The Sixth Lostbelt is none other than the British Lostbelt.
The most unique among all Lostbelts.
Before Nameless even arrived, the Fantasy Tree had already been cut down by the natives!
The question arises: since the Fantasy Tree is already gone, is there still any need to go?
Even if left alone, wouldn't the British Lostbelt eventually collapse?
With these questions in mind, the audience witnesses the opening of the Sixth Lostbelt.
Its name is—
"Fairy Round Table Domain - Avalon le Fae - The Moment a Star is Born"
Prominently featured in the title is the name Morgan le Fay, King Arthur's sister!
The opening scene shows a vibrant, thriving forest.
The flower mage Merlin, who hasn't appeared for a long time, smiles at the camera: "My, my, can you hear me?"
"O you of fate whom I've never met. Or perhaps you of astrology whom I'm destined to encounter."
"Would you listen to my words? To the story of the fairies, to the conclusion of the mysterious island."
This magician, possessing clairvoyance to see through the [present], has made prophecies time and again.
Long ago,
it was Merlin's prophecy that made King Arthur pull the sword from the stone and ascend to the throne.
He later accurately foretold King Arthur's tragic fate.
Now, this prophet begins foretelling the British Lostbelt.
Merlin sings a ballad—
"Those without sin, please turn back, for this is the city of the bottomless Queen."
"Accumulate, accumulate, like rainwater, like dust."
"Vanish, vanish, like snow, like lies."
"Our hopes ignored, still in the Queen's palm they lie."
"But endure just a little more, through two thousand years of dynasty, the Child of Salvation will appear."
"When iron streets and coal seas repel calamity, come pilgrimage."
"Guided by the Staff of Selection, protected by foreign travelers, the Child of Salvation shall reach the throne."
"Upon the throne sits the true king, accept this blood-stained crown!"
"Ring out, like thunder, like blazing fire, ring the six bells to open the path for the true king!"
...
A ballad prophesying the future.
These seemingly simple words clearly contain countless metaphors.
After finishing the ballad,
Merlin chuckles lightly: "Oh dear, it seems the terrifying sister has noticed me, so farewell."
This child of incubus, though an indispensable figure in British history, appears unlikely to make an appearance.
Still confined within her Tower of the End, maintaining eternal seclusion.
The audience was utterly astonished—
[Merlin the Unscrupulous! I've never seen someone so shameless! Even when it's her own home turf, she's still slacking off and lazing around!]
[Can any experts explain what this ballad is about? It feels like it'll run through this entire Lostbelt!]
[The "Child of Salvation" probably refers to Nameless, right? And the "True King"… could it be Artoria?]
[But the question is, why come to the British Lostbelt? The Tree of Emptiness has already been cut down!]
[A message carried by fallen leaves: The King of Britain has descended. The Lostbelt has been pruned, and the True King is crowned!]
...
In Academy City.
The Academy Director, Tamamo-no-Mae, looked on in disbelief. "Your own territory, and you're still holed up at home?"
This Child of the Nightmare was just too despicable!
It was one thing to stay out of other Lostbelts and Singularities.
But this is your own Britain we're talking about!
Not only did she refuse to act, but she also put on the airs of a riddler, maliciously humming that ballad to keep everyone in suspense.
All one could say was, as expected of Merlin the Unscrupulous—you truly have no conscience at all!
It made Tamamo-no-Mae want to cut her down herself.
Riddlers, get out of Fuyuki City!
"Ahem, the reason I'm sealed in the Tower of the End is actually because of the fairies," Merlin said with an awkward laugh.
Back then, she had provoked the fairies and had no choice but to flee to Avalon and imprison herself.
This was to avoid their punishment.
As for the historical records stating that Merlin sealed herself away out of guilt for failing to save King Arthur—that was only a small part of the reason.
Tamamo-no-Mae said with utter disdain, "Isn't it all because of the trouble you caused?"
This woman never did anything decent.
First, she provoked Nameless, then she angered the mysterious fairies of the Inner Sea of the Planet—truly, if you court death, you will find it.
If one day she got cut down by a sword, it wouldn't surprise Tamamo-no-Mae in the slightest.
"Ahem, there's a bit more to it than that," Merlin grew even more embarrassed.
Just as the spectators said.
If she were to appear in the British Lostbelt and shine brilliantly, she could undoubtedly clear her name in one fell swoop.
But alas, she didn't dare!
The British Lostbelt was a domain ruled by the fairies.
These were beings born from the Inner Sea of the Planet, far more transcendent than gods.
Even the Star-Saber that Nameless used to slay the Alien God's Apostles was forged by these fairies.
Merlin wouldn't dare cause trouble even if she had ten times the courage!
