A sudden turn of events!
Morgan, who was Beryl's Servant, brazenly rebelled and attacked her own Master!
"Your Majesty, I am—"
Beryl hurriedly begged for mercy.
But under the overwhelming magical suppression, he couldn't even manage to plead.
All the fairies trembled in fear as they watched the Queen.
It was clear—
These words were not just directed at Beryl, but a command to all the fairies!
"As long as you do not ring the Pilgrimage Bells, I will never truly become your enemy."
Queen Morgan rose from her throne, a faint smile on her lips. "But once you decide to ring the Pilgrimage Bells, you will face my thunderous strike!"
"Last hope of humanity, let me witness your efforts."
Though it was a declaration of war, she still adhered to the courtesy of not harming messengers.
To protect Nameless, she even suppressed her own Master without hesitation.
Once again, Queen Morgan demonstrated the true bearing of a monarch.
"Very well, thank you, Your Majesty. I will surely defeat you and grant you true liberation!" Nameless clasped his hands in salute.
"Then, depart. The next time we meet, we shall be enemies."
Queen Morgan waved her hand.
A surge of magical energy enveloped Nameless, whisking him away almost instantaneously from the throne room.
Away from the Holy City of Camelot!
The onlookers grew even more excited—
[The Queen is too cool! How dare Beryl order the Queen around!]
[So satisfying! Beryl deserves to be beaten like this! It'd be best if he gets utterly crushed a hundred times over!]
[Beryl, you don't actually think being the captain qualifies you to command Queen Morgan, do you?]
[Brothers, what if we instantly switch sides? The Queen is absolutely amazing!]
[Damn it, how dare you betray humanity—please take me with you!]
In the Fuyuki Hotel.
Mordred watched the scene in the video, her expression turning slightly complicated. "So, this is what Mother would be like if she were crowned king?"
In the Pan-Human History she was familiar with.
Artoria was destined to be king from birth.
Morgan le Fay, despite her immense talent, was cast aside without hesitation by King Uther and Merlin.
This was the pain Morgan could never accept.
Thus, she raised children like Gawain, Agravain, and Mordred, all with the goal of overthrowing Artoria's reign.
But destiny favored King Arthur.
One by one, the children she sent were captivated by King Arthur's charisma, becoming her most fervent supporters.
Even Agravain, who seemed the most suited for espionage, cared little about who sat on the throne.
He simply believed Artoria was fit to rule and devoted himself entirely to assisting her.
Only Mordred rose in rebellion, becoming the traitorous knight who led ancient Britain to its ruin.
In Pan-Human History, Morgan was a twisted, vengeful witch, feared and despised to the extreme.
But in the British Lostbelt.
History took a different turn. Morgan was crowned king, displaying a regal demeanor entirely distinct from King Arthur.
This made Mordred suddenly realize that perhaps Mother Morgan was more suited to be king than Artoria!
"She really is different from the Morgan I know." Gawain also stared blankly at the figure on the screen.
The Morgan he knew had initially been quite normal, a perfect princess beloved by all.
But after Artoria's birth, everything changed.
She spiraled down a path of irreversible distortion.
Perhaps the Morgan of the Lostbelt was the true self of the mother he once knew.
Gawain let out a soft sigh, feeling the unpredictability of fate.
The mortal world is always filled with countless choices.
Every choice leads the outcome down a different path.
Had King Uther and Merlin chosen Morgan back then, perhaps so many future disasters could have been avoided?
Mordred gazed with amusement at the subdued Beryl, mocking, "A mere magus, thinking you're Nameless? How dare you even consider manipulating Mother Morgan!"
This guy has absolutely no self-awareness.
Just a despicable, cunning, backstabbing villain, yet he insists on throwing his weight around like a dog relying on its master's power.
Now he's made a complete fool of himself in front of the entire world.
But if it were Nameless instead, what would Morgan be like?
Mordred fell into deep thought.
Her Mother Morgan seemed fanatically determined to take Nameless for herself too.
If Morgan were to descend as the King of the Lostbelt, combined with Father King who is the divine Lion King...
Then she wouldn't even have the slightest qualification to rebel and compete for Nameless!
Damn it, why am I so weak!
Artoria had been quietly watching the familiar figure in the video.
This was her sister, the person she most admired during her childhood.
Even more than King Uther and Merlin.
