Clotho spoke softly, her voice carrying the weight of destiny’s authority.
Through the power of fate,
Everyone present had witnessed, what should have been a mere three-year journey,
Yet felt like an eternity.
And so, they understood what had happened.
The pegasus had carried him, to the p...
"Would you like to come and see it?"
Promise ignored the antics of Melly and Merlin and turned toward Morgan, Vivian, and the others, extending an invitation to them.
"The moment when the Holy Sword is forged."
It was also—
The moment this Lostbelt world would meet its end.
Morgan did not ...
And with that revelation,
Many things that had already happened suddenly became far easier to understand.
On that day, when the Goddess of Fate descended from the Temple of Destiny into this Lostbelt—
On that day, Melly had traveled from afar, arriving as a guardian,
A watcher, entrusted by the Count...
As Melly’s voice fell, a beautiful chanting incantation followed.
Unlike Merlin, who was not adept at reciting spells, her incantations were swift and concise, carrying a melancholic resonance, as if mourning for the world.
Under that singing-like fairy incantation, countless flower petals danced in the mornin...
"So... that guy has been trying to rewrite fate this whole time?"
Mellie, the only one who remained relaxed among all, was the first to speak.
"All that talk about wanting to destroy the Lostbelt was a lie?"
"No... not a lie. More like... a side effect?"
Thinking about all this, she couldn't help b...
At this point, it no longer mattered whether Morgan believed Mellie’s excuses or not.
The overwhelming curse energy surged forth, and in the next moment, her consciousness returned to the throne.
The slumbering Queen of the Lostbelt, the Winter Queen, Morgan, opened her eyes.
Yet even as Morgan departed...
"By now, she should have already met Morgan."
Inside the dimly lit room, Promise stood by the window, gazing in the direction where Mellie had disappeared and spoke in a tone, full of certainty.
He had already guessed Mellie’s purpose in coming here tonight.
Besides seeing him, she was also here to mee...
Recently, the quiet Fairy Kingdom of Camelot has been filled with unexpected laughter.
But that wasn’t the most surprising part.
What truly stood out was that the source of this laughter was none other than the aloof queen, Morgan, the ruler of all of Fairy Britain.
In the afternoon garden, dressed in ...
A week later,
In the fairy kingdom of Camelot, in front of the throne of Morgan, the lord of the Lostbelt.
Promise, who had disappeared for an entire week, walked in today, arriving in front Morgan—the one who sat high upon her throne, gazing down at him as she opened her eyes.
Her cold, emotionless b...
That night, Vivian confirmed something,
Promise was indeed mysterious.
And he truly was dazzling.
Like a shooting star streaking across the dark night sky, drawing all eyes to it until the moment it finally fell.
"I think I finally understand why the gods care so much about you... If it’s you, y...
Vivian asked hesitantly in a cautious voice.
"Yes, it’s me, your loyal pet, beautiful princess," Promise replied with a smile as he looked into her increasingly bright eyes and walked toward her with that familiar warmth.
"Promise?” Vivian called out again, this time louder.
"I’m here."
“Pr...
When the girl finished her words with a lighthearted smile, she was met with Promise’s slightly disdainful gaze.
Tilting her head, she girl looked at Promise, then at Clotho, who still had her head down and seemed utterly indifferent.
With a quick glance back at Promise, she chuckled and said, "I’m really n...
"Even so, you won’t abandon Vivian,” Atropos did not show any emotion because of his words, and said calmlly.
As the eldest of the Fates, she controlled the cutting of life’s threads, embodying logic and maturity devoid of sentiment.
Vivian and the queen Morgan may have been the same person, but Atropos......
In this way, the fate of the Fairy Nation’s Rain Clan was rewritten.
Fairy Knight Lancelot, who was the strongest existence from the moment of her birth, repaid the kindness of Promise for granting her sentience by protecting the clan that was originally doomed to extinction and saving Vivian.
However, just as...
Time passed quietly as Morgan waited.
Waiting, for Morgan, had long become second nature.
The time was short, and soon the night fell.
Under the moonlight, Promise also woke up.
Rising, he looked up at the night sky, where countless stars adorned the heavens.
The ideal scenario, of course, w...