Tamamo-no-Mae asked with a hint of curiosity, "So, what exactly is the deal with the British Lostbelt?"
A Lostbelt, by definition, is a history of erroneous prosperity.
In the correct history of Britain, Artoria was crowned king, inciting the jealousy of her elder sister Morgan, who then sent Gawain, Mordred, and others to conspire against her.
So,
In the erroneous history, it was clearly Morgan le Fay who was crowned king, creating a terrifying Lostbelt.
But the question remained: why was it called the "Fairy Round Table Domain"?
The Knights of the Round Table were all genuine humans.
Could it be that they had all turned into fairies?
"I am not I, the flower is not the flower. What you see before you may not be the truth. Just keep watching, and you'll understand," Merlin said with a smile.
Tamamo-no-Mae rolled her eyes. "Hah, if you keep acting like a riddler, you'll get yourself killed sooner or later!"
Even in front of an ally like her, the other insisted on being a riddler.
She really deserved a beating!
...
On the screen.
After Merlin finished recounting the ballad and its prophecy, her figure vanished without a trace.
The scene shifted to Chaldea.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
A piercing alarm sounded.
From the Atlas Institute, the one who provided the [Black Barrel] to Mash, Chaldea's director spoke gravely: "Everyone, the Sixth Lostbelt is showing anomalies!"
"Eh? What kind of anomalies exactly?" Mash inquired curiously.
"Ah, don't worry, it's nothing too serious."
Chiron revealed a brilliant smile, "It's simply that the Earth is facing a crisis and will be destroyed in 24 hours."
"Oh, just destruction... Huh?" Mash's eyes widened instantly.
Nameless shook his head helplessly, "How can your 37°C body utter such icy words with a smiling face?"
Once the Earth is destroyed, it means humanity will perish along with it.
Whether it's the Lostbelts or Proper Human History, all will cease to exist!
Only this young woman before them could say it so lightly.
Chiron put away her smile and said seriously, "The British Lostbelt will begin to perish now, and in 24 hours, its destructive waves will sweep across the entire planet like a tsunami."
"This planet's lifespan is nearing its end. Under such destruction, it will be unable to bear its own gravity and collapse."
On the expanded Lostbelt world map,
Britain was enveloped in a ball of white light, like a nuclear bomb about to be detonated.
Meanwhile, the Seventh Lostbelt had already covered most of South America, equally mysterious and dangerous.
Chiron continued, "Of course, the time flow in the British Lostbelt is different from the outside. So as long as we enter the Lostbelt, we don't need to consider the 24-hour destruction countdown."
This meant that entering the Lostbelt to uncover the truth of its destruction was urgent.
The audience members suddenly understood.
They finally realized why, even though the Fantasy Tree of the British Lostbelt was already gone, they still had to go there.
The new Nautilus, like a drill, pierced through the Lostbelt's defensive barrier.
But in this penetration, it nearly caused their ship to be destroyed and everyone to perish.
They must solve the problem within forty days, otherwise they won't be able to leave the Lostbelt!
Nameless frowned deeply as he revealed a terrifying fact: "The British Lostbelt has no human history. This means it's fundamentally impossible to summon Heroic Spirits here!"
In the previous Qin Lostbelt, Heroic Spirits weren't necessary but could still be summoned.
However, this Lostbelt is composed of fairies, containing no human civilization or history whatsoever!
Heroic Spirits are born from human history.
With no human history present here, naturally not a single Heroic Spirit can be summoned.
Even the Heroic Spirits who followed them here cannot operate within this Lostbelt.
The only ones who can enter the Lostbelt are Nameless as the sole human Master,
plus the half-human, half-Heroic Spirit Mash, and the artificial Saint Graph Leonardo da Vinci - these three.
But even da Vinci remains restricted, unable to exert her full power.
Under these circumstances, only these three are most suitable for the journey ahead.
Nameless looked at the small shield maiden and said: "Mash, you can stay..."
"No, Senpai! I'm going! Even if we're heading to hell, I want to be by your side!" Mash interrupted without hesitation.
She knew he was worried about her and wanted her to stay behind.
The problem was,
as a shield warrior, how could she possibly feel safe hiding in the rear?
If anything happened to her Senpai, she would never forgive herself.
Sion looked at her teasingly: "Wow, little Mash actually confessed?"
"Anyway, Senpai absolutely must not leave me behind!"
Blush spread across Mash's cheeks, but her eyes remained fixed on him without blinking.
She looked exactly like someone afraid their companion might sneak away alone.
"Well then, I'll be counting on you from now on." Nameless smiled.
"Mhm!"
Mash nodded vigorously, her little face flushed red.
Nameless reminded her: "Since you've inherited the legacy of Round Table Knight Galahad, some kind of mutation might occur. They might mistake you for Galahad, so please be careful."
"Eh, mistake me for Galahad? Okay, I'll remember that." Mash felt slightly surprised.
But considering this was the British Lostbelt, it was indeed highly possible.
The three quickly set out and descended upon the land of Britain in the Lostbelt.
Fou didn't follow along.
Apparently having caught Merlin's scent, he stayed alone in Nameless's room, feeling sulky.
The moment Nameless and his two companions arrived, they spotted a familiar red-haired handsome man.
It was none other than the Son of Sorrow, Tristan!
At this moment,
this Knight of the Round Table was playing his strings alone in solitude.
A melody that could break one's heart, searching the world for a kindred spirit.
He appeared exceptionally desolate and lonely.
Mash watched him with extreme wariness: "How were you able to manifest here?"
The British Lostbelt contains no human history, naturally making it impossible for Heroic Spirits to manifest.
Yet now,
this was clearly a familiar Heroic Spirit from Proper Human History!
During the previous Sixth Singularity Camelot, they had been mortal enemies, so caution was necessary.
"Ah, how sorrowful, I was summoned by this land itself." Tristan gazed skyward at a forty-five degree angle, speaking full of melancholy.
Nameless tugged at the small shield maiden and said: "This is your homeland, so your manifestation here should be normal. Would you be willing to join forces with me?"
Heroic Spirits from Proper Human History aren't absolutely unable to manifest.
But the conditions required are extremely stringent - there must be no counterpart existing in the Lostbelt.
Otherwise, Nameless would have long asked Alaya to summon the entire Round Table Knight Order.
"Of course. Master, my demonic strings are willing to play for you." Tristan agreed quite amiably.
Since this Lostbelt threatened the safety of Pan-Human History, it was natural to join forces in battle.
Then.
Tristan declared with extreme confidence, "This is my homeland, let me guide you."
One minute passed.
Ten minutes passed.
An hour later.
The group was still circling in place, completely unable to leave.
The white mist around them grew thicker and thicker.
Da Vinci restrained her urge to rage and said, "You're definitely lost, aren't you?"
"No, I'm not! I'm not! Don't spout nonsense!"
Under the increasingly dangerous gazes of everyone, Tristan hurriedly explained, "There seems to be some kind of magical barrier around here, even the demonic string markers I left behind have been destroyed!"
"What's more terrifying is that as soon as we enter the mist's range, my hand holding the demonic strings involuntarily lets go."
"It's as if I've forgotten the thoughts I had just one minute ago!"
This mist is poisonous!
A terrifying influence that even Heroic Spirits cannot resist.
What's more tragic.
Purple slime-like monsters were frantically attacking, giving them no time to detoxify.
The white mist grew increasingly dense, completely enveloping everyone.
Under the influence of this mist.
Tristan stood blankly in place, having completely forgotten his past.
Mashu also stared blankly at the shield in her hands.
When her eyes fell upon Nameless, there was no trace of affection left—instead, she looked at him as if he were a complete stranger!
Thud~ Thud~
Tristan, Mashu, and the others fell to the ground one by one, slipping into unconsciousness~
Such terrifying poisonous mist made all viewers instantly shudder—
[Damn, this is too scary. Is Chaldea going to get wiped out just like this?]
[Holy shit, what the hell is this thing? Even Heroic Spirits have no resistance against it!]
[This is terrifying. They haven't even found where the Lostbelt King is yet! Are they all going to lose their memories like this?]
[Good grief, no wonder the Sixth Lostbelt could destroy Earth—it wipes out Chaldea right at the start!]
[Absolutely horrifying! If the Greek Lostbelt was nightmare difficulty, then the British Lostbelt is hell difficulty!]
...
In the Fuyuki Hotel.
Mordred said with a look of disgust, "Tristan still gets lost habitually. Even in his own homeland he gets lost, yet he has that inexplicable confidence."
Getting lost is one thing, but who gave him the courage to lead the way?
"The white mist seems to cause memory loss—it's not simply about getting lost," Gawain casually replied.
If you want to mock someone, at least pick the right target.
However, seeing Tristan appear finally allowed Gawain to relax the tension he'd been feeling.
Even the Son of Sorrow who was once beaten by Nameless has become an ally.
When he makes his appearance, he'll definitely become Nameless's teammate and bring glory to the title of Sun Knight.
Thereby attracting countless admirers from around the world.
He will reach the pinnacle of Heroic Spirits with countless fans and strengthened Spirit Origins!
Just thinking about it makes Gawain feel a little excited.
There's nothing left to fear.
I, Sun Knight Gawain, shall become invincible!