From her earliest memories, the other had always displayed perfect grace.
Until one day, they completely turned against each other, and she never saw that doting smile again.
"If you wanted the throne, you could have just told me directly..."
Artoria sighed softly.
The throne, just as Nameless said, was nothing but an extremely heavy burden.
She pulled the sword from the stone purely because she wanted to bear this sin and responsibility herself.
If her elder sister was more suited to be king than her, she would have handed over the throne without hesitation.
Rather than ending up with sisters turning against each other, leading to Britain's tragic collapse!
...
The video continued.
Nameless's figure flickered as he was teleported outside the Holy City of Camelot.
A group of people quickly gathered around him.
Mash asked anxiously, "Senpai, how did it go?"
He had gone deep into Camelot alone - it was truly -
"The wind blows cold over the Yi River; the warrior goes forth, never to return."
That was the enemy's stronghold after all.
Home to tens of thousands of powerful fairies, plus the even more mysterious and terrifying Queen Morgan.
"Sorry, the negotiations failed. We'll have to fight now." Nameless sighed lightly.
He had hoped to try negotiating, but it yielded no results.
There was no choice but to fight to the death.
Only the victor could secure the future.
"What is Queen Morgan really like?"
Gareth asked full of curiosity.
She had met Nameless on the road and joined them without hesitation.
Artoria was equally tense: "Is she over ten meters tall? Does she eat fairies in one bite?"
"...Nothing that strange. She looks quite similar to you, but far more regal than you."
Nameless said with some helplessness, "Actually, Morgan is someone who keeps her promises quite well. She never laid a hand on me from start to finish."
"I'm not cut out to be a king anyway!"
Artoria Caster quickly retorted.
She was just a poor, weak, and hungry Fairy of Paradise - completely unsuited to be a ruler.
Just then.
A carriage came speeding from the distance and stopped beside the group.
Oberon greeted warmly, "Hi, what a fateful encounter! Would you like to leave in my carriage?"
"Hmph, you ran away earlier, didn't you?" Nameless bluntly called him out.
"Not at all! I was just upgrading the carriage to better assist you all."
Oberon replied without a hint of blush.
In truth, he had indeed fled, too afraid to face Morgan.
If they were to meet, he would be in grave danger.
Inside the carriage.
After hearing Nameless recount the events in the palace.
Oberon speculated, "Morgan's goal is likely to trigger the Great Calamity. That way, the high-ranking fairies of Camelot would remain unharmed, while all other fairies would perish."
"So, to save Pan-Human History and the entire planet, we must defeat Morgan." Da Vinci frowned deeply.
The Lostbelt King's power was utterly despair-inducing.
The Holy Lance that descended upon the Fifth Lostbelt was a truly transcendent level of attack.
And Morgan was capable of unleashing twelve such attacks simultaneously—enough to annihilate Chaldea in an instant!
Amid these thoughts, the carriage continued on its way.
When passing by a farmland, everyone was shocked to discover.
That the fields were not growing crops, but chocolate!
Yes, a chocolate paradise spanning several kilometers in length and width—it was like stepping into a fairy tale!
"Oh my god, it's chocolate!"
Artoria Caster's eyes instantly lit up, and without hesitation, she leaped off the carriage.
She landed in the field and began devouring the chocolate in large mouthfuls.
"Mmm, it's so delicious! I've never indulged so luxuriously in my entire life!"
Tears streamed down Artoria Caster's face.
She had been plagued by poverty for so long!
Since childhood, she had endured hunger, whippings, and imprisonment, leaving her with no joy or indulgence.
Such high-end desserts were beyond her wildest dreams.
Da Vinci quickly followed suit, jumping down as well: "Good heavens, there's so much chocolate!"
Sweets were a temptation rivaling that of demons.
Under the allure of this chocolate ocean, even the so-called Universal Genius couldn't maintain her composure.
"This is fairy farmland! You'll cause trouble like this!" Nameless facepalmed in exasperation.
Artoria Caster trotted over, holding out a piece of chocolate to feed him: "It's really, really super delicious!"
"Mmm, as expected of a fairy creation, it is quite tasty." Nameless gently licked her slender fingers.
Mash also approached: "Senpai, this is too delicious. After we finish this Lostbelt and return, could you make some like this?"
