Amid the roar of Excalibur, a massive crater appeared on the ground.
Fairy Gawain lay in tattered clothes within the crater, staring blankly at the sky: "I lost?"
Despite carrying Her Majesty's command and protection, she had still been defeated by the opponent.
Defeated personally by a human she looked down upon the most.
This kind of failure was utterly intolerable to her.
"Actually, Queen Morgan doesn't care about fairies—she only cares about Britain as a nation," Nameless said softly.
"No! The Queen is our savior, the one who saved all fairies!"
Fairy Gawain refuted without hesitation.
This had always been her belief, something that couldn't possibly be shaken by his casual words.
Nameless looked at her with pity. "I won't kill you. You can see with your own eyes."
"...Very well, human. You will regret this!"
Fairy Gawain climbed out of the massive crater, her eyes brimming with undisguised, savage killing intent.
She followed the law of the jungle—survival of the fittest.
She regarded the strong preying on the weak as truth and asserted that dominating the fragile human race was only natural.
But now.
A mere human had the audacity to mock and belittle her so freely.
It nearly made Gawain lose all reason, driving her to rampage without restraint.
However, she had more important matters to attend to—she wanted to know:
Did Queen Morgan truly wish to save the fairies or not?
The onlookers were utterly astonished—
[It's over. If Queen Morgan doesn't care about fairies at all, that means Fairy Gawain is bound to betray the Queen!]
[Poor Sun Knight. Even after turning into a fairy girl, she can't escape Nameless's grasp.]
[Poor Gawain! I wonder if Fairy Gawain, with her faith shattered, will turn completely evil—I'm really looking forward to it!]
[You perverts, even the Sun Knight isn't spared—count me in!]
[The pitiful have their hateful sides! Her Majesty is too cold and ruthless—it's only natural for her to be abandoned by all.]
[The King does not understand the people's hearts... That phrase fits Morgan perfectly. If she had been a bit more lenient with the fairies, she wouldn't have suffered such betrayal!]
...
In the hotel.
Mordred burst into laughter upon seeing this. "Gawain, oh Gawain, even in a Lostbelt, you're still getting brutalized by Nameless!"
It was just too pitiful.
This was already the second time she had been defeated by Nameless in the Lostbelt, with no sign of being able to fight back at all.
In the previous battle, even her armor had been easily torn apart by Nameless.
The terrifying and fearsome Fairy Knight Gawain was about to become like those female knights in doujinshi.
She was almost forced into all sorts of indescribable poses, subjected to a public execution witnessed by the entire world!
If that really happened, Gawain would lose all face, and who knows how many doujinshi plots would be born from it.
"...Say that again. That's not me at all! And at the very least, I'm better than someone like you who can't even make an appearance!"
Gawain glared at her, grinding her teeth.
This brat really deserved a beating.
She definitely needed to find an excuse to teach her a proper lesson.
Others could talk trash online all they wanted, but you just had to mock her to her face.
Aren't you afraid of pushing me too far and making me stab you to death with my sword?
"Heh, she possesses the genuine Spirit Origin of the Sun Knight Gawain. She is the you of the Lostbelt!"
Mordred declared fearlessly.
The Spirit Origin was the most crucial aspect of a Servant, equivalent to the Servant's soul.
By fusing with a Spirit Origin, one could be considered the Servant themselves.
For example, after Mash fused with Galahad's Spirit Origin, Lancelot unhesitatingly regarded her as his own daughter.
It was for this very reason.
Mordred gently shook her head: "My dear brother Gawain, I never expected you to betray Father first, then betray Mother Morgan. You've truly brought this upon yourself!"
"...That wasn't me!"
Gawain grew increasingly speechless.
The Fairy Gawain from the Lostbelt had just appeared and wantonly mocked Artoria Caster for being short.
Then unceremoniously battled her, which in the eyes of observers from Proper Human History constituted genuine betrayal.
Now, having been defeated by Nameless and learning the truth that Morgan didn't care about fairies.
He would likely betray Morgan as well.
This counted as double betrayal, making him untrustworthy inside and out.
How could the Sun Knight, symbolizing justice, loyalty, and kindness, fall to such a state?
Damn it!
Everything was Nameless' fault!
Mordred sighed: "Mother Morgan has it so hard. She clearly wants to protect Britain, yet still suffers betrayal."
Not only had the six great clans of fairies risen in rebellion, but even her own Fairy Knights were about to turn against her.
And Morgan seemed to need to suppress some powerful entity, preventing her from fighting at full strength.
It made Mordred's heart ache just watching.
"I think you're the least suitable person to say that," Artoria said calmly, her eyes fixed on Mordred.
"..."
Mordred hadn't expected her father to speak up suddenly.
She wanted to retort, but opened her mouth only to find she truly couldn't refute it.
After all, she herself had also rebelled, personally destroying the Britain that Father valued most!
In this regard, even Fairy Gawain couldn't compare to her!
...
In the Lostbelt.
After Fairy Gawain departed.
Oberon showed a smile: "It's all over now. They can finally rest in peace."
When he first arrived in this world, it was the kind insect fairies who saved him.
And respected him as the Fairy Prince.
But now.
All the insect fairies had been completely consumed by the flames.
Only mutilated corpses remained on the ground, presenting a particularly gruesome sight.
"Oberon, you..."
Da Vinci hesitated slightly but didn't say anything more, allowing him to bid farewell to the insect fairies alone.
She gazed at the corpses and said, "Perhaps we should bury all the insect fairies."
"No, these fairies' spiritual foundations won't collapse even after death. Their bodies will remain eternally preserved without decay." Nameless shook his head.
This meant the fairy corpses would accumulate across the land, growing more numerous over time.
Artoria Caster pointed toward the distant forest and sighed, "See that forest? They're all fairies who have lost their lives!"
"In other words, this Britain is a world built upon piles of fairy corpses!"
An utterly terrifying truth was spoken so lightly by the young girl.
The fairies came in various forms, existing as both plant-like and animal-like entities.
After death, they remained eternally on the land in their diverse forms, thus constructing this massive Britain Lostbelt.
This sent chills down the audience's spines.
Arriving in this Lostbelt felt like stepping upon countless fairy remains, hearing the agonized wails of innumerable fairies.
The horror was beyond imagination.
What appeared to be a beautiful, fairy-tale-like kingdom of fairies was actually built like hell from accumulated corpses!
At that moment.
Nameless's eyebrows twitched slightly: "Huh, another collaborator from Proper Human History has arrived."
Under his gaze.
A summoning circle suddenly lit up on the distant ground, and an all-too-familiar figure descended.
It was none other than Mordred!
"Whoa, what's happening? I actually ended up in the Fairy Lostbelt?"
Mordred spotted the Child of Prophecy and came jogging over, "Father, were you the one who summoned me?"
"Hey now, I'm just a sixteen-year-old girl, not your father!" Artoria Caster's face flushed red.
This was too embarrassing.
Being called "Father" by a girl who looked more mature than her was something this pure virgin couldn't quite handle.
She hadn't even fallen in love or gotten married yet, but her "child" was already older than her!
"Eh? A sixteen-year-old Father???"
Mordred's eyes instantly sparkled.
This meant Father was less mature than her, and she could tease Father to her heart's content!
Mordred calmly walked over to Nameless, hugging his arm as she said, "Come, Father, let me introduce you. This is the man I've chosen. I'd like you to officiate our wedding."
"..."
A vein throbbed on Nameless's forehead.
This troublesome child truly knew no boundaries.
She deliberately had to provoke in front of the Artoria, completely unafraid of being stabbed by her spear again.
Are you here to help or to be a hindrance?
Artoria Caster pressed her lips together: "Stop joking around. There's no way I'd officiate for you!"
This person was indeed the rebellious knight from her memories.
Always determined to take everything from Artoria.
Having a child like you must be the worst luck spanning eighteen lifetimes!
"Hmph, then we'll have to settle this through our own abilities."
Mordred said with great satisfaction.
After all, the current Father was just a sixteen-year-old girl, completely no match for her.
Then.
She looked at the group in the party, her gaze stopping at the petite loli: "Huh, who are you? Your spiritual foundation feels somewhat familiar."
"Hello, I'm the Fairy Knight Lancelot." The little loli greeted with a smile.
"Lancelot???"
Mordred was instantly shocked, "How did you end up like this?"
What the hell, that guy was a veritable handsome man, how did he turn into that little loli?
Fairy Lancelot replied: "I was originally a fairy, but fused with the Pan-Human History Lancelot's Spirit Origin."
"I see. Hahaha, you're so adorable! I absolutely have to mock him properly when I meet Lancelot!"
Mordred's laughter grew increasingly exaggerated.
The familiar Knight of the Lake had become like this, and Father was also a pure-hearted sixteen-year-old girl.
This Lostbelt journey was already totally worth it!
Mordred said very naturally: "Um, can I hug you?"