The Dragon of Albion.
Just as Servants and Heroic Spirits have classifications and rankings—where the finest among them are titled Grand Servants, the Dragon of Albion is the "Grand" Dragon of this world!
In the original history, as the Age of Gods came to an end, the Dragon of Albion chose to remain on the su...
In the Lostbelt, during the 4000th year of Fairy Britain’s calendar, Promise arrived in a time untouched by catastrophe, a moment where nothing had yet begun.
The Rain Clan, one of the six fairy kingdoms, had not yet perished and was still thriving. Vivian had not yet taken on the alias "Ash" or embarked on her long ...
And just as Promise hesitated, unsure of how to respond, and the temperature around him began dropping rapidly, the cold becoming tangible, and the murderous intent in Morgan's gaze growing increasingly clear...when.
Suddenly, two knocks echoed from the door outside.
Then…
"Promise, are you back yet?"
This world was not part of true human history but a rejected fragment—a path of wrong choices and flawed trajectories that led to a dead end, discarded by the proper course of the world.
In short, a Lostbelt.
The reason Promise once again activated his Heroic Spirit Class Card to forge a new Heroic Spirit was ...
One month had passed since the end of the Holy Grail War.
At the Chaldea Security Organization, dedicated to preserving humanity’s future, a short-haired girl with pink hair strolled quietly through a corridor.
She was wearing a crisp white uniform, and at this time, her violet eyes, half-covered by her hair, ...
N-No way...
"Lady Hera, are you saying...?" Promise’s voice trembled, and he couldn’t even bring himself to voice the suspicion in his heart.
Seeing his shaken state, Hera simply smiled, and even revealed an expression radiating satisfaction, as though she had been waiting for this moment for a very long tim...
"So, didn't I tell you from the start to keep things low-key?!"
The next day, after Promise and Flat settled the outcome with chess, the sun rose, the former suddenly received a call from Weber at the suburban villa.
As expected, the moment the call connected, Promise was greeted with a tirade of scolding, with ...
"Well, that’s that!"
As everyone stood frozen, too stunned by what had just transpired to speak, Promise acted as though he had merely performed a trivial task.
He clapped his hands, stored away his paintbrush, and turned to Jeanne with a grin.
"Well, now you owe me a favor. In the future, you’ll ha...
"The gap is just too large... What a monster!"
Even though Faldeus had mentally prepared himself, witnessing the flawless radiance of the moon transform into a silver arrow in that boy's hand, and then seeing it strike down his Servant under the guidance of the night, still left him sighing in disbelief.
As for ...
Nightfall.
In the depths of the western forest.
Rin Tohsaka, dressed in her iconic red outfit, walked alongside several of Waver’s students and the Servant Hippolyta, who radiated vitality with every step.
"That guy, Promise, has finally made his move. I’ve been worried sick these past few days."
...
In the blink of an eye,
About five days had passed.
Five days later, at night.
Outside the Clock Tower, Waver's residence.
Waver, the Lord El-Melloi II, dressed formally, held a cigarette in his mouth and quietly waited in the cool night breeze for the visitor tonight.
...
Snowfield,
The town where the Holy Grail War had erupted, in a suburban villa belonging to one of Weber’s students.
"By the way, have any of you noticed that you seem to have overlooked something important?"
Promise, who had returned here once again, casually ignored the chatter and exclamations from th...
"What kind of terrifying story is this?'
No, I really don't want to be strangled!
Promise had initially wanted to resist, to question the destiny glimpsed by the Goddess Hecate in her visions of the future, however, as soon as he recovered from the suffocating sensation of being strangled by a goddess, he found ...
The latter gave her a warm smile but didn’t answer her question.
Instead, he turned his head slightly, gazing in Rin Tohsaka’s direction.
"First, as I said, let’s start with a greeting."
As Promise spoke, his eyes once again transformed into dazzling golden orbs imbued with divinity as a golden lyr...
Is that so...
Looking at Tohsaka Rin, the goddess hidden in her, and then looking at Ishtar thoughtfully, Promise finally understood everything.
Then he lowered his head and thought seriously for a moment, then quickly raised his head and smiled with determination in his heart.
"That's it... Since everyone...