"Only if we can actually return!" Nameless replied, his headache worsening.
Monstrous Mors began emerging from the fields.
Yet, everyone remained engrossed in enjoying the chocolate, showing no intention to fight.
Nameless had no choice but to team up with his alternate self, Senji Muramasa, to take down the monsters.
But in the blink of an eye.
A fairy army surrounded them from all directions.
Leading them was Knocknarea!
She bore an identical appearance to Queen Medb from Celtic mythology but was a completely different individual.
"You thieves! In the name of Queen Knocknarea, I declare you guilty of insulting the queen! Guilty of gluttony without payment!"
Knocknarea raged, "You shall serve as slaves for a thousand years, busy packaging chocolate every day!"
This was her territory, and she would not allow outsiders to defile it.
Facing the Queen's judgment.
Nameless quickly said, "Your Majesty, we're willing to pay!"
"Hmph, I don't care about your petty money, unless—"
Noknaria stepped forward, lifting Nameless' chin with her finger: "Unless you come with me!"
She was the one chosen by the Clan of Kings to replace Morgan as the future King of Britain.
Naturally, she spoke her desires directly without hesitation.
"Ha, I disagree! He's mine!" Artoria Caster hurriedly retorted.
Just for some chocolate, she'd have to sell Nameless? Only a fool would agree.
Noknaria laughed, "Are you planning to marry him then?"
"Ahem, he said he would become my knight and help me save Britain." Artoria Caster's face flushed bright red.
This person, asking such a question right to her face, was just too embarrassing.
Even if she had feelings for him, marriage should wait a bit longer, right?
"Then there's no problem. Let's compete to see who the true savior is!"
Noknaria wrapped her pale arms around Nameless, full of smiles, "Human, you'd be willing, right?"
"Sorry, I refuse," Nameless replied.
"Oh, are you sure? She has less money, less power, and fewer troops than I do. Wouldn't cooperating with me be better?"
Noknaria traced her finger along his cheek, speaking very intimately, "Choose me, and perhaps I'll fall in love with you~"
An invitation from the Fairy Queen.
If Nameless just nodded, the entire Clan of Kings would spare no effort to assist him!
Artoria Caster instantly panicked: "Hey, how can you just snatch someone away like that?"
Compared to her opponent, she truly had nothing.
Though she was the legendary Child of Prophecy, she was so poor she could barely afford food.
Even her only follower knight, Nameless, was only pretending to be her Master to conceal his human identity.
If he were taken away, she might as well forget about saving Britain and just return home to plant potatoes!
"Sorry, I've already promised to become her knight."
Nameless gently pushed her away.
He walked over to Artoria Caster's side, taking the girl's small hand as he said: "Don't worry. As long as you don't abandon me, I could never betray you."
"Eh... I... I can't give you anything."
Artoria Caster's face flushed as red as a ripe apple, lowering her head and not daring to look directly at the other person.
"I don't care about wealth, status, or power," Nameless said with a laugh.
"Um, well... I, I'll work hard, I definitely won't let you down!"
Artoria had practically turned into a steam machine, sinking into her most embarrassed state.
The onlookers were equally excited—
[Ahhh, the queen's offer to be a kept man, and you just rejected it like that, Nameless!]
[Pick me! The doctor told me I have stomach problems and can only eat soft rice!]
[Tsk, isn't Nameless's words basically a confession right to her face?]
[Knocknarea is really dreaming! If you want to steal Nameless, you'd have to get in line behind hundreds of other heroic spirits!]
[Back in the Holy Grail War, Artoria never thought about betraying Nameless, and now Nameless would never betray her either. It's really the cycle of history!]
In the living room.
Roya curled her lips: "Tch, Nameless is flirting with girls again. Isn't he afraid of being chopped into five equal pieces by the heroic spirits?"
Knocknarea, the fairy king chosen by the Clan of Kings, was second only to Queen Morgan in the entire Lostbelt.
She commanded a massive army of hundreds of thousands of elite fairies.
The agreement between Queen Morgan and the Clan of Kings destined her to become the fairy king in the future.
If Nameless had just nodded, he could have instantly become the queen's consort and gained an elite army.
But he refused without hesitation.
He even used this refusal to once again declare his loyalty to Artoria Caster.
Completely winning over the King Arthur of this Lostbelt.
