lazy to change it anyway. I might as well just throw this failure into some garbage world that will be destroyed sooner or later."

Soon after, she regained consciousness and forced herself to walk on the ground, her body swaying unsteadily, as if trying to suppress the urge to vomit. She felt inexplicably nauseous for no reason, which puzzled her greatly.

That's natural, since Murlian didn't hear that voice; her disgust and aversion to it must have been instinctive.

Therefore, the little winged fairy, who could only recall 'bad moods', raised her head, held up one hand, and answered Fukin:

"I do not know."

However, despite saying that, Murlian still had some concerns in her heart.

After all, she was confused as to why she always had the body shape of a child, even though the reflection in the lake at the beginning should have shown the body shape of a young girl or even a mature woman.

……

Just three days after Murlian returned to Gloucester.

To the north of Gloucester lies a vast expanse of rolling mountains, where during the day one can enjoy the breathtaking view of the late autumn sky merging seamlessly with the verdant hills.

Such a beautiful scene was commonplace for the fairies living there; they could imagine it with their eyes closed.

But now——

Now, the beautiful scenery in my mind and before my eyes has been replaced by a nightmarish scene. The city is surrounded by dark shadows, and under the clear sky, there are terrifying figures of the Fang Clan everywhere, holding torches as if they want to burn the city and its inhabitants to ashes.

"It's your turn next."

The fairy guarding the door was filled with fear, recalling the words the fairies had spoken to it when it participated in the destruction of the Rain Clan.

Its fear stems from the nightmarish scenes it can imagine, from the fear it has released, and from the pain of its own situation.

Why does this happen to us?

We didn't do anything wrong. In the process of eliminating the Rain Clan, we were just playing around by skinning them before their magic dissipated and before they became conscious. Is that worse than the Fang Clan guys eating them directly?

The winged fairy couldn't understand why the Fang Clan was surrounding Gloucester so menacingly today.

This is outrageous! What did we do wrong?

Indignant, it ran all the way back to the city center of Gegerst, only to find that a large group of fairies had already gathered there. Not only it, but all the fairies had terrifying expressions and were shouting in a frantic manner.

"Yes, that's right. The members of the Fang Clan are probably just hungry. If they are hungry, as long as we feed them, they will let the rest of us go..."

Amidst the commotion, a seemingly insignificant voice rang out, but in that instant, it became the fuse—

"Damn it, you bunch of bastards, just die already!"

In a short time, the fairies present started fighting each other. The sound of fairies being dragged out and thrown off the city wall echoed through the huge city. Desperate screams reverberated all around. The weaker fairies tried to struggle and escape, but the fairies who were targeted beat them up with their hands and feet until their faces were bruised and swollen.

The winged fairy guarding the gate screamed as it felt its wings being torn off by the fairy under its feet. Then, its feet were grabbed by another fairy, and it felt itself being dragged backward, with shards of earth constantly piercing its abdomen.

"Let me go! Stop! I don't want to die, please, I want to live!"

Its hands gripped the floor tightly, and it kept twisting its body, but the fairy still dragged it out from behind.

Rough fragments tore bloody lines across his body, and a nauseating, thick stench of blood filled his nostrils.

The winged fairy who participated in the massacre of the Rain Clan stretched out its hands forward, trying to seek help.

Finally, it saw Murian leading a group of winged fairies towards it, and its hope was rekindled. However, before it could say anything, the white raven perched on Murian's shoulder flew straight over and ended its life with a single swipe of its claw.

"Is this yet another one who participated in the destruction of the Rain Clan?"

After Fokin returned, Murlian sighed inwardly.

As ravens who used to deliver messages to Odin in the Norse Age of Gods, Fokin and Wuni have memorized the faces of all the fairies who participated in that battle. Novia has also indicated that they can deal with any of them they encounter.

Inside Gloucester, flickering firelight illuminated the piles of fairy corpses that resembled small mountains. Compared to the previous days, only about two-thirds of the fairies had survived. Lacking any desire to fight, the city's defenses were practically nonexistent, and the Fang Clan, carrying torches, had already stormed in.

Perhaps it was because Murian stood out in the city center as the 'chieftain' at this moment, and because she was surrounded by many fairies, that the surviving fairies immediately regarded her as their backbone.

"Don't give up hope yet. I'll think of ways for everyone to survive. Who knows what might happen next?"

At this point, a faint smile appeared on Murlian's face.

"No matter what, I will do everything I can to save everyone, even if it means giving my own life."

Chapter 442 Nyarlathotep: Little Yog's tears kept flowing, which was quite pathetic.

"Yes, as long as Lady Murian is here, everything will be alright."