Meanwhile, at the same time.
The fairy forces were positioned to the right of the Temple of Promise. Under Erwin’s command, they were ready to strike the enemy’s flank the moment the messenger arrived. In fact, the fairy elder had been patiently waiting for the right moment, holding back until the Oathblade was activated.
But then, something unexpected happened.
Murmurs spread.
Around the time the Oathblade was triggered, the entire atmosphere within the fairy ranks shifted dramatically.
“That person… is that really—?”
“This can’t be happening…”
The tense mood, thick with the threat of war, suddenly erupted into chaos. Every fairy’s gaze fixed on a single point, their faces etched with disbelief. One even collapsed to the ground, slack-jawed and stunned.
“…!”
The elder, startled, rushed over but froze in place about ten meters away, eyes locked on the fairy calmly watching them. His movements halted as if turned to ice.
“What… is this…?”
His voice trembled, panic rising. His knees buckled briefly, but he managed to stay upright.
Having lived for countless years, the elder could feel it clearly—the pure, unwavering aura of Margarita, more profound than any other fairy. The being before them was the rightful heir to the throne of the previous fairy queen they had searched for so desperately.
“No….”
But—
“This can’t be… Nymue is supposed to be imprisoned…”
He couldn’t accept the reality that had come so suddenly.
“Tsk.”
A sharp click of a tongue pierced his ears, making him flinch involuntarily.
Margarita’s glare was fierce as she took a step forward, and every fairy simultaneously took a step back. Some began trembling uncontrollably. Though her presence felt strangely familiar, it pressed down on them like a heavy weight, as if they might collapse at any moment.
This was rooted in the very nature of fairies.
To a fairy, the queen is an object of unconditional reverence and fear from birth. And Margarita was no longer a naive child. Having undergone the ritual of the Thorned Crown, she was recognized as the true fairy queen. The thorned crown resting atop her head was the most undeniable proof.
“I understand your determination to find the queen… but to think that after centuries of searching, even your eyes of truth were clouded. I heard a little from Nymue, but seeing it with my own eyes is truly heartbreaking.”
Though this meeting had finally come after so much hardship, Margarita’s voice was icy cold.
No matter that they were kin, or that she was supposed to lead them forward—there was no way they looked good in her eyes. After all, the fairies had played a large part in capturing the father she loved so dearly.
“No, no! Erwin said so too, and I’ve checked many times myself! I’m certain…!”
The elder stammered desperately, then suddenly froze in confusion. He didn’t understand why he was so frantic to defend himself. Even though the queen stood right before them, doubt still lingered.
“I-I can’t believe it. Maybe you forcibly took the Thorned Crown…”
Though he knew it made no sense, the elder shook his head wildly, denying it with all his might. It was only natural.
It wasn’t a year or ten years—it had been over eight hundred years. So if the queen they had sought for so long suddenly appeared in a place like this, who could just accept it without question?
But from the very first meeting, things had gone badly wrong. After the last war, Margarita had learned that her own kin had been the enemy, and she was burdened with an inexplicable guilt. Such circumstances were irrelevant to her now. If she could, she would have thrown away the title of queen altogether.
“It’s truly pathetic. Your level of thinking is so shallow that you don’t even realize you’re being used.”
Rarely did such harsh words come from Margarita. When a deep disappointment flickered in her eyes, the elder suddenly felt his chest tighten painfully.
“P-please! Just listen to me for a moment!”
The elder tried to regain his composure, but—
“No. I won’t listen any longer. You are…”
Margarita closed her eyes as if she had no more patience.
“You are not even worthy to serve the queen.”
Then she raised her right arm toward the sky.
“Divine being, the Absolute of Luminous.”
Suddenly, a massive light shone down from the heavens, illuminating the spot where Margarita stood.
“Unification.”
As she spoke, a dazzling spiral of light wrapped around her entire body, forming a small vortex.
The swirling light was drawn into her at incredible speed, and Margarita’s form began to change. Her face, arms, torso, and legs all turned pure white, and her body started to grow exponentially.
Like a giant—or something even greater—Margarita’s towering figure drew the attention of not only the fairies but also the entire battlefield where the Oathblade had been focused. All eyes turned skyward.
“Ah… ah…”
The elder, faced with a being now over ten meters tall, could only stare in stunned silence before finally slumping his shoulders in defeat.
Not just the elder—most of the long-lived fairies reacted similarly. The growing light reminded them of someone.
How could they not recognize it?
