Chapter 181: When the Flowers Bloom in Spring (1)
Ihan and his group had never dared to imagine they could actually have a conversation with a fairy, even after rescuing one.
To reiterate, fairies were considered holy and grand beings beyond the reach of humans. Ethereal entities of boundless beauty, crafted by the mysteries of nature itself. They lived for ages beyond human comprehension, and even then, they only occasionally extended their hand to pure and untainted beings—babies or young children free of corruption or malicious intent. For anyone else, speaking to a fairy was nothing more than a fanciful dream.
"...Those damned spell-slingers must’ve been insane. Seriously, how far gone do you have to be to think kidnapping a fairy is a good idea?"
There was a saying that those who dared to harm a fairy would find no peace, even in death. Even now, Ihan marveled at the audacity of such individuals.
Of course, according to legend, the founder of Pendragon, the Knight King, and his siblings—referred to as the Knights of the Lake—were said to have shared friendships and even love with fairies.
The problem was—
"...That’s just a legend, though."
It was too ancient a tale to take seriously.
While there were fairies with physical forms, they were often closer to elves—pointy-eared creatures considered lesser versions of fairies. Scholars widely regarded them as fallen fairies.
The relationship between fairies and these beings was like that between a tiger and a house cat: same family, but vastly different.
Even the mage chick, a so-called "half-fairy," likely had only about 0.0002% fairy DNA at best. There was no comparison to a pure fairy.
To put it simply: