The Lake District in Northern Britannia also exists in human history.

Its location is in England, and it is one of the popular tourist destinations.

There, not only are there glacial lakes gently stretching out, but also highlands composed of steep rocks that retain their original appearance, quite different from the developed cities, preserving pastoral landscapes as they were over a hundred years ago—it’s a place without luxury clothing, food, or entertainment, yet one can immerse themselves in nature and have the highest enjoyment.

Though the Lake District in the Britannian singularity isn’t lacking in scenery, the northwest region consists of wetlands shrouded in dense fog and forest, where people rarely venture, and even fairies seldom tread, for encounters with Mors or attacks by the Mors army are frequent.

As such, the Lake District in Northwestern Britannia is generally desolate and uninhabited, with even the clan ruling Northern Britannia avoiding it unless necessary, deeming it a dangerous place best avoided.

However, beyond the Lake District, arriving at the lakeshore to the northwest, it’s the habitat of the Mirror Clan, which perished sixteen years ago.

In other words, to reach the former site of the Mirror Clan, one must pass through here.

Reiger left Edinburgh with Altoria, first using [Teleportation Gate] to arrive at the closest place to this region, then repeatedly using [Advanced Teleport] to rush here.

In this highly efficient travel mode, what originally took an entire day was accomplished by Reiger in about ten minutes.

No one expected that while Noconalay and the Chaldean party were discussing battle plans, Reiger silently brought Altoria to this distant place from Edinburgh, reaching the original territory of the Mirror Clan.

"Hmm..."

Altoria gripped the Wand of Selection and tightened her expression upon arrival.

"Such a dense curse presence..."

The presence of curses in this area was indeed exceptionally dense.

"Has even this place become like this?" Reiger frowned and murmured, "Seems like the curse is spreading faster than I imagined."

It was known that the Northern Britannia emerged from Albion’s corpse, meant to be separate from Britannia, uninvolved with curses.

But the curse presence here had become so dense, indicating how bad the other areas of Britannia had become.

"Alberon mentioned that recently, Mors have been increasing in number, frequently attacking the nearby cities." Altoria spoke worriedly, "If this continues, what happened in Norwich will surely occur in other cities, right?"

Altoria’s words reminded Reiger of his experiences in Norwich.

The countless swarming Mors poured into Norwich like tides, and the sight of many Mors forming the "Hand of Calamity" is still vivid memories.

For Reiger back then, the scene was deeply etched in his mind.

Of course...

"If you’ve witnessed endless waves of roaches like floodwaters heading toward you, you’d think such a scene back then was actually better."

For some reason, Reiger thought back to the battle against the Black Mukushi encountered within the Xiantai Barrier.

Compared to such repulsive cockroach monsters, even Mors seemed much cuter.

"Roaches?" Altoria shivered and stared at Reiger with goosebumps, saying, "What exactly have you been through?"

Evidently, the fairy-eyed girl saw through Reiger’s words were not random.

"Interested to know?"

Reiger turned to Altoria with a playful expression.

"Not interested!"

Altoria shook her head vigorously like a rattle drum.

Intuitively, she felt if Reiger continued, she’d gain a new psychological trauma.

So, Altoria wisely chose to end the topic.

"Look! Mors are coming!"

Altoria raised the Wand of Selection, pointing toward the area in front.

"■■■■■■■■■■■■——"

A group of black, boneless, soft creatures crawled slowly towards them, causing the curse presence to visibly increase at a rapid pace.

Faintly, Reiger could see larger Mors intermittently appearing behind the smaller ones.

"Are large Mors this common now?"

Reiger narrowed his eyes.

"Should we fight our way through?"

Altoria looked eager to prove herself.

She suddenly wanted to show Reiger her current strength.

Recalling, when Reiger disappeared in Norwich, she’d just rung the second Pilgrimage Bell, far weaker than now, almost a hindrance by his side.

Now, time has passed; she’d rung five Pilgrimage Bells, her strength greatly transformed, making Altoria eager to demonstrate it to Reiger.