Three months had passed since the Elf Realm was secured. I summoned my minion—shadow-born, consuming my mana yet loyal until dismissed. I named it Sin of Lust, thinking it fitting to mark my servants with the names of sins.
I explained its role to the Elf Minister. "It is my shadow. Hide it behind the wall. When broadcast through the magic telecast, it will appear with my voice and color. No one will doubt it."
With the Elf Realm stable, I and my companions cloaked ourselves with masks from the Infinite Ring. A door opened, leading us into the Fairy Realm.
The Fairy Realm was unlike the Elves. Their forests were alive, carved into homes and halls. Buildings were trees themselves, shaped by magic.
My companions dragged me to a clothing store hidden underground. "Fairies do not welcome humans," they whispered. "You must disguise yourself."
They chose garments for me:
- Slime Majesty: plain shirt and pants.
- Cunning Witch: blue cape, red sorcery dress.
- Vampire Majesty: black and red attire, blood-like hologram effect.
- Dragon Queen: kimono with dragon scales.
- Beast Queen: fur coat and pants, reducing physical damage.
- Elf Queen: green and silver attire, with free accessories.
I rejected them all. My eyes fell upon a cloth that seemed to pull me. I bought it unknowingly.
It was black and violet, with fake fairy wings. Its mystery unlocked without Lucky Looter: Random Future Vision. In critical moments, it would show glimpses of possible futures, allowing me to dodge fatal blows.
I sent my companions to gather intelligence. Alone, I walked the streets, feigning fatigue to mask suspicion—since I could not fly like the fairies.
At an inn, I settled among common folk. My profile panel now allowed me to chat directly with my pact-bound companions.
They returned with news:
- The Fairy King still ruled, but the Fairy Queen had divorced him, leaving with a human local.
- She bore a daughter, older than the king's adopted son (the child of the Elf King's loyal general, now dead).
- In two days, a ceremony would announce the daughter as Crown Queen.
I thought, Then the plan begins.
That night, I joined my companions in cultivation. Even the Elf Queen, grieving her father's death, now shared in the bond. Power surged through us, preparing for the trials to come.
Thus, Dransart enters the Fairy Realm, cloaked in disguise, armed with future vision, and bound to his companions. The ceremony of succession looms, and the mission to save the realm from an intruder who seeks to kill the Elf King begins.