"This isn't flirting, it's to break through the Lostbelt!" Souma explained seriously.
Originally, it was just to reassure Artoria Caster so she would join him in breaking through the British Lostbelt.
But then the wicked [Alaya] exposed it, making it look like he was flirting with girls!
How could he, a noble hero protecting human history, be that kind of person?
"Heh, how could it not be? That guy has flirted with who knows how many people. Sooner or later, he'll get himself killed!"
Roya was particularly gleeful about this.
As a proper onlooker, she only complained when the drama wasn't big or exciting enough.
It would be best if all the heroic spirits in the world joined together to divide up Nameless.
Putting on a show of Nameless being divided into N equal parts!
Oh right, and there's also the most important one—Demon King Goetia.
That one has completely transformed into planetary consciousness, and once free, would definitely come after Nameless.
That would be when the real crisis begins.
What if Demon King Goetia also wanted to seize Nameless?
Declaring that as long as Nameless was handed over, he would be willing to coexist with humanity.
Would the hundreds of heroic spirits around the world be willing, or would they choose to fight?
Roya was really looking forward to that.
I'm so curious!
Roya looked at the queen in the video with pity: "When it comes to power and wealth, can you compare to the King of Heroes and Qin Shi Huang?"
When talking about wealth, one can't avoid mentioning the King of Heroes and Qin Shi Huang.
These two are the wealthiest heroic spirits in the entire Age of Heroes.
If even these two couldn't make Nameless lie back and take it easy, how could a mere fairy queen possibly manage it?
Roya was very curious about this: "So, between the King of Heroes and Qin Shi Huang, who is actually richer?"
"Of course it's the King of Heroes. The Gate of Babylon contains the originals of all treasures from past to present!" Gilgamesh answered instantly.
When it came to wealth rankings, he wouldn't hold back in the slightest, unapologetically claiming the top spot.
He could literally bury people with his money.
Now that's what you call a real superpower!
If his bastard best friend were to kneel and beg him, he could outright buy the entire Fuyuki City!
Qin Shi Huang remarked indifferently, "I believe it should be the First Emperor. What is Uruk compared to the Great Qin Empire that has endured for two thousand years?"
As the king of the Lostbelt who forged the eternal Great Qin, the treasures stored in his Epang Palace were beyond calculation.
He had even moved the Lishan Hero Vault into the main body of the Epang Palace.
How could the mere [Gate of Babylon] that stole from the world possibly compare to his personal Throne of Heroes?
The two were locked in a stalemate, neither willing to yield an inch.
Souma was momentarily stunned.
They were just peacefully watching videos—how did these two suddenly end up in a standoff?
Was this the troublemaker's scheme?
Roya glanced at the two, fanning the flames with a smile. "Why don't you two fight it out? Whoever wins gets to claim their idol as the most powerful and wealthy!"
Whether reading novels or playing games, there were always debates over power levels.
When it came to cross-series power comparisons, the best solution was naturally to have the authors duke it out.
But the King of Heroes and Qin Shi Huang were too powerful—if they really fought, it could easily escalate into a major conflict.
Instead, Mr. Gilgamesh and Mr. Qin could represent the two emperors as fans and settle it with a fight.
Fight! Fight!
Whack
Souma smacked the troublemaker on the head. "Behave! Stop causing trouble!"
This troublemaker truly lived up to her title as the world-ending brat—all she wanted was chaos.
"Hmph, how could someone as adorable as me have any ill intentions?" Roya rubbed the top of her head, puffing her cheeks in annoyance.
Of course, she had no ill intentions.
She just wanted to be an amused spectator and watch the fireworks.
...
In the Lostbelt.
Knockarea snorted coldly. "Hah, refusing my invitation? I'm starting to doubt if you're even a man!"
Back in the century-held beauty pageant, she had taken first place.
She was hailed as the most beautiful fairy in the entire Lostbelt, on par with Queen Morgan.
"So, will you cooperate with us?" Nameless extended an invitation.
"Tch, you reject my invitation but still want to work with me? You really are a strange one."
Knockarea grew increasingly curious as she studied him.
Initially, she had merely wanted to undermine the Child of Prophecy.
But now, for the first time, she felt intrigued by this human.
Knockarea curled her lips slightly. "The throne of Britain belongs to me. So, I will permit you to ring the Pilgrim Bells."
