Fairy Round Table Realm, Poem of Eternal Mist

'Vivian...no...Morgan...' The Eternal King coughed up blood, 'You're still alive...'

"Your Majesty!" Vivian rushed forward to help him, "What happened? Michelle and everyone..."

'I have committed a grave sin...this is God's punishment...'

'You've never done anything wrong! Why...'

'We fairies of Paradise...we had a mission we had to complete...but I...' The Eternal King's aura grew weaker and weaker, 'I'm sorry...I can no longer use the Holy Lance...'

Vivian was caught in a dilemma. To save the Fairy Kingdom, she needed to use the Holy Lance, but what about the king before her? As she hesitated, the Eternal King's body began to turn transparent.

"Your Majesty! What's wrong? Your Majesty!"

'The time has come... Vivian... The Fairy Kingdom cannot end here... Please...'

(The figure of the Eternal King flickered like a candle in the wind, his unfinished words dissipating into the pure white space. The light of the Holy Lance burned ever brighter, as if awaiting a new master.)

As the voice of the Eternal King faded, the pure white space crumbled like shattered glass. The blood-stained royal city and the carnage of corpses reappeared before her. The overwhelming hordes of Morse continued to close in, but Vivian knew that there was no time for hesitation—if she remained lost and indecisive, the entire Fairy Kingdom would ultimately perish.

She raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and resolutely stood up and walked towards the gleaming spear.

'This is the end... I will rewrite the fate of the Fairy Kingdom!'

If this had been merely an accident, Vivian might have peacefully awaited the return of her one and only king, or left the matter to the court officials. But reality was far crueler than imagined—with the 'disappearance' of the Eternal King, all of Britain was plunged into a state of leaderlessness. Having lost the only force capable of resisting calamity, Moth's army seized the opportunity, plunging the land once again into the abyss of despair.

Gazing at the shimmering holy spear before her, Vivian reached out and gripped it without hesitation. In an instant, a violent backlash of magic pierced her entire body like a red-hot iron rod, searing pain instantly engulfing every inch of her skin. Even in this excruciating agony, enough to make one faint, she still held the spear handle tightly.

'If you wield the Holy Lance, you will no longer be merely the Child of Prophecy. From then on, you must use the scepter in your hand to protect the Fairy Kingdom—are you willing?'

“It doesn’t matter anymore…” Vivian’s voice was resolute. “I no longer want to be that timid girl. For a thousand years, I’ve always caused Her Majesty worry… Now, it’s my turn to inherit her will!”

Faced with the question posed from the void, her answer was resounding. Every fairy in the paradise understood that the moment they grasped the Holy Lance, they were no longer ordinary prophets, but guardians who had to fulfill their mission. Although her youthful face had not yet been ravaged by war, there was no trace of fear in her eyes at this moment.

The Holy Lance shone with unprecedented brilliance in her hand. Vivian closed her eyes, concentrated, and chanted aloud:

[The Holy Lance—Anchor Pulled! Radiating brilliance at the edge... It can tear the sky and connect the earth! Anchor of the Storm! 'The Lance Shining at the Farthest Point (Rhongomyniad)'!]

Even though it was restrained by the Thirteen Restraints and unable to unleash its full power, this lance that sang of starlight still erupted with earth-shattering force—as the 'Pillar of Light' that held the surface of the world together, the Holy Lance Rungomminiad was completely unleashed in the face of calamity. Brilliant golden light burst forth from Mecaro, sweeping across the British sky like a tidal wave, purifying the murky purple-black evil mist and restoring the dreamlike pink dome.

However, when the golden light faded, what remained was a land ravaged and riddled with holes. Who could have imagined that in just a moment, the prosperous fairy kingdom would be transformed into a living hell, with not a single living soul to be found—this was the cruel truth that Vivian had experienced sixteen days ago.

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As Vivian recounted the tragedy of sixteen days prior, Mashu felt as if she had personally experienced that catastrophe. Although the purplish-black monsters were no longer to be seen in the fairy kingdom before her, the fear she had just witnessed still sent chills down her spine. Those writhing tentacles and scarlet eyes still made her shudder at the memory.

'Miss Vivian... I'm so sorry to hear this.' Mashu asked softly, 'Have you been alone for the past sixteen days...?'

"That's right." Vivian stood up, her back to her, her voice filled with exhaustion.

After the Holy Lance's brilliance faded, the once ornately engraved blade gradually dimmed. Although the calamity had been averted, the life of the Fairy Kingdom was extinguished as well. Ruins and desolation became the only scenery on this land; beneath the pink sky, there was no longer laughter or song, only the crumbling walls silently telling of the pain.

For sixteen days and nights, Vivian searched frantically through the ruins. Steel bars cut her palms, and torrential rain soaked her clothes, yet she stubbornly searched for every possible glimmer of life. However, on this vast expanse of scorched earth, hope was as faint as the stars.

'Miss Vivian...'

"Hey," a clear voice suddenly interrupted, "I was just about to ask, how did you survive the calamity unscathed?"

Mashu looked in the direction of the voice and saw a pink-haired girl standing on the rock. Her petite figure looked strangely familiar: 'Wait...you're Habetroth? You've come to this era too?'

The girl tilted her head in confusion: 'Habertlot? Who's that? I'm Totolot, Vivian mentioned me when she examined you.'

'Totorut? You—'

There are two people in this world who look so alike. Mashu stared in disbelief at the girl in front of her, who was like a mirror image of Habetroth, until the other blushed and turned her head away.

'Mashi, please don't stare like that... it's bothering me...'

"I'm sorry," Mashu apologized quickly, "because you look so much like a friend of mine... practically identical."

"Perhaps Miss Mashu really did encounter a miracle." Vivian approached with a smile. "The probability of that is extremely low. However, I'm also very interested to know the answer to Totolute's question earlier."

Faced with their expectant gazes, Mashu was momentarily speechless. She couldn't tell them the truth about the future, yet she didn't want to fabricate a clumsy lie. Torn between these conflicting emotions, she finally stammered:

'I'm sorry... I don't think I remember clearly... I saw you all when I woke up...'

She subconsciously looked away, a subtle movement that went unnoticed. Vivian nodded thoughtfully, bending down to look Mashu in the eye:

'I understand—Ms. Mashu was also a victim of the disaster. Even if her memory is hazy, I will do my best to help you recover. But now—'

She suddenly looked into the distance, her words abruptly ceasing. Following her gaze, Mashu held her breath in shock—

In the northern border of the Fairy Kingdom stood a colossal tree, its pale bark encasing a deep blue core, its gnarled branches reaching towards the sky like demonic claws. Mash, who had experienced multiple Lostbelts, immediately recognized it as the Imaginary Tree, which she hadn't seen upon landing. It had appeared in the Fairy Kingdom two thousand years ago, and had already sprouted and branched out, its condition identical to that seen in China and India.

(The Imaginary Tree of the Fairy Kingdom from two thousand years ago has not disappeared... What does this mean? Judging from its growth... Could it be that Miss Vivian is planning to...?)

'Ms. Mashu? What's wrong?'

Seeing Mashu gazing into the distance, lost in thought for a long time, Vivian couldn't help but call out softly. Mashu then snapped out of her reverie and smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

'It's nothing... Miss Vivian, that's...'

"You mean Seifert?" Vivian's gaze returned to the towering tree. "Now it's the last hope of the Fairy Kingdom..."

'Huh?'

'When Her Majesty was alive, she used the power of this divine tree to rebuild the Fairy Kingdom. She warned me that unless absolutely necessary, I must never use this source of life that sustains the Fairy Kingdom... But given the current situation...'

Mashu's heart skipped a beat. (Your Majesty? Perhaps this opportunity could provide information about the former monarch.) 'Indeed... the Fairy Kingdom is now ravaged. Vivian...'