"Eh?"
Under her burning gaze, Fairy Lancelot retreated without hesitation.
Hiding behind Nameless.
Her small hand tugged at Nameless's clothes, looking at her with full vigilance.
But in Mordred's eyes, this posture was like a wary little kitten, even more adorable.
Making the Rebel Knight understand more and more why Nameless had doted on her so much when she was little.
So moe!
Oh right, need to give a warning.
Mordred said with a stern face: "You must not lay hands on Nameless! This is a war between me and Father!"
"Lay hands? Already did." Fairy Lancelot said very naturally.
Mordred widened her eyes: "Huh? You already did it?"
"Yes, he was very gentle with me, made me feel very comfortable, I want to follow him from now on." Fairy Lancelot replied matter-of-factly.
This answer instantly shocked everyone present.
Mordred's body trembled slightly as she pointed at Nameless, "You actually didn't even let such a young Lancelot go!"
"...What are you thinking? How could I lay hands on her?!"
Nameless knocked hard on her head.
The onlookers all burst out laughing—
[Hahaha, Little Mo's jealousy is showing, she's getting jealous of Lancelot now!]
[Feel a bit sorry for Mash, but I want to ship Nameless*Fairy Lancelot!]
[Don't say sorry, wouldn't it be great to have Mash and Fairy Lancelot together?]
[Fairy Lancelot and Mash, Artoria and Mordred... Nameless is really sinful!]
[Dammit, this small Lostbelt actually gathered two love rival showdowns! Nameless will definitely be divided into N parts sooner or later!]
...
Academy City.
Tamamo-no-Mae gritted her teeth staring at the screen: "Bastard, that Nameless guy is definitely a fox spirit, how is he better at charming people than me?"
She was the nine-tailed fox spirit, supposedly the best at charming people in the world, yet she couldn't charm him at all.
On the contrary.
He was just a mere human, yet across various timelines, singularities, and Lostbelts, he had charmed who knows how many people.
Not just females, even males were numerous.
No.
He didn't even let non-humans go!
Now it's gotten to the point where even fairies are being charmed, willingly offering everything to him.
Too terrifying.
Just who is the real fox spirit here?
"You still don't understand human hearts." Merlin shook his head lightly with a sigh.
Tamamo-no-Mae glanced sideways at him: "Hah, I'm a nine-tailed fox, how could I not understand human hearts?"
"Human hearts are complex, they're not simply tempted by beauty alone."
Merlin's gaze grew increasingly pitying, "The stronger the person, the less they care about appearance - they need heart-to-heart connection."
As a child of nightmares, having devoured countless human dreams, he could naturally understand this clearly.
The fox beside him relied purely on astonishing charm to bewitch others.
But this had little effect on powerful heroic spirits.
As for Nameless, he purely connected heart-to-heart, saving and protecting those people, thus naturally gaining recognition.
Even Merlin had to admit that she, a child of nightmares, didn't understand human hearts as well as him.
In truth, she merely fed on human dreams—nothing but a monster wearing human skin.
Naturally, she couldn't empathize with others by putting herself in their shoes.
Being called "Merlin the Heartless" by the world was truly fitting!
Would you try to understand ants?
Tamamo-no-Mae snorted coldly: "I'd like to see if Nameless can still laugh after being divided into N equal parts!"
With each exposed video, she was growing increasingly less confident about snatching Nameless away to be her mountain stronghold husband.
Those rivals were getting more and more perverted one after another.
There wasn't just one "Evil of Humanity" either.
"Hehe, just wait. When Demon God King Goetia breaks free from his seal, that's when the real crisis will arrive." Merlin smiled with particular delight.
Goetia, who had become planetary consciousness, was the ultimate final boss.
When that time came, nobody knew what would happen.
But one thing was certain—a truly unprecedented grand spectacle would unfold then!
...
The scene shifts.
Once again, it switches to Mash's perspective.
The Lostbelt from over 2,400 years ago.
In a campsite.
Mash candidly explained everything that would happen in the future without holding anything back.
She even directly revealed her and her senior's purpose for coming to Britain.
Totorrot looked at her in surprise: "So you really are invaders!"
The purpose of these humans' arrival was to destroy the Lostbelt.
As a native of the Lostbelt, she naturally felt hostile toward them.
"No need for vigilance. Both Proper Human History and the Fairy Lostbelt just want to survive—neither side is wrong."
Tonelico gazed at the little shield maiden with complex emotions. "Since Morgan has appeared, it means my failure has been confirmed."
She had ended the fairy clan wars, only to be brutally betrayed by the very fairies she saved.
Such was the fate of a savior!
Mash hesitated for a moment before asking, "Then... don't you want to change the future?"
The historical course of the Lostbelt wouldn't affect Proper Human History, meaning it wouldn't threaten her senpai.
Still, she wasn't sure if she would ever see her senpai again.
They had finally reunited after losing memories, so how did things end up like this?
"No, no. The Queen's Calendar won't change. This isn't so much about protecting us as it is about protecting you."
Tonelico explained with a gentle smile, "Crossing timelines would trigger a series of changes. The greater the changes, the more they would affect you, eventually causing you to lose your memories!"
"I don't want to lose my memories!"
The words escaped Mash's lips instantly.
Losing her memories, forgetting her senpai, forgetting everyone from Chaldea—that was more unbearable than death itself.
Mash looked at the other girl with concern. "But you'll die..."
"This is my destined fate. The fairies have been fighting for far too long. The Spring War, the Summer War, the Autumn War..."
Tonelico gazed into the distance across the vast land, "They've been fighting for over ten thousand years. It's time to end this endless conflict."
"If my death can bring an end to this war, then I'll have achieved my wish."
The ten-thousand-year fairy war had made everyone lose sight of any hope for peace.
Having fought for two thousand years herself, it was time to end everything and finally welcome her well-deserved rest.
Tonelico's expression relaxed. "Don't worry, I'm a fairy of paradise. Even if killed, I'll just return to paradise."
"Then what do you plan to do?" Mash asked, pressing her lips together.
"To be honest, I really want to explore that great hole."
Tonelico's relaxed demeanor vanished, replaced by utmost seriousness. "Unfortunately, I'm not strong enough to go alone. I need sufficiently powerful and reliable companions."
The so-called great hole was precisely the one sealed by Queen Morgan's twelve holy spears.
It contained Britain's most fundamental secrets.
"Hmm, reliable companions..."
Tonelico's emerald green eyes suddenly fixed intently on the little shield maiden.
"Eh? What is it? Do you want me to explore it with you?" Mash asked in surprise.
"Come, let us uncover Britain's greatest mystery together!"
Tonelico extended her hand in invitation.
As a fairy of paradise, she could naturally discern whether someone was lying.
This half-human, half-heroic spirit girl before her clearly possessed a pure and untainted heart.
The perfect companion choice!
"Alright, I'll go with you!"
Mash nodded and grasped the savior girl's hand.
The strongest bond guardian heroic spirit from Proper Human History's Nameless, joining forces with the savior of the Lostbelt!
The audience excitedly discussed—
[The fairies are insane! A ten-thousand-year war? That's terrifying!]
[Dammit, the Britain Lostbelt territory is clearly larger than the British Isles. Could it all be built from fairy corpses?]
[Holy crap! Fairy corpses don't decay—they really might have used them for land reclamation!]
[So what secrets are hidden in that great hole? Hurry up and reveal them!]
[I suspect this is the truth behind Morgan's hatred for the fairies—likely due to some sin committed by the fairies themselves!]
[How many more sins can the fairies commit? It feels more like Morgan's violent, oppressive rule, with most fairies probably being innocent...]
...
Einzbern Castle.
Illya expressed astonishment: "Mash actually traveled to the past, somewhat similar to Nameless."
As the spokesperson of [Alaya], Nameless has always traversed timelines.
He can simultaneously descend into countless timelines of the past, present, and future to protect various Heroic Spirits during their vulnerable periods.
And to resolve crises such as Singularities.
Now, Mash, the only Heroic Spirit who permanently stays by Nameless's side, has also traveled to the past.
The Lostbelt is completely severed from Pan-Human History—even Nameless cannot freely traverse it.
Fourteen thousand years ago, Nameless transformed into the Star Saint Sword Wielder and defeated the Alien Star Soldier, Attila.
This was accomplished with the aid of the two great Counter Forces—[Alaya] and [Gaia].
But now, Mash has traveled back alone!
"This must be Queen Morgan's doing," Miyu replied with a furrowed brow.
Illya widened her eyes: "You mean Queen Morgan can traverse timelines?"
"Yes. Queen Morgan was once lavishly praised by Goetia. And Goetia possesses the Reality Marble [Crown Time Temple], allowing travel through various histories."
Miyu briefly explained.
The Incineration of Humanity was Goetia's plan, spending three thousand years to embed the 72 Demon Gods into human history.