Luminous, the spirit god of light and darkness.
And the unification with Luminous.
Long ago, only the first queen, hailed as the greatest in history, had been able to do this. But even she had been unable to control it and had sealed it away tightly.
A passage from legend was now being reenacted before their very eyes.
“Queen!”
At last, the elder cried out in anguish and dropped to his knees. At that moment, every fairy who had been staring up in shock also knelt and bowed their heads.
The birth of a new queen, the descent of a god, and the worship of the fairies—it was a sight so magnificent it could be called breathtaking.
Then—
Wooooooom!
A sudden surge of overwhelming magic shook the heavens and earth, and the elder trembled with fear. Margarita had said they were unworthy to serve the queen. It was clear who that power was directed at.
“Queen! We were wrong!”
The elder shouted at the top of his lungs, begging for forgiveness. Having witnessed the manifestation of Luminous, he had no choice but to believe.
“Please, please calm your anger!”
Still, there was no response from Margarita. Instead, the power grew even stronger. The elder, desperate, even banged his forehead on the ground as he cried out.
“It’s all my fault! I led our people astray and caused this disaster! The children only followed me, so please…!”
But before he could finish, the elder suddenly felt every hair on his body stand on end. A blinding light enveloped the surroundings so completely that he squeezed his eyes shut, convinced it was all over.
He had finally met the queen, only to have eight centuries of hope vanish in an instant.
Then, at that moment—
A deep, majestic voice gently echoed in his ears.
“…Huh?”
The elder gasped in surprise.
He had expected to be swallowed by the light and die, but instead, something like a mother’s touch warmed his entire body.
As the voice continued, the fairies slowly opened their eyes—and gasped in shock. Without exception, a soft glow radiated from their bodies.
Of course, it wasn’t just a change in appearance.
The next moment, though their faces were stunned, every fairy began to focus their gaze intently.
Then—
Flash!
In an instant, the fear that had clouded their eyes was replaced by a vivid, clear light.
Around that time, Erwin arrived, having heard reports of the fairies’ strange behavior.
Only the voice of the god who had descended upon the world could be heard.
It was strange.
Just moments ago, the area had been chaotic, but now, even watching silently, the air felt suffocatingly still. A heavy, almost eerie atmosphere hung over everything.
Erwin instinctively sensed it.
No matter what happened next, things had gone seriously wrong.
At that moment, every fairy rose as if entranced. They turned, their eyes shining brightly as they fixed their gaze on the figure before them.
When thousands of pairs of eyes, heavy with unspoken meaning, met—
“…!”
Even Erwin, who had never lost his composure even when the residents of myth appeared, experienced for the first time in his life the sensation of his mind going completely blank. It was as if someone had struck the back of his head dozens of times with a heavy hammer. From Satan’s perspective—who never imagined the Fairy Queen would show up—this was a situation beyond any nightmare.
If only he had known, he might have prepared some kind of countermeasure in advance.
During the battle on the Eastern Continent, the existence of Mar, whom Ansol had desperately kept hidden, finally came to light.
And then.
At this very moment, it began.
A thousand fairies newly awakened by the Queen’s power, along with summoned spirits.
Six thousand souls of heroes who had rushed in to keep their promise to their benefactor.
Krrrrrrrrr!
Nine hundred monstrous birds, the rulers of the Steel Mountains after the giants’ downfall.
“Hah! What on earth is going on here?”
Three thousand elite users from the former Northern Continent, resurrected by a wish.
“…”
Four thousand five hundred elite users from the current Northern Continent.
And so.
“…All units.”
Before the final war,
“Prepare for battle.”
The unprecedented Northern Continent Allied Forces, standing against the demon coalition, were finally born.
---------------------------= Author’s Note =---------------------------
It seems some readers have misunderstood, so I’d like to clarify here.
Starting from chapter 839, the current episode numbering is going in descending order, not ascending. In other words, episodes 8 through 2 have already been fully released. (You can tell by looking at the subtitles.)
To break it down:
Episode 8: Chapters 839–845
Episode 7: Chapters 846–853
Episode 6: Chapters 854–860
Episode 5: Chapters 861–866
Episode 4: Chapters 867–881
Episode 3: Chapters 882–911
Episode 2: Chapters 912–937 (excluding side story at 919)
Episode 1: Chapters 938–ongoing
That’s how it’s structured. Episode 1 will likely conclude sometime next week, which is why I mentioned yesterday that the end is near.
I hope this clears things up. :)