Chapter 93: Companions

Chapter 93: Companions

At dinner, people started competing again over who could be more ruthless in hitting their children. Bran, who felt it had gone far enough, stopped their behavior, which made everyone sigh with relief.

“After I returned, the Little Fairies had already nested and made their homes here.” To strengthen his persuasion, a few Little Fairies revealed themselves, flying curiously above people’s heads at that moment. This scene quieted everyone in the dining hall, as if they were afraid of scaring them.

“In recent days, they have always been here, right in this castle, but they are usually more accustomed to moving around in another form, a state most of us cannot see.” As he spoke, the fairies gradually faded from view.

“The fairies have already begun to gradually influence us, and are also influenced by us. This influence is beneficial for both sides. As the influence deepens and mutual trust begins, in the not-too-distant future, even when the fairies are invisible, we should be able to see them, because this is how our ancestors on both sides began.

This will certainly need a process. So, when children can see, try to communicate with the fairies and try to establish a partnership. Fairies are our friends, allies, not my personal accessories. Therefore, I hope this is a process of mutual selection between both sides.”

Saying this, Bran laughed happily, then added, “Stop competing in hitting children. Although I was quite happy watching them get hit, I am not really trying to get revenge on anything. Actually, hitting them or not will not affect the final result. The child and the little fairy need to like each other.”

After taking a few bites of food, Bran thought about it. Some things were better said by his own mouth, saving his mother from difficulty.

“I once promised to help the fairies settle down, so half of the Little Fairies will be placed in the Western Territory in the future.”

This sentence caused a stir in the dining hall, but it quickly subsided. Everyone realized they had no decision-making power, not even the slightest influence. Everyone then discovered that although they had lived together in the castle for many years, Bran did not seem to belong to them.

The Duchess, who now had the most influence over Bran, obviously would not oppose this decision, and Danny would only stand by Bran’s side.

“One last reminder: Fairies are closer to the spiritual level and are very sensitive to certain emotions. So, if anyone has ever told their children not-so-good stories about fairies, influencing the children’s likes or dislikes, this will affect the child’s communication with the fairies.”

Then, Bran saw someone who couldn’t help but slap their own face.

The Duke looked up and said, “That’s it. Those with underage children at home can bring them to the castle this winter. If a connection with a fairy can be established, let the child take the fairy back to their own territory next spring to establish a fairy garden.”

As soon as the Duke finished speaking, Aisa and others immediately put down their food, stood up, said goodbye, and hurriedly went to send messages.

…

That night, Bran was sitting alone in the courtyard of the Mountain Villa, thinking about things. The old fairy Whisper suddenly appeared before Bran, startling him.

Bran said somewhat annoyed, “Remember to knock next time.”

Whisper ignored Bran’s rudeness, looking around, very satisfied with the environment here, nodding constantly. Casually praising, “Very good.”

Bran curled his lip and began boasting unceremoniously, “Very good indeed. My Mountain Villa is no worse than your big Garden.”

“Give me a piece of the Meteorite Fragment you got.”

“I don’t have many. And if I give it to you now, you can’t take it away.”

“Who says I can’t take it away? Give it to me, and I’ll show you how to take it away.”

Bran grinned. “You’re trying to fool a silly boy. First, tell me, how did you come here?”

“The Little Fairies have already made this place their home. We can travel quickly through our homes. Although this distance is a bit far, with the help of other fairies, I can still come here.”

“You know about what happened here, right? If there are areas that need improvement, just say so.”

“Good. We thought you would treat these Little Fairies as your own accessories.”

Bran emphasized, “No one is an accessory. It’s better to keep things pure in a partnership.”

The old fairy hovered in front of Bran, examining him carefully for a long time, then said, “Very good, you are truly very good. We are companions. No one is an accessory. If everyone had thought like this back then, it would have been good.”

Bran split off a piece of Meteorite Fragment the size of a fingernail and condensed it into a bead, then handed it to the old fairy. He asked, “What do you need this stone for?”

Whisper complained first, “How stingy!”

Then, holding the fragment in both hands, right in front of Bran’s eyes, the fragment seemed to be swallowed by another space, gradually disappearing. Facing Bran who was open-mouthed and somewhat stunned, Whisper clapped her hands as if it were insignificant, explaining, “Remember that nearly dead Ancient Tree? With the fragment, we can continue to maintain the environment there.”