He aimed to ignite human history all at once, transforming it into an energy source surpassing that of the Earth.
As for Morgan of the British Lostbelt, Goetia praised her with—
"Congratulations on accomplishing the great feat I could not achieve."
Clearly acknowledging that Morgan had surpassed him.
Miyu said with a worried expression: "Queen Morgan is even more terrifying than imagined. How can we possibly defeat her?"
Time is the most inconceivable power.
And that Queen is actually capable of sending people to the past—demonstrating strength beyond imagination.
This can already be called a miracle-surpassing—
Sorcery!
"I'm more curious about what is being suppressed in that giant hole, something that even someone as powerful as Morgan is so intensely wary of!"
Illya watched the video with great curiosity.
To suppress the giant hole, Morgan arranged all twelve Holy Lances around it.
Additionally, she utilized calamities and imposed a 50% soul [Existence Tax] on all fairies, amassing an unimaginably vast amount of magical energy.
For her to be so vigilant, what kind of terrifying enemy must it be?
...
Amid the audience's discussions.
The scene shifted back to Nameless.
War had erupted once again.
Nameless and his allies launched an assault against the Fang Clan.
Woodwose, under Morgan's orders, remained stationary in place.
Morgan had anticipated Percival's flanking maneuver and specifically dispatched reinforcements to assist.
But Nameless predicted that Morgan would predict Percival's flanking and attacked even before the reinforcements arrived.
I predicted your prediction!
Nameless and Morgan seemed to transform into peerless strategists, treating all of Britain as a grand chessboard.
All fairies and humans became mere pawns on this board!
Beyond the preemptive strike, Nameless had another trump card.
He had Koyanskaya intervene, directly relocating the reinforcements beyond the world!
Since the other party wished to be a merchant, he could naturally employ a transaction to secure their assistance.
There are no eternal friends, only eternal interests.
Before the so-called interests, even the originally hostile Human Evils could be invited by him to take action!
Percival commanded the Round Table Rebellion Army, effortlessly launching a backstab assault on the Fang Clan from the rear.
These human rebels, all wielding finely crafted weapons forged by Senji Muramasa, easily defeated the powerful fairies.
Meanwhile, Nameless, Senji Muramasa, and others formed a "Decapitation Squad," fighting their way straight into the heart of the clan.
Their target was precisely to decapitate Woodwose!
The surprise attack by Nameless and the others completely disrupted the Fang Clan's defenses.
The Round Table Rebellion Army, armed with superior weapons, effortlessly pierced through the fairy forces.
Woodwose roared in fury, "How could Percival attack from behind? Where are the Queen's armies? Has Her Majesty truly abandoned me?"
"Give up! You are beyond redemption, but we of the Round Table Rebellion do not kill prisoners!" Percival shouted loudly.
By doing so, he aimed to thoroughly shake their morale, hoping to throw the fairies of the Fang Clan into disarray.
At this moment.
The mighty Fang Clan had fallen completely into an encirclement on all sides.
"No! I will never give up! All of you, go to hell!"
Woodwose roared madly.
As a Great Fairy who had lived for over a thousand years, he possessed strength surpassing even that of the Fairy Knights.
How could he be so easily shaken?
Crimson magical energy erupted from his body, his elegant attire exploding to reveal a robust and burly frame.
In this critical moment, he transformed from a gentleman in fine clothes into a frenzied, rampaging beast.
Da Vinci exclaimed, "The magical energy he possesses is dozens of times greater than that of Fairy Gawain!"
An unbelievable level of power.
His magical energy nearly boiled over, wildly unleashing astonishing combat prowess.
Every punch and kick from this Great Fairy carried destructive force comparable to that of a Noble Phantasm.
A single punch sent Percival flying, causing him to vomit blood profusely.
Even his fairy steed was mercilessly kicked dozens of meters away!
A stomp on the ground instantly caused widespread tremors and upheaval.
A single punch not only struck his target but also obliterated the city wall along with them.
In the blink of an eye.
Having torn off his formal attire and transformed into a beast, Woodwose had already slaughtered dozens of elite members of the Round Table Rebellion Army!
Their total magical energy, speed, reactions, strength, recovery—everything was utterly overwhelmed by Woodwose.
This was the chieftain of the Fang Clan, Woodwose, who had single-handedly defeated the Monster King!
The terrifying combat prowess he displayed now was no less than that of a Chief God of the Fifth Lostbelt!
At this critical juncture.
Percival, ignoring his grievous wounds, crawled out from the collapsed city wall.
"Sigh, I'm quite badly injured. Sister Melusine will probably scold me."
He thought to himself.
The fairy Melusine, also known as Fairy Lancelot, was the elder sister who had taken care of him since childhood.
She had always feared he would encounter any threat.
Unfortunately, this time, he had no choice but to get involved.
Percival tightly gripped the Select Lance and activated its true power for the first time.
In an instant, wrinkles began to appear on his originally youthful face.
Yes, the Select Lance consumed his life force!
"Holy Lance! Commence trial! Judge my actions, my battle!"
Percival raised the Select Lance high.
This was a powerful Noble Phantasm passed down to him by the king, containing immense power beyond limits.
Pure white light bloomed from the tip of the lance.
"No, Lord Percival, please wait!" Gareth cried out in panic.
This strike would burn his life force!
Having admired this Knight of the Round Table since childhood, she couldn't just stand by and watch him sacrifice himself.
But it was useless.
Percival gazed at the distant Woodwose, who wore a mocking and disdainful expression, and declared loudly: "Select Lance, grant me strength once more!"
Boom!
Within the pure white light, a golden sacred radiance emerged.
It transformed into a dazzling pillar of light, crashing fiercely toward Woodwose.
Under this life-burning attack,
No matter how he dodged or resisted, it was all futile.
Woodwose, who originally couldn't be hit at all, was pierced through the chest by the lance!
"What? How could this hit me?"
Woodwose let out a furious roar.
Originally, he possessed astonishing regenerative abilities, capable of instantly healing as soon as the lance left his wound.
But now, he clearly felt his magical energy being wildly suppressed.
His entire strength plummeted like a bursting dam!
"Ahhh, damn it! How dare you try to judge us, the Fang Clan? I won't allow it!"
Woodwose completely lost control in his rage.
Despite possessing overwhelming power, he was now utterly suppressed in every way.
The Select Lance, originating from the Garden of Eden, was a weapon specifically designed to punish guilty fairies.
Its restraint was absolute, its special attack divine.
Even if Woodwose was as powerful as a god, he suffered complete suppression from the Select Lance!
Strike while the iron is hot!
Nameless and Senji Muramasa flashed into motion, brandishing their sharp swords, flanking him from front and back.
One sword severed his left arm, the other his right arm.
Completely depriving him of all combat capability!
"Ahhh! No, this can't be! I've been defeated by mere humans!"
For the first time, Woodwose felt the approach of death.
He had lost.
Unbelievably defeated by humans.
Then.
Under the stunned gazes of everyone.
This fierce and powerful leader of the Fang Clan actually turned and fled without hesitation!
He actually ran away!
While there's life, there's hope.
As long as Woodwose escaped, he could quickly heal his injuries and make a comeback.
Next time.
Without any underestimation, a fully unleashed Woodwose could easily wipe out the Round Table Rebellion and severely damage Chaldea!
Nameless quickly gave chase: "Stop right there! Don't even think about escaping!"
"Damn humans, just wait for my revenge! I'll slaughter every last one of you!"
Woodwose shouted angrily while frantically fleeing.
He used forbidden means, burning his life force to escape.
Instantly traversing space, he fled hundreds of miles away.
Woodwoth stood by the lakeside, his blood-stained face burning with raging fury.
"Humans, just you wait! I will slaughter every last one of you, leaving none alive!"
As one of the most elite fairies, a powerful clan leader second only to Queen Morgan.
To be driven into such desperate straits by mere humans.
Unforgivable!
At that moment, Beryl emerged from the side, sneering: "Woodwoth, you've failed."
"No, I haven't failed yet! I must see Her Majesty the Queen!" Woodwoth roared with a low growl.
He resembled a wounded beast, brimming with bloodlust and killing intent.
Beryl's smile grew more pleased: "Heh, you've already been discarded by Morgan. There's no way you'll see the Queen now."
"What? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Woodwoth was utterly enraged.
He had served Her Majesty the Queen faithfully for a full thousand years—how could he possibly be cast aside by the Queen?
"You wretched scoundrel, die!"
Woodwoth lunged forward and began violently beating Beryl.
Even severely wounded, he could easily overpower this A-Team Master candidate.
Beryl panicked and cried for help: "Baobhan Sith, save me quickly!"
"Heh, you're truly too weak. You have no right to remain by Mother's side."
Fairy Tristan's eyes filled with contempt.
Such a weakling daring to become Mother's Master was simply seeking death.
Of course, for now, she should deal with this guy first.