"Once you finish ringing the Pilgrim Bells, I will lead my army to capture the Holy City of Camelot and defeat Queen Morgan!"
"Then, I will drive out every last human without exception!"
As the most orthodox of fairies, she had always despised the idea of humans and fairies coexisting.
Britain belonged to the fairies—it was never meant for humans!
"I am human too," Nameless replied calmly.
"Don't worry, I'm broad-minded enough to allow you to live in a designated area."
Knockarea gestured to her ample chest. "Good luck—try to stay alive until we meet again~"
After declaring her claim to the throne, the fairy led her troops away.
Once she had departed,
Nameless and the others began their journey.
As the prophecy foretold—
[Upon the throne sits the true king. Accept this blood-stained crown!]
"Ring forth, like thunder, like blazing fire, ring the six bells to pave the true king's path!"
Six great clans, six pilgrimage bells.
After ringing the six pilgrimage bells, Artoria would transform into a new monarch to save all of Britain!
The audience found this strikingly familiar.
When Nameless first traveled to ancient Britain, he had assisted Artoria in pulling the sword from the stone, defeating numerous knights to be crowned king.
He had also journeyed across Britain with Artoria and Merlin, creating various historical myths and legends.
Now, within this Lostbelt,
Nameless once again joined Artoria to embark on the pilgrimage path toward the "throne."
The Lostbelt and Proper Human History represented entirely different developmental paths,
yet similar flowers bloomed within their historical progress!
After some discussion, Nameless and the others decided to first seek out the Round Table Rebellion.
Oberon, in the carriage, narrated that past history in a bard's melodic tone—
"The most glorious city, Londinium, was destroyed in the clan wars of the fairies."
"Tonelico, the savior who ended the fairy clan wars, chose a human knight to become the future new king."
"The fairies held a celebration, but during the coronation, an anomaly occurred, sparking war between humans and fairies."
"The human knight who should have been crowned king perished in this inexplicable racial war."
"The savior who rescued the fairies was executed by them under false charges of conspiring to overthrow the fairy race!"
This was perhaps the greatest joke.
Having saved the fairies, only to be killed by them.
Everything seemed like a conspiracy.
That pitiful savior fell under fabricated charges.
If there truly was a conspiracy to overthrow fairy rule, why end the fairies' war?
This made the onlookers increasingly understand why Queen Morgan harbored such hatred toward the fairies.
These creatures simply knew no gratitude!
During their rest,
Gareth, threatened by the monster Mors, was saved by a human.
He brought this person before Nameless and the others, fervently declaring: "Percival! The strongest human knight, leader of the Round Table Rebellion!"
This human knight, admired by Gareth, rode a horse that looked very familiar to the audience.
It was none other than that notorious steed from the third Lostbelt—
Red Hare!
This fellow, who initially claimed to be Lü Bu to deceive Nameless while accompanying Chen Gong, had now become Percival's steed in the British Lostbelt—a fairy horse.
"Do you like him?" Da Vinci inquired curiously.
Gareth's face flushed bright red as she hastily refuted, "No, no! This is Percival! The strongest knight who rides a fairy horse and can battle the Fairy Knights!"
"The strongest knight?"
Mash glanced at Nameless beside her.
And then at the fairy Lancelot, whom her senior had defeated.
How could that title belong to anyone else?
But Nameless had no intention of arguing about it.
In this British Lostbelt, Percival was indeed the strongest human knight.
He was merely a passerby, after all.
Percival said warmly, "Human Master and Child of Prophecy, I will assist you. After all, Lord Oberon has been funding us all along."
"What? Oberon is funding you?" Artoria Caster looked utterly shocked.
That habitual debtor who never repaid his loans—how could he possibly do such a thing?
But Percival addressing him as "Lord" seemed to prove he wasn't lying.
Percival grew increasingly embarrassed as he explained, "Lord Oberon went around borrowing money everywhere to support us, and his reputation suffered because of us."
"…"
The group fell into a collective daze.
This unreliable, deceitful fairy had been silently supporting the Round Table Rebellion.
It was nothing short of a miraculous fantasy!
Oberon said smugly, "See? How could I possibly deceive people recklessly?"
Everything was part of a grander scheme.
"Enough, let's hurry and discuss how to attack Norwich and ring the first Pilgrim Bell," Nameless said with an eye-roll.
