The British Lostbelt.
Naturally serves as the stage where the Round Table Knights shine.
Artoria frowned as she watched the video. "A timeline where my elder sister became king? I wonder how she actually performed as ruler."
Morgan le Fay was indeed her elder sister, both being daughters of King Uther.
She was also the mother of Mordred, Gawain, Agravain, and others in the Knights of the Round Table.
Back when the Vile King Vortigern defeated King Uther,
Uther, seeking revenge, joined forces with Merlin to create her - the Red Dragon of Britain - to defeat Vortigern.
However,
Morgan, who had been abandoned by King Uther, inherited the supernatural power that should have died out and made the entire British Isles her possession.
By becoming the [Ruler of the Isle], she had already far surpassed Artoria in status!
Yet under these circumstances, the throne never fell into her hands.
This caused her to completely transform into an enchantress living only for revenge.
She successively dispatched Gawain, Mordred, and others in an attempt to completely overthrow Artoria's rule.
Artoria speculated that
the creation of the British Lostbelt must have been Morgan successfully killing her, thus opening an alternate timeline.
To this day,
Artoria had protected Britain for far too long and no longer held much attachment to the throne and its responsibilities.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have previously considered passing the throne to Mordred.
She was more curious to see what her dear elder sister could actually accomplish.
"My dear elder sister, heavy is the head that wears the crown!"
Artoria's gaze grew distant.
Once, Morgan had been a sister who doted on her.
Kay had described her as "pure as a fairy, yet strong and beautiful as a war goddess."
Yet, tempted by the throne, she had walked the path of a terrifying sorceress.
What exactly happened in between?
Mordred clicked her tongue. "This Lostbelt seems to be getting more and more terrifying. Was our Britain really this powerful?"
In the first Lostbelt, the Thunder Emperor was merely comparable to a god.
In the second Lostbelt, Skadi directly became the sole surviving deity of the Norse pantheon.
By the third Lostbelt, Qin Shi Huang outright crafted a Crown Position with his own hands and built the Great Wall in space.
Then in the fourth Lostbelt, Arjuna unified the divinity of the White Elephant's many gods, growing so powerful he could casually destroy the world.
In the fifth Lostbelt, Zeus even consolidated the various Machine Gods and eliminated the even more terrifying Alien God's Apostles.
And now, in the sixth British Lostbelt, Chaldea is about to be wiped out before even catching a glimpse of the Lostbelt King!
How could she not know her own Britain was this strong?
Or is it purely Queen Morgan's doing?
Mordred fell into deep conflict.
If Morgan was truly more suited to be king than Artoria, which side should she take?
...
The video continued.
After Nameless and the others were affected by the terrifying white mist and completely fell unconscious,
an unfamiliar figure arrived silently.
Shrouded in white mist, they had silver hair and blue eyes.
A pair of gorgeous butterfly-like wings on their back fluttered faintly.
"Huh? Still not in time? I clearly came as fast as I could."
The newcomer's voice carried a hint of sighing, as if chatting with someone in a monologue.
"Eh? You say it's because I'm too leisurely? Well, let's set that aside for now. These are our very first guests, after all."
"They're also at fault here. Entering this [Nameless Forest] without any protective charms is super dangerous."
"As expected of Chaldea's Master, so bold. Blanca, don't you think so too?"
He looked down at the snow-white giant moth named Blanca in his arms and kept talking confidently.
The snow-white moth fluttered its wings, seemingly conversing with him.
"Eh, you ask if we can trust them? Of course we can! I'd trust them even if it cost me my life!"
"Because they're meddlers who'll risk everything to save the world!"
Just then,
footsteps sounded around them as figures rapidly approached from the distance.
"The fairies are coming. Luckily, they're a group of good fairies, so I'll leave them to you."
The butterfly-winged figure turned to leave. "I, Oberon, would love to join you, but let's save that for later."
"Oh, and one more reminder: never, ever say you're human!"
"Because in this world, human civilization no longer exists..."
The mysterious figure slowly departed.
Like a midsummer night's dream, they vanished without a trace, not even causing a ripple in the white mist.
Leaving the spectators utterly bewildered—
[Dammit, another riddler! Feels a lot like that bastard Merlin!]
[Umu, in Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream," the Fairy King is Oberon!]
[Right! In European folklore, the Fairy King, also called the King of the Fairies, is named Oberon!]
[Holy crap, the British Lostbelt is called "Fairy Round Table Domain." Is Oberon the Fairy King who was overthrown by Morgan?]
[If that's true, Oberon could be an ally, but I just hope he's not as trashy as Merlin!]
...
After speculating about his identity, the spectators collectively felt speechless.
Great, following Merlin, we've got another riddler!
The most absurd part is that this Oberon who just appeared seems to talk exactly like Merlin.