Fairy Tristan licked her lips: "Well then, I'll help myself without holding back!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Jet-black magical threads coiled tightly around Woodwoth.
This astonishing magecraft had been taught to her by Beryl.
The powerful fairy's blood was frantically drained, his burly body rapidly withering away.
"NO!!!"
Woodwoth let out one final desperate roar.
But it was useless.
He could only watch helplessly as his heart was torn out, ending his life completely!
Beryl climbed up from the ground, delighted: "Well done, Baobhan Sith!"
"Heh, this magecraft is too disgusting. I won't use it a second time," the fairy girl said with extreme distaste.
"Don't worry, I'll only have you use it once."
Beryl chuckled lightly.
Then.
His inner thoughts appeared in text boxes—
[This is a once-in-a-lifetime magecraft! The caster's soul will rot away!]
[Foolish Baobhan Sith, you're counting money for me even as I sell you out!]
Beryl cradled the heart in his hands.
Under the astonished gazes of all viewers, he opened his mouth wide and swallowed it whole!
The audience was instantly shocked—
[Holy shit, it was all Beryl's scheme! He's been plotting for Woodwoth's heart from the start!]
[Damn, this guy is too scummy, unbelievably despicable! Nameless, hurry up and kill him!]
[Disgusting! Truly disgusting! Even scheming against his own allies—Beryl, you really deserve to die!]
[Poor Fairy Tristan. She appears to be a bloodthirsty vampire, but she's actually just a simple-minded girl.]
[Such an innocent fairy—I could trick her for ten nights straight!]
[Don't! She drinks blood! Your frail body couldn't handle it!]
...
In the living room.
Roya's face turned slightly pale as she quickly covered her eyes with her hands: "Too, too terrifying! How can there be such a cruel and heartless person?"
She was just a soft and adorable little angel, unwilling to even kill an ant, so naturally she felt somewhat uncomfortable witnessing such a bloody scene.
The enemies that had appeared before, no matter how unscrupulous, ultimately employed various straightforward plans.
For example, the Demon God King Goetia, the Divine Lion King, Ivan the Terrible, and so on.
But now.
This A-team member Beryl, who was originally supposed to become humanity's savior, had been utterly despicable from start to finish.
First, he ignited the Fantasy Tree of the fifth Lostbelt, then he backstabbed the team leader.
Immediately after, he tried to kill Nameless in front of the throne, relying on his master's influence like a dog flaunting its owner's power.
Now, he even ambushed the strongest fairy under Morgan's command and devoured Woodwose's heart raw!
Clearly, this was to seize Woodwose's power and threaten Nameless once again!
"Shouldn't Goetia be even more cold-hearted and ruthless than him?"
Souma rolled his eyes.
Anyone else could say that, but you're the last person qualified to call others cold-hearted and ruthless.
You've only killed one fairy so far.
But you, bastard, have slaughtered humans by the hundreds of millions—far more than the current total population of Earth!
You nearly drove humanity to extinction!
Fortunately, Souma gave his all and rebooted the entire Earth.
Otherwise, even if they defeated the brat, it would be impossible to restore humanity to its original state.
This made Souma want to exclaim—
I'm really having a tough time!
Roya declared righteously: "Goetia isn't human—it's the collective entity of the 72 Demon Gods, just an ugly and disgusting monster. Beryl is the most despicable human!"
"Indeed, Goetia is too ugly and disgusting, just looking at it is annoying," Souma agreed.
Absolutely right, that's exactly how it should be said!
Beside them, Gilgamesh and Qin Shi Huang exchanged glances, their lips curling upward as their smiles became particularly pleased.
Watching these two interact always carried a strange sense of theatricality.
A demon king and a hero living together, playing house games.
Unfortunately, they're still missing the lady of the house.
A family of three just isn't perfect enough.
Roya stared at Beryl devouring the heart in one bite and frowned: "So when will this guy die?"
It's too disgusting—seeing him makes her want to personally eliminate him.
If he doesn't die soon, he'll just keep being repulsive.
"He'll die very soon, there's no way he'll survive this Lostbelt," Souma guaranteed.
The audience merely hates him.
But he, as an actual participant on the scene, will show no mercy in delivering the fatal blow!
...
In the Lostbelt.
2,400 years ago.
Mash and Tonelico, along with the knights Ector and Cacatello, journeyed toward the bottomless great pit.
Along the way.
Mash looked at the other with great surprise: "So you didn't die and resurrect—you simply have an extremely long lifespan?"
"Correct. After I eliminate a calamity, I typically sleep for several decades, which leads people to mistakenly believe I sacrifice myself and resurrect each time."
Tonelico's face, identical to Artoria's adorable features, showed a faint hint of embarrassment.
"Eh, why would you do this?" Mash grew even more surprised.
This was clearly to avoid the fairies rather than simply resting.
"There's no other way. I'm a fairy from the Garden of Paradise, viewed with hostility by the British fairies."
Tonelico sighed, "No matter how many times I save Britain, the fairies will still betray me, becoming the trigger for the next disaster."
The truth was instantly revealed!
The previous death of the savior Tonelico was precisely due to betrayal by the fairies.
This made the audience members increasingly angry.
Tonelico had been constantly saving the fairies, yet the fairies repeatedly opposed her.
Indeed, these creatures were nothing but harmful monsters who didn't deserve saving at all!
As the truth gradually unfolded, the audience came to understand Queen Morgan more and more.
Mash frowned and asked: "So why are the fairies fighting?"
"It's simple. Britain was originally just a small island—its current area is dozens to hundreds of times larger than before."
Tonelico's eyes filled with sorrow, "The wars between clans are battles over limited territory, and also the process of land reclamation."
"This expansion from a small island to the current continent was built using countless fairy corpses!"
A fairy nation constructed from piled-up corpses!
Once again, this shocked countless spectators.
This process lasted for twelve thousand years!
Next.
They continued forward, finally arriving at the periphery of the great pit.
The audience grew increasingly focused, wanting to see what exactly was inside.
Something that could make even someone as powerful as Queen Morgan have to deploy twelve Holy Lances in preparation!
Naturally, 2,400 years ago, neither Queen Morgan nor the Holy City Camelot existed.
On the barren earth, a massive void seemed to lead straight to hell.
Inside, it was pitch black, impossible to see anything.
Totorote said with extreme tension, "Tonelico, can we not go down? It feels far too dangerous down there!"
This was instinct screaming warnings.
Even standing at the edge of the hole made her soul tremble and wail—let alone going down.
"Don't worry, there's no danger. There are no Mors or fairies around."
Tonelico spoke with confidence, "As long as you hold onto the line I made with magecraft, nothing will happen."
"Eh, you want me to go down?" Mash was shocked.
Didn't we agree to go down together?
Are you sure you're not deliberately tricking me, using me as a guinea pig?
"I'm really sorry, but I need to control the magecraft line, and Totorote needs to operate the crane."
Tonelico said apologetically, "The line can extend eight thousand meters. If you encounter any danger, just ascend immediately. You can also choose to give up—I won't force you."
"It's fine. I also want to know what's down there."
Mash took a deep breath, reached out, and grabbed the line.
She waved goodbye with a smile and descended directly into the abyssal hole.
She wanted to know what terrifying monster lay within, to better assist her senior.
[One hour later!]
[Depth seven thousand meters!]
A narration prompt appeared on the video.
Mash still couldn't see any creatures or the bottom of the massive hole.
"Huh, what's this?"
Mash was surprised to find dust flying upward from below, illuminated by her magecraft searchlight.
Here, all light had vanished, yet it remained incredibly warm.
Only the air grew increasingly strange, becoming uninhabitable for humans.
She continued descending.
Mash stared in astonishment at the bottom of the cave.
A terrifying beast, massive as a mountain, covered in flowing crimson blood and shrouded in dark mist, appeared.
It was enormous.
Even larger than Tiamat's true form she had seen in the Singularity.
Mash transmitted what she saw upward via magecraft.
Tonelico murmured in a nearly suffocated voice, "This is actually the Horned God Cernunnos! No, come up quickly!"
Boom!
Blood, burning like flames, released a terrifying curse capable of devouring gods, spreading wildly toward Mash.
Under the impact of this horrifying curse, Mash instantly lost consciousness!
Totorote hurriedly activated the crane, pulling her up rapidly from the depths.
Everyone fell into panic.
With Tonelico and the others exhausting all efforts to treat her,
Mash finally opened her eyes and said in confusion, "What just happened?"
"Ahhh, you're finally awake!" Totorote instantly burst into tears and rushed to hug her.
Tonelico also apologized, "I'm truly sorry, I was too reckless—I almost couldn't bring you back!"
Through her explanation,
everyone finally understood that the giant beast at the bottom of the hole was the Primordial Beast God Cernunnos!
The first terrifying beast to reach Britain in Celtic mythology.