'It's time to fulfill my mission.' Vivian gripped her staff tightly. 'I must inherit His Majesty's will and save this kingdom!'

"I understand how you feel." Mashu stepped forward. "Please allow me to lend you a hand, okay?"

'Huh?'

This sudden request stunned Vivian. In her long years of serving in the palace, no one had ever offered her a helping hand. The shadows of the past made her instinctively hesitate, but Mashu's sincere gaze warmed her heart.

"Although this might be wishful thinking on my part..." Mashu explained earnestly, "I also want to do my part. Besides, I'm also searching for something important that I've lost. Miss Vivian, please!"

Side Quest: The First Child of Paradise - Fairy Round Table Realm, The Poem of Eternal Mist

Paradise, a dreamlike realm that lingers in the dreams of all the people of the fairy kingdom.

Legend has it that there is no disease or strife there, only an ever-blooming sea of ​​pink flowers. A gentle breeze, as warm as spring, caresses the clear, mirror-like sky, and the filth of the world can never taint this pure land. Since the birth of the Fairy Kingdom, countless inhabitants have devoted their lives to searching for this secluded paradise; some have died without finding it, while others have perished along the way. For the people of the Fairy Kingdom, paradise is both their heart's desire and an unattainable dream.

Deep within the park, a sea woven from starlight flows silently. Vibrant colors blend against the deep sky, adding a touch of mystery to the boundless ocean. Today, the brilliant starlight is slightly dimmed, but this does not diminish the sacredness of this hidden realm.

On the sea, a blonde girl stood silently. Her pure white dress accentuated her radiant skin, and her youthful face radiated an otherworldly innocence. Facing this magnificent Starry Sea, there was no surprise in her eyes, as if she had lived there for millennia.

'Should I go to the Fairy Kingdom?' the girl asked, looking up at the void.

A booming voice echoed through the space: 'Yes, Liliana. As a fairy of Paradise, it is time to fulfill your mission.'

This girl named Liliana is a child of a foreign land born in Paradise—a superior being unlike ordinary fairies, a fairy of Paradise who maintains the balance.

“I understand.” Liliana nodded gently. “The mission of the fairies in Paradise is to help them atone for their sins.”

'If the fairy cannot atone for her sins in time, the collapse of the planet will be inevitable due to 'its' awakening. At that time, Earth will become nothing more than a memory in the universe... Liliana...'

A chilling light flashed in her emerald eyes, and golden magic markings suddenly swirled within them. A flash of light, and her pristine white dress transformed into a silver-white uniform. As the girl turned, the hem of her dress traced a resolute arc.

'I'll take care of this right away.'

'Remember, Liliana, you must never disobey the mission of the fairies of Paradise. And never trust the people of the Fairy Kingdom too much—if you become too deeply involved, you will never return…'

'I see.'

'I hope you will keep your promise. Now, set off, Liliana.'

I will certainly not fail your trust.

The girl walked towards the passage constructed of pure white light. The Starry Sea, an insurmountable obstacle for ordinary fairies, was merely a convenient gateway for her. As her figure faded into the radiance, the Starry Sea returned to tranquility, and shimmering starlight once more showered upon this pristine sacred realm—

Fairy Calendar Year 4000, Orkney Region

The pink sky and golden clouds adorn this land like a fairy tale. Even before a unified dynasty has been established, the dreamlike atmosphere of the Fairy Kingdom has already permeated every inch of the air. The city of Orkni, located in the northern border of Usumu, is shrouded in misty vapor all year round. As the capital of the Rain Clan, its humid climate perfectly reflects the characteristics of its lord.

The Rain Clan, who survived the catastrophe that swept through the Fairy Kingdom, joined forces with the Mirror Clan to achieve final victory. To escape the ravages of war, they eventually settled here, recuperating amidst the gentle sound of rain. And today, this misty city welcomes a special visitor.

'Halt! Why is your magic fluctuating so abnormally?'