The onlookers couldn't help but suspect if this was Merlin 2.0.
If it really turned out to be like that "Merlin-conscience" fellow, then the so-called assistance to Chaldea would be—
A lie!
They'd be lucky if he didn't become a burden!
Amidst these fervent discussions.
The scene shifted.
Nameless was brought to a village by fairies. When he opened his eyes again,
a golden-haired, green-eyed girl was looking at him with concern: "Thank goodness, you're finally awake!"
"You don't seem injured. If you feel unwell anywhere, please don't hesitate to tell me!"
This girl's appearance was strikingly identical to Artoria in her youth!
The adorable girl showed a faint blush of shyness: "Though I'm just a half-baked magus, I can still be of some help."
"You are...?"
Nameless spoke, his eyes filled with confusion.
Clearly, even he had lost his memories in that terrifying white mist that even Heroic Spirits couldn't resist.
Nameless frowned at her, instinctively blurting out in recognition: "Mash???"
"Eh, so my name is Mash? What a lovely name! That's great, I was just worrying about not having a name."
The girl beamed, "Since you know my name, does that mean you're my companion?"
"It seems we collapsed in the [Nameless Forest]."
She briefly explained.
The so-called [Nameless Forest] would make anyone who entered completely forget their past.
They'd even forget their own name!
However.
Upon hearing this, the confusion in Nameless's eyes instantly vanished: "Nameless... I see!"
Originally affected by the white mist and having forgotten his past, this keyword triggered him to remember everything!
The onlookers immediately flooded the chat with comments like "Password correct" and "Now you're speaking my language when it comes to 'Nameless'."
Nameless had just forgotten his name and past, becoming truly nameless, yet was reminded by the keyword [Nameless] that he was indeed Nameless!
At this moment.
Tristan, who remained by Nameless's side, asked: "Then what's my name?"
Clearly, he had also completely forgotten his past, not even knowing his own name.
Nameless put on a serious expression, thought carefully and said: "Your name should be 'Yi Jian Mei' (One Cut Plum)."
"Yi Jian Mei... What a strange name, why don't I remember it?" Tristan frowned.
"Yes, that's your name. You're a wandering performer, often singing 'Snowflakes flutter, north winds wail'."
Nameless answered with complete seriousness, "A song that breaks the heart, where in this world can one find a true friend... Does that ring a bell?"
"Hmm, it does sound familiar. So I really am named Yi Jian Mei!" Tristan immediately broke into a smile.
Their conversation had the onlookers laughing until their stomachs hurt.
This was clearly Nameless deliberately messing with him.
Telling bad jokes with a straight face.
The girl who resembled Artoria slightly started, her expression turning deeply suspicious.
But in the next second, it returned to normal as if it had just been an illusion.
Then,
she asked with complete innocence and curiosity: "Then, what's your name?"
"Nameless."
"Eh, haven't you remembered your name yet? Could it be Lysander?"
"No, I'm saying I am Nameless."
Nameless looked very seriously into her emerald green eyes.
Unfortunately, the girl showed not the slightest reaction.
Instead, she grew even more puzzled: "Who would call themselves Nameless? But never mind, let me introduce you to the other fairies first."
"I am merely a passing knight named Nameless."
Nameless shook his head, a trace of disappointment flickering in his eyes.
It was clear the girl before him had no idea who he was.
She was a genuine fairy maiden.
Moreover,
she was unmistakably holding the "Staff of Selection" that symbolized the prophesied King of Britain.
This confirmed she was the Lostbelt fairy Artoria!
The scene shifted.
The audience saw that the so-called villagers were actually a group of fantastical creatures commonly seen in fantasy stories - beastfolk, dwarves, and other intelligent beings.
These creatures were all called fairies, yet not a single human could be seen among them.
What felt more familiar was how,
upon seeing Nameless and Tristan, the fairies immediately began celebrating, rejoicing over the arrival of new members.
The revelry commenced.
Thus began an atmosphere straight out of a fantasy fairy tale.
After the festivities, the fairies collectively prayed to the sky, seeking atonement.
These were exiled fairies who could never return to the Inner Sea of Stars.
Fairy Artoria sat beside Nameless, gazing at the young man before her when she suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Though they had clearly never met before, it felt as if there existed some indelible bond between them.
This subconscious desire to get close was why she had deliberately pretended to have amnesia, using it as a pretext to approach him.
Nameless suddenly spoke softly: "You haven't actually forgotten the past, have you."
"..."
The fairy maiden fell silent.
Discovered!
She wasn't Mash at all.
But rather a fairy from the Inner Sea of Stars!
So just who was this young man?
Her [Fairy Eye], capable of seeing through all lies, told her he wasn't deceiving her.
He truly was called [Nameless]!