The curse formed after its death could even devour all of Britain!
Yet the audience grew even more puzzled—
[This beast seems even larger than Mama Tia's true form. Does it also possess interstellar travel capabilities?]
[Confirmed—it's probably from the stars! But how could such a terrifying monster be defeated?]
[No wonder Morgan is so wary. Even twelve Holy Lances aren't enough insurance!]
["So, who exactly killed the horned god Cernunnos? Is the killer still alive?"]
["The British Lostbelt is getting more terrifying by the minute—even interstellar-traveling monsters are appearing now!"]
...
Outside the video.
Rin Tohsaka was utterly astonished: "This beast... feels even larger than Tiamat?"
In the Seventh Singularity "Absolute Demonic Front: Babylonia," Tiamat's appearance had been awe-inspiring in its sheer magnitude.
Her unimaginably vast true form, coupled with an astounding reserve of magical energy sufficient for interstellar travel.
Even the combined efforts of numerous gods couldn't pierce her terrifying defenses, allowing her to flaunt her power unrestrained.
But now.
Such a fearsome colossal beast, capable of roaming the stars, had inexplicably died!
Its corpse was discarded in the great pit, emanating a curse potent enough to destroy the entire Lostbelt.
"No, it can't compare to Tiamat! Tiamat is the strongest!" Ishtar retorted without hesitation.
The primordial mother goddess Tiamat was the supreme deity of their mythological system—naturally not someone to be disrespected by comparisons.
Moreover, Tiamat possessed the Principle of [Regression].
She had evolved from a mere primordial mother goddess into a Beast of Humanity that grows stronger alongside human civilization.
She could grow infinitely stronger without limit, until humanity's extinction!
Ereshkigal watched the screen with keen interest: "Could it be that if the British Lostbelt collapses, Earth would be destroyed along with it—because of the horned god's curse?"
"That seems unlikely. Even Tiamat doesn't possess the ability to destroy planets." Ishtar shook her head.
The two universally acknowledged planet-destroying level combatants.
One was Chaos who could restore its power, the other was Goetia who commanded the Ars Almadel Salomonis.
And Attila the Hun (Altera), the Alien Star's messenger who never reached her complete form.
Even the exaggerated and ridiculous Alien God—no one believed it could blow up Earth.
That guy's prestige and power didn't seem to surpass Goetia's.
Ereshkigal frowned at the screen: "I get the feeling we can't see any fatal wounds on the horned god's corpse at all. Could it have been assassinated?"
"Assassinated? Who could assassinate a god of this level? It couldn't be fairies... Wait, that might actually be possible!"
The moment Rin Tohsaka thought of this, she instantly grew somewhat excited.
It seemed she had grasped the truth of the Lostbelt Britain.
If her speculation was correct, then all the fairies deserved to die!
"That's right, the Star Holy Sword was forged by the fairies. If the fairies hadn't created the Holy Sword, there would have been no way to defeat the Alien God's emissaries, and the Lostbelt wouldn't have existed in the past at all!"
Ishtar similarly widened her eyes.
Following this line of reasoning revealed a truth that could be called earth-shattering.
It made them increasingly anticipate discovering what the truth actually was!
...
In the past timeline.
After leaving the great pit, Tonelico sighed and said to Mash, "To be honest, I no longer wish to save the fairies. The same goes for humans."
"Eh, what happened?"
Mash looked at her in surprise.
This person was supposed to be the savior of the fairies—how could she suddenly not want to save them anymore?
"For 3,600 years, every 100 years I needed to eliminate a calamity. Every thousand years, I needed to eliminate a world-ending catastrophe."
Tonelico's calm eyes were filled with the weariness and sorrow of ages. "I said I slept to rest, but in truth, I was purely being ostracized and harmed by the fairies."
"The harder I worked to save the fairies, the more terrible betrayals and torment I would face."
"Beheading! Water torture! Stoning! Burning at the stake! Imprisonment... I've experienced everything except poisoning!"
"For three thousand six hundred years, not a single fairy could understand me or wanted to help me!"
These simple words instantly shocked all the listeners.
A savior who had protected the fairies for three thousand six hundred years had suffered such inhuman torture!
It was too horrifying.
Even just hearing about it made one feel despair and heartache for Tonelico.
These damned fairies simply didn't deserve to be saved!
"This..."
Mash fell into silence.
Her body trembled slightly, and a mist appeared in her eyes.
Just imagining it was enough to understand how cruel those punishments must have been.
It was equivalent to reliving the story of Jeanne d'Arc for three thousand six hundred years!
"I'm actually very selfish—I only protected Britain to have a place for myself to belong."
Tonelico showed a self-mocking smile. "I am the witch Tonelico, not any savior."
"Because I cannot save the world. No one can save anyone."
A savior suffering to an unparalleled degree.
The onlookers suddenly saw the shadow of Nameless in her.
Though he saved the world time and again, he was completely forgotten by the world.
The only consolation was that
the heroic spirits all wanted to repay Nameless.
But the fairies only wanted to kill Tonelico!
These creatures truly didn't deserve to be saved!
Tonelico continued, "Mash, in a world with a Fantasy Tree, even if the Queen sends calamities to the past, it won't change the future."
"In other words, it allows for certain errors, transforming the Lostbelt into a Singularity?" Mash grew even more astonished.
The biggest difference between a Singularity and a Lostbelt is that one is an event within Pan-Human History that doesn't affect the development of true history, while a Lostbelt is a wrongly flourishing human history that competes with Pan-Human History for the sole legitimate status.
But now, Morgan had turned this Lostbelt into something resembling a Singularity.
No matter how much she changed the past, it wouldn't affect the outcome of "Morgan's coronation as queen"!
Tonelico began to recount the history of the past—
"A meteor descended, and the earth was completely transformed into an ocean, with all civilizations ceasing to exist."
"Six fairies descended upon this lifeless sea."
"As they lamented, the horned god Cernunnos appeared, with a shrine maiden seated upon his shoulder."
The gentle-natured horned god allowed the six fairies to temporarily dwell upon his body, shielding them from wind and waves.
After some time passed.
The land still had not emerged; everything remained as ocean.
The six fairies held a festival, worshipping Cernunnos as a deity and presenting offerings to him.
Then.
The fairies' wish was fulfilled, and land appeared.
Cernunnos fell into exhaustion and sank into slumber.
Thus.
The fairies began to worship the horned god, giving thanks for his sacrifice that created Britain.
The southern fairies lived upon the land created by Cernunnos.
While the northern fairy territories were formed from the corpse of the last dragon, Albion.
Tonelico reached this point in her story and sneered coldly: "Heh, so-called gratitude and worship? It was purely the six fairies who killed the horned god!"
Previously she too had believed in this creation myth.
But upon learning that the horned god's corpse lay within the great chasm, she instantly understood the complete chain of events.
The horned god did not slumber to create the continent.
He was murdered by the fairies.
Those perpetrators transformed his corpse into the mainland!
Such gratitude indeed!
At this moment,
Long-absent narration text and voice appeared—
[14,000 years ago, the Alien God's vanguard descended upon Earth.]
[The six primordial fairies who emerged from Earth's inner sea abandoned their duty to forge the Holy Sword due to frivolity.]
[The Star Holy Sword never came into being, and thus the Holy Sword wielder could not appear.]
[The Alien God's vanguard swept across the entire Earth, destroying the British Lostbelt!]
[Leaving only a lake formed from the remains of the last dragon, Albion.]
[The fairies returned from their wanderings and encountered the horned god Cernunnos...]
...
The narration from uploader [Alaya] instantly filled in the details Tonelico had left unexplained.
Making the spectators utterly furious—
[Damn, so the fairies were actually the ones responsible for the destruction!]
[Ahhh, these bastards actually killed the horned god who protected them, then hypocritically claimed it was divine blessing!]
[This is so fucked up! Should good people always be held at gunpoint? Always be bullied and even humiliated?]
[First the horned god was killed by the fairies, then savior Tonelico was also killed by the fairies—I want to destroy these fairies right now!]
[Goddammit, these fairies in the Lostbelt really deserve to die, I support Queen Morgan exterminating them all!]
[Hahaha, so this is gratitude for the horned god? Should we establish a festival for him?]
...
The complete chain of cause and effect was instantly exposed.
So it was the fairies' frivolity, their abandonment of duty in failing to forge the Star Holy Sword.
That allowed the Alien God's vanguard to destroy the Lostbelt's civilization.
To create land, the fairies actually killed the horned god who had always helped them, using his corpse to construct Britain.
Furthermore.
The fairies endlessly expanded this land through frenzied mutual slaughter, piling up countless corpses.
A group of demons in the truest sense!
With the full context revealed.
The audience completely understood why Morgan treated the fairies with such brutal cruelty.
Turns out, the fairies purely deserved it!
Morgan only collecting a 50% soul [existence tax] is truly magnanimous!
