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Chapter 1076 - 493: Opposing Races_3

Chapter 1076: Chapter 493: Opposing Races_3

Upon hearing this, the elder blinked in surprise, his fists clenched, and his face flushed red, "I have dedicated a whole three thousand four hundred years to the Fairy Race! Throughout these years, I have never stepped out of the Bitter Garden. In my heart, this place has long become my home, and I already consider myself a member of the Fairy Race! Your Highness, the Saintess, have I ever wronged the Fairy Race in all these three thousand years?"

Facing the elder’s tearful accusation, Tina simply looked at him calmly. Only after he finished speaking did she reply with a cold voice, "Eight hundred years ago, the last Fairy King Oulenz, The Blessed One, your contracted Fairy, disappeared without a reason."

"And merely a month after His Majesty’s disappearance, you announced the so-called ’Cradle Plan’ in the name of a gardener, claiming that all newly born Fairies would be gathered together for a secret unified upbringing, the reason being to reserve talent for the future of the Fairy Race."

"Out of respect for your many years of hard work and dedication, no one doubted you at that time, and everyone silently supported your decision. But now, so many years have passed, where are the results of your upbringing?"

"Why has nobody ever seen those young Fairies you gathered? Where have you hidden them? Why did His Majesty disappear in the first place? Who exactly is betraying the Fairy Race?" Tina laid out her suspicions clearly, directing her accusatory gaze at the elder.

Mu You raised an eyebrow as he watched the text appear, as if he had stumbled upon some gossip-worthy scene.

Only now did he understand why Tina had previously chosen to support them so decisively—it turned out the Fairy Kingdom had been without a leader for a long time.

And from Tina’s questioning, it seemed this woman indeed had many issues.

The elder was stunned for a long while upon hearing this, and after a moment, suddenly revealed an extremely weary bitter smile, "So it really can’t be hidden any longer..."

"Really?" Tina looked down at the elder with disdain, huffing coldly, "Ormedo, are you admitting to lying? Then tell us the truth, where have you hidden all the newly born Fairies over these years?"

"Your Highness, the Saintess, I have never hidden anyone..." The elder slumped to the ground, sighing, "The reason nobody has ever seen these newborn Fairies is that... they simply do not exist..."

"What do you mean?" Tina frowned.

"The Bitter Mother Tree, starting eight hundred years ago, stopped growing, and since then has not produced a single Fairy..." the elder said bitterly.

"What?" Tina was shocked. A Fairy girl nearby also covered her mouth in surprise.

"Oh?" Mu You was surprised.

If the Fairy Race’s Mother Tree bore no fruit, it meant the Fairy Race’s population had stopped growing as early as eight hundred years ago. Moreover, since Fairies weren’t immortal and would die from various causes every day, with no new individuals coming into existence, the population of the Fairy Race was doomed to decline.

This Mother Tree was the only source of population for the Fairies. Once it ceased to grow, it effectively stripped the Fairy Race of their ability to reproduce. A race without the capacity to proliferate was bound to face extinction.

"Why did it suddenly stop growing?" the Watchman asked out of curiosity.

But the elder just looked at him with a cold, mocking smile, "Isn’t that a question you Fools should be asking yourselves?"

"Ah?" the Watchman was taken aback, scratching his head awkwardly, "Sorry, I didn’t quite understand. How would the Fairy Race’s Mother Tree be related to us Fools?"

"Because, eight hundred years ago, on the very day the Bitter Mother Tree stopped growing, was the same day the first Fool was born among you... As you came into existence, we just happened to start our decline. Do you think there is a connection?" the elder huffed coldly.

"Ah, this... Could it just be a coincidence?" the Watchman said.

"Coincidence? Then what about four hundred years ago, when one of your Fools first set foot in the Bitter Garden, the very moment he landed, the Bitter Mother Tree began to wither rapidly, and no matter what I did, I could not stop it until that Fool left, and only then did the withering cease. Can that be considered a coincidence?" the elder sneered.

"This..." the Watchman found himself at a loss for words.