With the time limit drawing closer, he only wanted to resolve this Lostbelt crisis as soon as possible.
Thus began the tense discussions.
Nameless, Senji Muramasa, and others joined forces with Percival's Round Table Rebellion to directly assault Norwich.
Capturing this city would allow them to ring the first Pilgrim Bell.
Before that, however, there was another ally.
Nameless, Percival, and the others descended into Norwich's sewers.
A lavishly dressed figure had been waiting there for some time.
This person was none other than Peperoncino!
"Welcome~ My dear Gudao-chan, I've been waiting for you for so long~"
Peperoncino greeted them with immense enthusiasm.
He had arrived in the Lostbelt earlier than Nameless.
Using knowledge from Proper Human History, he had been effortlessly dominating Norwich.
Establishing himself as the top designer, he secured a mansion and status there.
He now called himself a Count here.
After meeting Nameless earlier, he had unhesitatingly chosen to assist Chaldea.
His only condition was—
"As long as we can kill Beryl, I'm willing to sacrifice everything for it!"
His hatred for Beryl, who had betrayed their captain, was so intense that he would stop at nothing to see him dead!
The audience watched with deeply mixed emotions—
[Holy crap! Oberon, the "Kong Yiji of the Lostbelt," was secretly supporting the rebellion! What a plot twist! Douban score: 9.9!]
[If he's supporting the human rebellion, Oberon probably isn't Vortigern trying to destroy humanity, right?]
[Who the hell knows? This guy always seems so cryptic—what's his real identity?]
[Even Pepe is cooperating with Nameless to take down Beryl. That bastard really deserves to die!]
[Among the seven members of Team A, the one designated bastard—Beryl! This guy is definitely irredeemable, Nameless must kill him!]
...
In reality, Chaldea.
Mash let out a sigh of relief: "As expected, Pepe isn't truly hostile toward us."
Among the seven members of Team A.
The captain was too mysterious, and she didn't get along well with the others.
This Peperoncino was the easiest to talk to.
With a cheerful personality, he was quite popular in Chaldea.
Even toward her, an artificial human, he was exceptionally polite.
Of course, don't misunderstand—Mash's relationship with him wasn't that of opposite-sex friends, but more like—
Besties!
Yes, Pepe had a maiden's heart hidden within his male body.
This made him get along very well with both Mash and Da Vinci.
Da Vinci said with great interest: "Does Pepe like the captain?"
Given Captain Kirschtaria's charm, it would be quite normal to fall for him.
That Ophelia from the second Lostbelt was the captain's fanatic die-hard fan.
"Uh, that seems quite possible." Dr. Roman recalled what he had seen before.
Among the seven members of Team A.
Both Pepe and Ophelia were among those who admired the captain the most.
Kadoc had a somewhat peculiar personality and seemed quite insecure.
Yu Mei-ren always played the role of a quiet literary girl.
As for Beryl, he was purely an unfathomable guy with whom it was completely impossible to connect heart-to-heart.
Facts have proven.
This guy really is the only annoying villain character in Team A.
Mash was a little nervous: "Attacking a city—isn't that too risky?"
The fairies were numerous.
With Chaldea's limited forces, directly attacking would be as difficult as climbing to the sky.
"Don't worry, with the Round Table Rebellion's assistance, plus Gudao and the others' formidable combat strength, it shouldn't be a problem." Da Vinci chuckled lightly.
Given Nameless's cautious nature, he wouldn't fight a battle he wasn't confident in.
Since he decided to attack, he naturally made thorough preparations.
"Yes, I believe in Senpai!"
Mash nodded.
When it came to Senpai, she trusted him one hundred percent!
...
In the Lostbelt.
When Peperoncino saw Percival at the back of the team, he suddenly exclaimed: "Wow, there's actually such a handsome man!"
"Are you an enemy?"
Percival was startled and without hesitation drew his sword, pointing it at the other.
Then.
He was utterly bewildered to find Peperoncino with a faint blush on his face saying: "Huh? Enemy? Where is the enemy? How scary, please protect me!"
As he spoke, Peperoncino leaned closer, looking as if he wanted to stick to him.
"Hey hey, what exactly are you trying to do???"
Percival was stunned.
This guy... seems to be male, right? Why does he look like he's lusting after his body?