Fairies' very existence is the greatest sin.
They should never have existed at all!
Immediately after.
An even more infuriating scene unfolded.
Tonelico laughed foolishly: "The clan wars are about to end! Once Uther is crowned king, peace will finally come!"
But soon her smile completely vanished.
The coronation ceremony erupted into a horrifying bloodbath.
Uther, who was about to become the unified king, was killed by the fairies!
Not just Uther.
The Round Table Knights that Tonelico had established were all mercilessly slaughtered by the fairies.
The night of slaughter had descended!
Once again, the fairies had betrayed her!
"Why? When peace was finally within reach, why start another war?"
Tonelico collapsed to her knees in agony.
Staring at Uther's corpse discarded like trash on the ground, she laughed hysterically: "Hahaha, poisoned wine! They actually resorted to poison again!"
"These vile, disgusting fairies - too cowardly to shed even a drop of their own blood, always resorting to assassination!"
"Three thousand six hundred years! I've saved Britain so many times, why do you keep destroying everything with your own hands?"
"HAHAHAHAHA!!!"
The savior of Britain now stood drenched in pouring rain, tears of anguish streaming down her face.
In this moment, she completely broke, no longer able to see even a glimmer of hope.
All those desperate struggles, all those times she forgave the fairies - everything had become a joke.
She was nothing but the most ridiculous clown.
All her efforts, in the fairies' eyes, were merely comedic performances!
"Unforgivable! Unforgivable! I will never forgive you!"
Tonelico gazed furiously at the distant battlefield of slaughter.
"If salvation is a mistake, then tremble beneath my rule!"
"You sinful monsters are utterly unworthy of redemption!"
"I shall never forgive you—you deserve only domination and enslavement!"
Tonelico escaped with maniacal laughter, leaving the fairies who had come to hunt her grasping at air.
Then.
She arrived at the foot of the Fantasy Tree.
With earth-shattering genius, she instantly deciphered the Alien God's primordial runes and seized complete control over the Fantasy Tree!
"Alien God, I'll yield the cosmos to you. But this Lostbelt belongs to me—you have no right to descend!"
Tonelico lifted her head toward the heavens. "I shall overwrite this fantasy with my reality, stitching it onto this very planet!"
At that moment, the savior Tonelico perished!
Her former gentle salvation had been pure fallacy.
Thus, she began preparing for a merciless, runaway war.
To end war with war!
Tonelico looked at the little shield-girl before her and said, "Soon, you will be frozen in ice for twenty-four hundred years, until we meet again in the future."
"What will happen to you?" Mashu's eyes welled with tears.
The more she understood this person, the more her heart ached with boundless sorrow.
"Tonelico's defeat is inevitable. This is all to compress the timeline into the Queen's Calendar."
Tonelico whispered softly, "Four centuries from now, Britain will transition to the Queen's Calendar. You must slumber in a coffin, or your life will be at risk."
"But you will..."
Mashu's heart bled ever more for her.
"Don't worry. It's merely the destruction of Britain's first cycle. I despise that ending, so I'll initiate a second cycle."
Tonelico chuckled lightly. "You, who have descended into the past, are essentially the third cycle. When the second cycle begins, I will forget you completely, and we shall become enemies when we meet again."
After mastering and analyzing the Fantasy Tree, she could glimpse fragments of the future—including the vision of them becoming adversaries.
"Then, your name..."
Mashu had already begun to suspect.
There was no mistake.
This person was undoubtedly the one she knew.
The so-called cruelty and heartlessness were merely a facade.
Her true heart was so gentle—so gentle it made Mashu's chest tighten with empathy.
"Mashu, humanity's future holds no answers. As long as you choose your own path, you must persevere."
Tonelico reached out and patted the little shield-girl's head. "I am a fairy from the Inner Sea of the Planet, descended with the mission to save Britain."
"I am also the witch who vied for the throne with Artoria in Pan-Human History."
"And, in the future, I shall be your ultimate enemy—the Lostbelt King—"
"Morgan!"
From this moment onward, the savior Tonelico vanished completely.
The cold, ruthless Queen Morgan was born.
She would defend this world with iron and blood!
The audience's barrage comments exploded across the screen—
[Salute the birth of the queen! Long live Queen Morgan! Annihilate these vile, disgusting fairies!]
[Ahhh, these creatures truly deserve to die! They're utterly unworthy of salvation—every last one must be eradicated!]
[Dammit, I actually pitied them at first. Now I just want to slap myself silly!]
[By the way, I wanted to see the "Five-Speed Cactus Immortal" performance earlier—please begin your show!]
[So Queen Morgan was actually the savior Tonelico? She actually pulled off a three-cycle loop—I kneel before Her Majesty!]
[Morgan is amazing, instantly winning me over! Nothing can stop me from switching sides now!]
...
Real World Rome.
Nero stared at the video in astonishment: "Umu, why do I feel inferior to this person?"
It was utterly shocking to her.
Three thousand six hundred years of salvation, betrayed countless times yet continuing to save endlessly.
Finally transforming into Queen Morgan, ruling over the entire Lostbelt.
Even the Alien God couldn't descend into her Lostbelt.
So powerful that Nero had to admit she paled in comparison.
How could such a breathtakingly brilliant existence exist?
"Truly incredible—three cycles, three reincarnations, unparalleled in this world," Founder Romulus likewise marveled.
Evolving from a savior who deeply loved fairies into an iron-fisted queen.
From endless salvation to endless cruel rule.
This Fairy of Paradise had undergone a fundamental transformation.
Making her powerful enough to seize the Fantasy Tree and disregard the Alien God's threats.
Nero clicked her tongue in amazement: "Using my reality to replace your fantasy... what an domineering statement."
The Fantasy Tree created by the Alien God was broken and stolen by her in mere minutes.
And she used the Fantasy Tree to initiate three full cycles of reincarnation.
This could be called an unprecedented feat.
Among all heroic spirits in this world, aside from Nameless, no one else could accomplish this!
The more Nero watched, the more awestruck she became.
Not to mention the world-shaking feat of three cycles.
Just the three-thousand-six-hundred-year journey of salvation alone was something no heroic spirit could achieve.
If it were her, being betrayed even once by fairies would immediately trigger her massacre mode.
She'd eliminate these ugly, disgusting fairies first!
"This aspect truly surpasses imagination—she actually transformed a Lostbelt into a Singularity!" Founder Romulus shook his head with a sigh.
One must accept the limitations of age.
He had previously stolen the show during the confrontation with the Omnipotent Great God Zeus.
But compared to Queen Morgan's accomplishments, he suddenly seemed somewhat inadequate.
However.
He still possessed the status of Rome's supreme deity, so there was no need to compare himself with a human in these matters.
Nero asked curiously: "Since it's been changed into a Singularity, does that mean she doesn't have to die?"
"No, transforming it into a Singularity will instead cause the entire Earth to fall—she will inevitably die," Founder Romulus replied.
Before the transformation, there was still a slim chance of survival.
Like how Qin Shi Huang from the Lostbelt descended into reality.
But now.
There's only certain death.
Though it's uncertain whether she'll be killed by Nameless himself.
For such a brilliantly exceptional figure, being defeated by Nameless personally would still be a worthy rest.
As long as she isn't killed by those ugly, disgusting fairies, it shouldn't be a problem.
...
In the Lostbelt.
Mash had fallen into slumber.
Two thousand four hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.
She opened her eyes once more.
A familiar figure had long been waiting by her side.
Mash blurted out in a daze: "Senpai?"
"Yes, welcome back," Nameless smiled, opening his arms.
"Senpai, I'm back!"
Mash didn't hesitate to throw herself into his embrace, holding him tightly.
Though only a few days had passed since arriving in the Lostbelt, she had already been separated from her senpai twice.
One was amnesia, the other was outright traveling to the past—both were unbearable separations.
Mash wiped her tears and said, "Senpai, I saw the savior Tonelico—she is Queen Morgan!"
"Yes, I know."
Nameless gently patted the girl's head.
These were all pieces of information he already knew, along with many more that even Mash was unaware of.
Nameless scanned their surroundings and said, "Tonelico is a false name fabricated by Morgan; she is a fairy from the paradise."
"As for the horned god's corpse in the great pit, it was poisoned by the original six fairies to create the land of Britain."
The fairies were the true original sin.
Their negligence and abandonment of the task to forge the Star Holy Sword led to the great destruction of everything.
Morgan and Artoria Caster, who came from the paradise, naturally do not count among the fairies of Britain.
Next.
Nameless and the others continued to ring the Pilgrimage Bells.
Of the six Pilgrimage Bells, only the last one remained.
Once it was rung,
the Round Table Rebellion Army, along with the royal clan legion of Knocknarea, would all rise in final resistance.
Through the ultimate war, they would capture the holy capital Camelot and end Morgan's reign!
Fairy Tristan appeared before the group.