"You come from the Inner Sea of Stars, known as the 'Child of Prophecy' - you are indeed Fairy Artoria."
Nameless continued: "You were sent here to save this world, to grow up like a human being."
"The villagers who adopted you had long discovered you were the Child of Prophecy, yet they were determined to sell you off, which is why they treated you with such malice."
"So, you ran away and came here, claiming to have lost your memories due to the white mist."
This series of statements instantly made the girl even more vigilant.
These were her very secrets!
The previous Child of Prophecy had abandoned the mission to save the world, which was why she had been dispatched here.
She hailed from the Inner Sea of the Planet and was instinctively despised and antagonized by the fairies of Britain.
After being discovered by the fairies as an infant, she suffered brutal abuse.
Those creatures wanted to sell her to the Queen, to be kept like livestock.
From childhood, she lived a life of surveillance, a living hell.
She had even lost two toes to frostbite from the extreme cold of her dwelling!
So, at sixteen, she fled and began her journey as the Child of Prophecy.
The fairy girl warily asked, "So, who exactly are you?"
"Someone who, like you, wants to save the world," Nameless replied with a smile.
At these words, her [Fairy Eyes] reacted—
[Truth!]
The fairy girl continued, "How do you plan to save the world?"
"I will spare no effort, including my life, to defeat the King of the Lostbelt," he answered.
Again—
[Truth!]
The fairy girl frowned slightly, "So, you want to cooperate with me?"
"Yes, I need your help. I would never harm you; I would even protect you at all costs."
Nameless looked into her eyes and replied, "Fairy from the Inner Sea of the Planet, Artoria Caster, will you join me?"
Once more—
[Truth!]
The fairy girl pressed on, "Do you... really like me that much?"
His answer made her increasingly curious.
What reason could drive him to willingly sacrifice his life to save her?
"I simply see you as an important companion," he replied.
A faint blush spread across the girl's cheeks as she turned away, "Fine, I'll cooperate with you."
His response this time was—
[Lie!]
A tsundere beauty who said one thing but meant another.
The onlookers were thoroughly amused—
[It's all the choice of Steins Gate! Nameless and the fairy King Arthur have met!]
[Speaking of which, didn't Merlin run away? How are there still a Staff of Selection and a Child of Prophecy in Britain?]
[Whoa, could it be that fairy king Oberon from earlier, disguised as Merlin?]
[Off with the prophet! Oberon is probably the Lostbelt's Merlin. Nameless is in trouble now!]
[It feels just like watching a fairy tale, with no sense of crisis at all. Weren't we promised the most terrifying Lostbelt?]
...
Outside the video.
Real Britain.
Agravain, who had stayed behind, frowned slightly, "No human civilization? Have we all turned into fairies?"
"Who knows? I'm definitely human," Tristan replied with immense pride.
Better others die than me—this time, he had become Nameless' ally.
No matter what, he couldn't be cast as the villain now!
There was nothing left to fear!
Bedivere was equally astonished, "It is rather strange. There's no trace of humans at all; it's like watching a fairy tale."
Even the King Arthur he admired had become a fairy.
Completely different from the Artoria of Pan-Human History—not Uther's child, and without the blood of the Red Dragon.
I can only say, as expected of a Lostbelt—it has completely diverged onto another path.
Bedivere is quite curious about how the Knights of the Round Table would perform in this Lostbelt.
As for Morgan, she has clearly become the Lostbelt King.
I wonder how King Arthur's sister will rule over Britain.
"Hehe, watch me display my great prowess in this Lostbelt!" Tristan grows increasingly smug.
This time, he is absolutely certain to make a name for himself across the world and be worshipped by countless people.
Agravain reminds him with utter disdain: "Your arrogance will inevitably lead to major problems."
As the most fervent devotee of the king, he only wishes to create a perfect Britain.
The problem is,
the current Knights of the Round Table are growing increasingly unreliable, one after another.
The atmosphere from top to bottom has become utterly distorted!
"Hmph, you're just jealous of me. I love seeing you so envious yet completely unable to match me!" Tristan says with a hint of mockery.
...
At that moment,
Tristan, who was drinking and eating meat in the distance, says with a sorrowful expression: "The sorrow has yet to fade... Snowflakes drift, the north wind howls, why can't I see a single human?"
"Hmm, do you know where the humans are? We're looking for them too." The fairies instantly become wary.
Tristan replies matter-of-factly: "Well, my companion is human."
The next second,
the fairies, originally skilled in singing and dancing, instantly transform into fierce, battle-hardened jackals.
With blood-red eyes, the fairies pounce toward Nameless—
"Capture him! That guy is a genuine human!"
The most terrifying part is,
in their struggle to seize Nameless, the fairies begin frantically killing each other!
In the blink of an eye, this fairy village transforms from a fairy tale into a blood-soaked battlefield!