'Could they be spies from the remnants of the Communist Party? Only they would exude such an eerie aura!'

Liliana, having just stepped out of the Starry Sea, was immediately met with harassment from the city gate guards. Her unique fairy-like magical energy drew the weapons of the soldiers. Adhering to the principle of not harming the innocent, the girl hurriedly explained:

'Please listen to me... I don't know what you mean, but I am definitely not a spy...'

'Every spy says the same thing! Prepare to die!'

Seeing the soldiers assume an attack stance, Liliana gritted her teeth inwardly. (Would her first foray into the world be stained with blood?) Just as the azure magic circle bloomed beneath her feet, a clear voice rang out:

'Wait a minute—what happened?'

The newcomer wore a deep blue cloak, her flowing blue hair and eyes gleaming with wisdom. Despite her conservative attire, her elegant curves were undeniable. She carefully observed the flustered Liliana and gently waved her hand:

'Step back, this girl can't be a spy.'

'But Your Excellency...'

'Those whose eyes have been stained with blood can never retain such a pure light.'

After the soldiers packed up and left, Liliana breathed a sigh of relief. If it weren't for this woman's intervention, she couldn't imagine that her first experience in the world would involve fighting. She sincerely thanked her: 'Thank you for getting me out of that predicament...'

"No need to worry. The war has just ended, and it's inevitable that people are still uneasy." The woman smiled and nodded. "I am Sophia, the lord of this city. Child, what is your name?"

Seeing that the other party meant no harm, Liliana lowered her guard and politely replied, "I am Liliana, a fairy from Paradise sent by the Inner Sea of ​​the Stars to complete a mission."

'paradise?'

The word seemed to possess a magical power, instantly freezing the air. In this era that yearned for paradise yet could not attain it, the legends of the paradise fairies were both alluring and terrifying. Their magic, vastly different from that of ordinary fairies, and their near-immortality, made them anomalies in the eyes of many fairies.

Sophia, however, remained unusually calm. The legends she had heard on the battlefield flashed through her mind—the appearance of the Paradise Fairy was a sign of impending doom. She raised a hand to quell the commotion: 'Since the Paradise Fairy has descended upon Britain, there must be a reason. Liliana, could you explain your purpose?'

"It's alright. In fact, the original sin of the fairies is the root cause of the great calamity that has struck for millennia. This all dates back to the time when the fairy kingdom was still the 'Sea of ​​Nothingness'—"

In the primitive era twelve thousand years ago in the Fairy Calendar, Britain did not yet possess a solid land. As far as the eye could see, there was only a desolate world composed of a gray sky and a monotonous sea. The fairies were like rootless duckweed, enduring the torment of suffering in endless drifting.

A turning point arrived at an unknown moment. A colossal being, later known as 'God,' pierced the mist, bringing life to this desolate land. Legend says it was covered in moon-white fur, its outstretched arms reached twenty meters, its towering body exceeded eighty meters, and it possessed enormous antlers resembling a fusion of moose and reindeer. Although its true form remained a mystery, it was this enigmatic being who shaped the land of Britain and sheltered the six remaining primordial fairies.

In gratitude, the 'god' bestowed upon the six fairies a sacred mission—to forge the Star Sword. This was not merely the forging of a weapon, but also a preventative measure to ward off future calamities.

However, their long-standing dissolute lifestyle had already eroded the fairies' minds. What began as mere laziness and shirking of work gradually gave rise to resentment towards the 'god'. They blamed their hard work on their benefactor, believing that the 'god' had deprived them of their freedom to enjoy themselves. Resentment spread like a poisonous vine, ultimately leading to tragedy—the six fairies plotted to kill the benefactor who had given them new life, and even built their home on the god's body, completely forgetting the promise of the holy sword.

From then on, the seeds of the curse were sown. Every thousand years, the resentment of the 'gods' would manifest as calamities that swept across Britain, both as punishment for betrayal and as a lament for the injustice of the world.