Her crimson long hair fluttered, filled with killing intent: "You're all doomed. I won't allow any of you to survive!"
The consecutive failures she had suffered earlier were utterly intolerable to her.
This time, she brought her mother's powerful Noble Phantasm, intending to completely eliminate Nameless and the others.
Nameless frowned as he looked at her: "Fairy Tristan, your entire body is on the verge of collapse. Don't you realize you've been tricked by Beryl?"
The once beautiful and adorable girl now appeared extremely weak and feeble.
Her face was pale and bloodless, and the luster in her eyes had dimmed.
Though possessing endless life, he appeared as an old and feeble man approaching death.
Clearly, Beryl had deceived him.
Even if left alone, this fairy would walk toward destruction on his own.
"No! I am the only fairy who inherited Mother's magecraft! I will definitely defeat you all!"
Fairy Tristan completely ignored his weakened body and forcibly launched an attack.
Countless threads danced through the air, transforming the area into a spider's web, attempting to capture Nameless and the others in one sweep.
Unfortunately.
Nameless looked at him with pity: "How pitiful. Until the very end, you never understood what Morgan truly wanted."
His figure flickered as he swung his longsword, instantly severing thread after thread.
Fairy Tristan, whose spiritual foundation was collapsing, could no longer pose even the slightest threat to him.
Nameless swept his sword across Fairy Tristan's chest, speaking with final compassion: "Farewell, pitiful creature."
"I've lost again... I can't accept this..."Fairy Tristan did not hesitate to use her mother's treasure.
The beautiful pendant glowed with a dark purple light."
This was Morgan's powerful Noble Phantasm—
[Garden of Lost Will!]
After activating the Noble Phantasm.
Her figure vanished on the spot, teleporting back to her own room.
Fairy Tristan staggered and collapsed onto the bed: "Mother, why didn't you praise me?"
"No, I must try harder! I can kill more people!"
After battling Nameless.
And then using such a powerful Noble Phantasm, she had completely reached the end of her rope.
At that moment.
Beryl appeared silently: "My, my, dear lady, don't push yourself. Just rest properly."
"Beryl? I'm sorry, I'll get up right away... Huh?"
Fairy Tristan tried to rise.
However, she stared blankly as her arm broke off.
"See? I told you not to get up. Just lie down properly."
Beryl said with feigned gentleness.
Thump~
Something fell to the ground—it was the fairy maiden's hand!
Fairy Tristan looked up blankly: "What fell?"
"Nothing important, just your body rotting a little." Beryl smiled.
"Why?"
Fairy Tristan could no longer get up at all.
"Probably because you used [Garden of Lost Will]. Morgan has started to dislike you too and cut off your magical energy."
Beryl laughed with particular mockery, "Now, hand it over to me."
"No, I won't give it to you!"
Fairy Tristan tried to resist.
Unfortunately, she was completely immobilized.
Her entire body was collapsing.
"Farewell, you fool. How pathetic."
Beryl gently picked up [Garden of Lost Will] and vanished from the room.
"Hey, don't take Mother's Noble Phantasm... Don't leave... Why can't I move?"
Fairy Tristan lay on the bed.
She tried to move her hand.
Her hand broke off and fell to the ground.
She attempted to move her foot.
Her foot broke off and also fell to the ground.
Her body had become completely immobile.
Beginning to rot from head to toe.
The once lovely-faced maiden had now completely turned into a pile of rotting flesh, filled with eeriness and horror!
The onlookers were terrified—
[Holy shit! Holy shit! This instantly turned into a horror movie!]
[Bold monster, I could tell at a glance you weren't human! Show your true form quickly!]
[Beryl is truly despicable! He just straight up tricked Fairy Tristan to death! So vile!]
[Damn, Fairy Tristan was totally my type, and right in the middle of the action she suddenly turned into this, forcing me into sage mode!]
[So terrifying. A powerful Fairy Knight actually transformed into this Lovecraftian horror style!]
When Fairy Tristan first appeared, she freely slaughtered fairies right before Morgan's eyes.
Dancing gracefully while bathed in blood, she perfectly embodied both eeriness and power.
But now.
This Fairy Knight's entire body has decayed and collapsed.
This stark contrast between before and after has left countless viewers sighing in amazement.
The scene shifts to another perspective.
[Garden of Lost Will] Noble Phantasm deployed.
This Noble Phantasm originates from Morgan, capable of trapping people in a specific world.
The Garden of Innocence that once confined Merlin was a similarly powerful Noble Phantasm.
After being trapped in the [Garden of Lost Will], your negative psychological changes are amplified and projected outward.
In the video.
What first appears are Artoria Caster's memory scenes.
"So this is the Garden of Lost Will that Fujimaru mentioned. I must be extremely careful."
Artoria Caster watches her surroundings with great tension.
Nameless had previously explained the Noble Phantasm's effects to her.
But knowing is one thing - to break the Noble Phantasm, she still needs to experience many things herself.
It essentially presents your past in the darkest possible way!
Scene after scene flashes by.
Showing Artoria's childhood years.
The fairies look at her with greedy eyes: "Hurry up and grow. When you turn sixteen, you'll be useful to us."
In these fairies' eyes, she's merely a precious treasure, waiting to be offered to Morgan after growing up.
However.
The precious Child of Prophecy was actually raised in a stable by the fairies.
Since childhood, she lived a miserable life - never having enough to eat or wear, frequently subjected to scolding and beatings.
Artoria Caster remains silent.
No matter what the fairies say, she offers no resistance.
After easily reviewing her past, she begins walking outward.
The scene shifts to Nameless' side.
Something seems slightly strange.
In the picture.
Scenes from Nameless' past unfold.
Though originally an ordinary high school student, he was drawn into the grand path of saving the world.
As a substitute Master, he was brought to Chaldea.
[Avenging Witch], [King of Perfection], [Unlimited Blade Works], [Absolute Demonic Front] and more.
Previously revealed scenes all appear one after another.
Even worlds that haven't been revealed yet appear.
Countless Heroic Spirits were protected by Guardian Nameless through their childhoods.
And no one knows how many terrifying battles Nameless has experienced.
His opponents included Heroic Spirits, powerful deities, and even Evils of Humanity.
This unimaginably vast collection of scenes flashes madly.
Leaving the spectators completely overwhelmed, unable to process everything.
Then.
It crashes!
Yes, Nameless' experiences are too vast, his will too resolute - he directly crashes the Noble Phantasm!
Mash stares blankly at him: "Eh, Senpai? How did you suddenly get out?"
Her own experience was still stuck in the scenes of being treated as a lab rat in Chaldea.
"I dealt with the Noble Phantasm. Be careful of our surroundings."
Nameless vigilantly watches their environment.
Previously they were beside the Pilgrim's Bell, but now they've descended underground.
This place has long been transformed by Beryl into a deadly trap.
One by one, mutilated corpses rose from the ground to launch attacks.
Just then.
Pepe Rongcino suddenly spoke: "Everyone, wait a moment. I'll handle this."
"Huh, are you sure?" Nameless was taken aback.
"There's still some residual karma inside. I've specifically trained for this - let me deal with the toxic gases first."
Pepe Rongcino looked particularly relaxed. "Just three minutes. Actually, if I weren't tired, I could do it even faster."
"...Alright, please be careful." Nameless nodded.
The Count's figure departed.
The door was tightly shut behind him.
Now alone, facing a full five hundred monsters.
These monsters were originally living humans, but had been transformed into Moss monsters by Beryl!
Pepe Rongcino murmured softly: "Gudao, you must not stain your hands with innocent blood."
This sin shall be borne by him.
Whoosh!
He projected his weapon and charged toward the five hundred Moss humans.
The massacre began!
One minute.
Two minutes.
Three minutes!
All five hundred terrifying monsters were slaughtered on the spot by him.
Not only that.
He also moved all the corpses to a side room, properly handling the bloodshed and curses.
When the door opened again, the scene had returned to its original state!
Pepe Ronchino relaxed his posture: "Alright, everyone can come in now."
"Wow, it really is cleaned up well. You're truly a professional," Mash praised.
Pepe Ronchino chuckled lightly: "Of course, please don't underestimate my expertise."
The viewers were filled with admiration—
[Nameless's experiences are just too vast. He actually crashed the Hall of Lost Memories—that's simply unbelievable!]
[Can't be helped. Nameless is forced by that black-hearted capitalist Alaya to work insane 007 overtime every day.]
[No, it's more than just 007 overtime—he's clearly fighting across several dozen timelines simultaneously!]
[Pepe did an amazing job! He actually took on all the sins alone, finally showing the demeanor of a senior!]
[Instantly became a fan of Pepe. He really has that big brother (big sister) vibe!]
...
Bearing all the killing and sin alone had always been something Nameless did silently by himself.
But this time.
Pepe Ronchino took the initiative to strike, eliminating the five hundred Moss humans.