Bran shook his head and reminded, “Be careful. Don’t make it like the Wasteland, or that would be troublesome.”

“The Wasteland’s environment is special. That meteor back then destroyed everything, which is why it formed that single Mana circulation pattern. The Mogu Mountains are much more complex and the environment is much more open. The Garden will expand its range a bit, but other effects are limited. And this bit of fragment won’t affect too wide an area.”

“So, I don’t have to be too careful using the fragment here?” Bran’s eyes began to shine.

“Mmm.”

“And, where did you hide the fragment?” Bran looked like a curious baby.

“Sent it back.”

“How did you send it? Teach me. How big of things can you send?”

“Can’t teach. It’s an innate instinct. Can’t send too big things either. As the item being sent increases, more fairies need to cooperate. Just now for the fragment, a few other old fairies provided the effort on the other side.”

“Oh.” This reply made Bran somewhat dejected, so he changed direction, saying to Whisper, “Don’t leave yet. Let me introduce you to my family.”

Bran took Whisper and introduced the people in the Mountain Villa to her one by one. Whisper seemed very interested in Xirui. She left the others and whispered something to the little girl. Bran only saw his sister’s eyes growing brighter and brighter. This piqued Bran’s strong curiosity. He began wrapping layers of his Mana Web around Whisper and his sister, trying to eavesdrop. This action of his earned a look of disdain from Whisper. With the fairy way of communication, when they only want to communicate with one person, others simply cannot hear any information. So, Bran tried hard for a long time but did not achieve his goal.

Bran, having failed in his action, withdrew from his eavesdropping endeavor. He had just gotten a hint from Whisper and now could solve his mother’s worries. Dragon Gold had the property of remembering Mana Fluctuation. So, he first wrapped a piece of Meteorite Fragment with Dragon Gold, then wrapped crystal around the outside of the Dragon Gold. After the experiment succeeded, he quickly made several crystals based on this blueprint, using up all the Meteorite Fragments obtained from the Wasteland.

Seeing that Bran had finished his work, Whisper came over and praised, “Not a bad idea.”

“Don’t get any ideas. These can’t be given to you.”

“Stingy.”

“I’ve been generous enough. These are for helping Little Fairies quickly settle down. Also, how is my sister?”

“A good child.”

“Whether out of kindness or not, don’t use her. Okay?”

“Don’t worry. Just a small repayment. Like you said, we are companions.”

Bran smiled. “Actually, thinking about it is frustrating enough. A thousand years of time, look at what we have missed? It always feels like a lingering survival.”

Whisper asked, “Want to know what really happened back then?”

“No! On the contrary, I hope to forget what really happened. What we need to remember is the lesson, the result. The choices back then harmed who we are today. So, you and we should work together to write a moving, epic story that future generations can remember. Through this story, let the descendants never forget each other’s importance.

Don’t mention the details of past grievances again. That will only blind us to trivial details, and then we will start arguing over right and wrong about these meaningless things, which will only widen the divide. So forget it.

Whisper, you should focus on creating a story that can be passed down through the ages, a story that can be sung together by generations of our descendants. This is an opportunity. As long as our Bloodline continues, this story will be passed down together. And you will surely live on in the world along with the story.”

Bran watched the old fairy’s eyes begin to shine and felt very happy.

“My mother, my father, and many top figures from the Northlands will gather at the castle this winter. You and the other old fairies can work with them to write this story. I hope that when spring comes, this brand new story will begin to be sung throughout the Northlands as people travel.”

…

After seeing Whisper off, Bran immediately took the newly made crystals to his mother. His mother asked, “What is this?”

“Mana crystals that can help quickly establish a fairy garden. This way, we don’t have to worry about the Western Territory issue.”

“How are they used?”

“Just place them at the target location. They will gradually spread their influence to the surroundings. It’s best to place them in relatively open places like courtyards. Then the fairies will gradually transform the surrounding environment with it as the center. When the time comes, let sister take them over.”

“No need. Your uncles are coming. We can give it to them. Do you still have an impression of them?”

“A little.” Bran suddenly smiled. “Back then, I was really helped by my uncles coming to back me up.”

Mother also smiled and patted Bran’s head…