Precisely because he didn't want Nameless to stain his hands with innocent human blood.
This perfectly considerate act instantly won the favor of countless viewers.
Under Pepe Ronchino's leadership.
The group passed through the trap formed by five hundred ferocious Moss monsters completely unscathed.
Beryl jumped out, frowning as he looked at the group: "Logically, there should be one or two fewer people. Most importantly, Fujimaru Ritsuka, I misjudged you. Is this how a righteous Master who protects humanity acts?"
"Sorry, I haven't stained my hands with any innocent blood," Nameless calmly replied.
The so-called sins were all borne by Pepe alone.
That seemingly cheerful man also possesses a heart that seeks atonement and protection!
Beryl spoke coldly: "Heh, then you all can just die!"
"No, it should be you who dies!"
Mash swung her shield, "Senpai, let me take the lead and defeat him!"
"Mash, why are you attacking me? I like you so incredibly much!" Beryl exclaimed in surprise.
"Bastard, you're nothing but a perverted monster!"
The usually gentle kouhai unhesitatingly cursed at him.
In the video,
Scenes from Mash's previous experiences suddenly surfaced.
When the young girl was resting in the infirmary for recovery.
Beryl suddenly barged in, saying with a fanatical expression: "Mash, I like you so much. Be with me forever!"
Then.
This terrifying pervert actually forcibly broke Mash's finger bones!
All to demonstrate his so-called "love"!
When Dr. Roman saw this, he furiously transformed into the Israeli Boxing King, driving him away with punches.
"You bastard, how dare you do such a thing? I won't forgive you!"
Dr. Roman went completely berserk.
Mash was practically like a daughter to him, having watched her grow up—how could he allow anyone to harm her?
The viewers were even angrier than him, each wishing they could devour Beryl alive!
Every character appearing in the video has the potential to be redeemed.
But this guy—not even the slightest possibility!
Mashu angrily swung her shield, slamming the Camelot wall directly at him.
However.
It couldn't even break through his defenses.
After devouring Woodwose's heart, he had gained an incredibly resilient Servant Spirit Origin.
Beryl sneered, "Heh, you're all going to die here. Oh, and by the way, Peperoncino, a sneak attack from behind won't work!"
"Whether it works or not, you'll have to see for yourself!" Peperoncino didn't hesitate and launched an assassination attempt from behind.
But Beryl effortlessly blasted him away, intending to kill him on the spot.
"Heh, is that all? I'll kill the captain right in front of you—what can you do about it?"
Just as Beryl was reveling in his overwhelming advantage, he suddenly cried out in shock, "Damn it, this is disgusting! What the hell is this thing?"
Something bizarre was rapidly spreading across his body.
"Haha, surprised? This is the very thing you've been experimenting on using humans!"
Peperoncino spat out a mouthful of blood but laughed triumphantly, "I collected a full five hundred curses and transferred all of them to you!"
"Ahhh, you bastard! How dare you do this?!"
Beryl completely lost control.
But under the weight of five hundred Moss curses, his entire body was rapidly weakening.
He could no longer wield Woodwose's formidable combat power.
"Heh, you traitor who betrayed the captain—I've finally avenged him!"
Despite being critically injured and on the verge of death, Peperoncino laughed even more joyfully.
He had waited far too long for this day.
There was absolutely no way he could forgive.
Even at the cost of his own life, he would take down this bastard!
The audience was instantly deeply moved—
[Peperoncino was clearly prepared to die—this is so shocking!]
[Sigh, he truly admired the captain and was willing to sacrifice himself for revenge!]
[Damn that bastard Beryl! How dare he break Mashu's finger bones? Don't let him die easily!]
[Exactly, he must be torn to pieces and experience every pain imaginable!]
[What right does a twisted monster like you have to say you like Mashu? Disgusting! You don't deserve her!]
...
In the real Chaldea.
Tears instantly streamed down Mashu's face: "Peperoncino, you were willing to sacrifice yourself!"
He was the A-team candidate Master she was closest to.
Before her Senpai arrived, Beryl had repeatedly tried to harm her.
It was Peperoncino who, intentionally or not, always stayed by her side, protecting her from even worse disasters.
"That bastard Beryl actually dared to hurt Mashu in secret!" Da Vinci was furious.
She had arrived a little too late; otherwise, she would have fiercely protected the little shield maiden.
There was no way this scum could have harmed her.
Dr. Roman clenched his fists: "Damn it, back then I was just an ordinary person—I really wanted to beat him to death!"
At the time, he was merely an ordinary man who had returned all his power to God.
He stood no chance against Beryl, a mage.
But things were different now.
Dr. Roman had begun gathering the Ten Rings, transforming once again into the powerful Grand Caster Solomon!
If he ever encountered Beryl through time travel, he would beat him so severely that Beryl would find life unbearable yet death unattainable.
Now, he could only pin his hopes on Nameless.
For the first time, Dr. Roman, who had always possessed the compassionate heart of a healer, genuinely wished for Nameless to utterly torture and kill Beryl!
In reality,
this was the shared sentiment of countless viewers.
Beryl had committed utterly inhuman acts, already enraging everyone.
Simply granting him death would be far too merciful.
They must crush his spirit and body, imposing upon him the most terrifying despair!
...
Under everyone's gaze,
Beryl roared, "No! I absolutely cannot die here!"
He had already obtained Woodwose's Spirit Origin, possessing combat prowess second only to Morgan's.
As long as he survived, he would inevitably witness Nameless and the others meet their doom.
Beryl frantically scrambled to escape, wanting to flee immediately and properly deal with the curse afflicting him.
As the experimental inventor of the Moss Curse, given time, he could excise the curse.
However,
Nameless gave him no time at all.
With a swift movement, he already stood blocking Beryl's path, drawing his sword and slashing fiercely at Beryl's shoulder.
Crack~
With a single strike, Beryl's powerful magical defenses shattered completely like glass.
The man collapsed heavily onto the ground.
Nameless stepped forward: "You can keep running."
"Damn junior, I will never forgive you!" Beryl panickedly tried to get away.
But he had nowhere to retreat, forced to lean against the wall, staring at the other with a mix of rage and fear.
Swoosh~
Nameless swung his sword again.
This strike cut directly through Beryl's body, severing the Spirit Origin he possessed!
He was reduced from a powerful user of Woodwose's Spirit Origin to an ordinary mage.
"Ahhh, no! This is my power! Fujimaru Ritsuka, you truly deserve to die!"
Beryl instantly went mad.
That single sword strike had actually pierced his magic circuits and severed the Woodwose Spirit Origin he had obtained.
Stripping him of all his power.
This terrified him more than death itself!
The most dreadful despair had descended.
Yet Nameless walked over unhurriedly, smiling as he said, "This was never your power to begin with—you merely stole it."
The so-called powerful magecraft was purely a casual reward from Queen Morgan, given for his dog-like obedience and loyalty.
The so-called powerful fairy Spirit Origin was simply him reaping the spoils after Nameless defeated Woodwose.
Everything Beryl had gained was through various schemes and deceit.
Not a single thing was rightfully earned through honorable means.
Nameless said softly, "By the power of my Command Spell, Mash, attack him!"
"Yes, Senpai!"
Without hesitation, Mash swung her shield, smashing it fiercely toward him.
This bastard should have died long ago.
Naturally, she showed no mercy whatsoever.
"No! Mash, how can you attack me? I love you so much!" Beryl frantically dodged.
Even at this critical moment, he still thought to confess his feelings, trying to make her change her mind.
Boom!
Mash swung her shield with all her might: "Get lost, you twisted, perverted monster! You have no right to speak of love!"
"Ah, no! Stop!"
Beryl screamed in terror.
However.
After having his Spirit Origin stripped away, he was now just an ordinary mage.
Utterly incapable of withstanding a blow from the walls of Camelot.
The defensive barriers he hastily erected were effortlessly shattered by Mash.
Along with his entire body, he was sent flying, crashing into a wall several meters away and creating a massive crack in it.
Pfft~
Beryl vomited blood profusely, already feeling his internal organs rupturing.
For the first time, he became aware of death's approach.
All his previous schemes, intrigues, and manipulations now seemed to mock him mercilessly.
"Come, let's play a little game. I'll ask, and you answer."
Nameless strode over: "1000 - 7 = ?"
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
Beryl was stunned, not understanding what the other intended.
The next second.
He instantly understood.
Nameless swung his sword without hesitation, cleanly severing one of his fingers.
That familiar face wore its usual smile as he said, "Come, let's continue. What is 1000 - 7?"
"Ahhh, it hurts! You bastard, how dare you torture me like this!"
Beryl screamed in agony.
He never expected this seemingly gentle junior to strike without hesitation.
Crack!
Another sword strike fell, and a second finger was severed, blood spurting out!
The demonic voice sounded again: "Continue, 1000 - 7 = ?"