Fairy Round Table Realm, Poem of Eternal Mist

The familiar voice made her look up abruptly. Emerging from the dark blue light was not the majestic queen, but another Morgan, with blonde hair and blue robes. The ruby ​​on her chest had lost its former luster, only her staff still radiated a ghostly glow.

'Your Majesty? What is this...?'

Morgan lightly stroked his staff, his gaze as cold as moonlight: 'Having come here in this manner, don't you understand?'

Artoria lowered her eyes: 'I don't know... I don't know where to go, or how to proceed.'

Morgan sighed softly at the expected answer. She reached out and cupped the girl's face, her fingertips carrying an incredible tenderness: "Then, let me tell you a story—"

-

Long, long ago, on the border of the Fairy Kingdom, stood an ancient ash tree. Every evening, a golden-haired fairy would sit beneath the tree, gazing wistfully at the sky dyed red by the sunset. Two portraits lay open on her lap: one depicting the knight who had fought alongside her, and the other the legendary savior, Liliana.

'If only you were still here...' The girl sighed softly as she put away the scroll and embarked on her journey alone.

As a fairy descended from paradise, she bore the mission of cleansing the world of evil. The pilgrimage was long and arduous, and she methodically rang six bell towers, traversing wastelands strewn with bones. When the last bell echoed through the valley, she paused before the rift at the edge of the world.

'I love this land deeply…' she said, her hand resting on the sword at her waist, gazing at the distant village where smoke curled from its chimneys. 'I want Britain to endure forever.'

And so the tree of dreams fell in the flames, and the war was extinguished in the cold winter. The story ends with the victory of the lonely king.

-

Artoria gazed silently at Morgan as he recounted his past. It turned out that even this majestic queen had once wavered, yet still managed to accomplish a mission a hundred times more difficult than what she was facing now.

'Do you understand now?' Morgan asked softly.

'Cleanse the fairies' sins...' Artoria clutched her clothes, 'But I'm too weak...I've witnessed too many tragedies I couldn't help...I don't deserve to be called the Child of Prophecy.'

A warm palm suddenly landed on her head. Morgan stroked the trembling girl, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze: 'You have companions willing to walk with you. As long as you don't stray from the right path, they will surely stay with you to the end.'

Artoria lifted her tear-filled eyes, Ritsuka's resolute face and Senji Muramasa's cheerful smile flashing through her mind. 'Yes... I still have them.' She wiped away her tears. 'This time, I will not give up halfway; I will chase the stars without stopping.'

"Regarding the Collapse..." Morgan changed the subject, "If you seek the root cause, we can still cooperate. But if you choose to cut the Lostbelts..." She tapped the ground with her staff, "then we'll have no choice but to fight."

Artoria stared blankly at the Queen. It turned out that the initial declaration of war was actually meant to inspire their growth.

"Please tell Fujimaru Ritsuka for me." Morgan handed her a brand-new blue uniform. "She's the commander; she must be prepared to cut through any hesitation."

'Why did you do this on purpose...'

"Because she possesses an iron will." Morgan's eyes flashed with approval. "Even alone, she will fight against her predetermined fate. That's why I value her."

Artoria solemnly accepted the uniform, the fabric still carrying the fresh scent of ash. "I understand." She gazed at the burning sunset in the distance. "This time, we will forge a different path."

After the operational meeting concluded, Da Vinci immediately sat down at the makeshift workbench and carefully used tweezers to pick up the chip extracted from the capsule wreckage. The fragment gleamed with a faint blue light, and intricate circuitry extended across its surface like veins in a leaf.

'Just as I thought…' She adjusted the focus of her eyepiece, 'resonating with the Throne of Heroes through this spirit circuit. Diana never managed to unleash its true potential.' Her fingertip touched the edge of the chip, and an arc of electricity suddenly leaped up, leaving a trail of ozone in the air.

She turned and opened her toolbox, revealing a variety of precision instruments laid out on the table. A screwdriver twirled deftly between her fingers, and adjusting tweezers precisely gripped a wire as thin as a hair. 'Let me see the complete structure of this device...'

Meanwhile, Sei Shonagon leaned alone against the window. Moonlight filtered through her bandages, outlining her pale profile. Her usually smiling blue eyes were now dull and lifeless, reflecting the shattered starry sky outside. Her fingertips unconsciously traced the etched lines on the windowpane, as if writing a waka poem no one could understand. The night breeze ruffled her loose hair, carrying the faint scent of medicine emanating from the medical tent.

The Secret of Fairy Knight Gareth - Fairy Round Table Realm, Poem of Eternal Mist

In the distant past, the native fairies of the Fairy Kingdom gradually lost their ability to reproduce, and the entire race faced a crisis of survival. A turning point came when humans appeared on this land. Initially, the two races rarely interacted, but as a few humans interbred with fairies, miraculously, fertile hybrid offspring were born.

In order to perpetuate their bloodline, the fairies embarked on various experiments. The most primitive method was to extract and fuse the life energy of two individuals to create an embryo; there were also experiments using cell fusion and magic to create new life. However, what fascinated the fairies the most were the unique reproductive cells within the human body.

After countless inhumane experiments, the mountains of corpses finally yielded a 'breakthrough'. The fairies extracted so-called 'essence' from the dissected human bodies, and after implanting it into themselves, they actually regained their fertility. This 'great invention' quickly spread, and within just one month, the fairy kingdom's conception rate reached an unprecedented peak.

But beneath the glamorous facade lies a shocking truth: the human population in the Fairy Kingdom has plummeted by 85%, abandoned experimental subjects litter the wilderness, and the stench of rotting flesh attracts flocks of vultures. This bloody truth is tightly sealed off; apart from the 129 fairies who participated in the experiments, all the people believe it to be a selfless technological revolution.

In this land where interracial love is commonplace, unions between dwarves and giants, or orcs and demons, are not unusual. Only the succubus race has rarely intermarried with other races—until the appearance of Toreno Ete, the ice fairy of the Mirror Clan.

As a member of the royal guard, Toreno, despite possessing powerful ice magic, willingly served as the squad leader. In the relatively peaceful era of the Fairy Kingdom, this squad only needed to maintain order in their jurisdiction, and daily patrols became his most familiar work rhythm.

This seemingly ordinary member of the royal guard encountered the succubus who would change his fate during a routine patrol—Kalia Teterissa. At that time, Teterissa was being hunted by the royal guard; in the eyes of all clans, succubi were a deadly threat. They fed on the life force of men, weakening them at best and taking their lives at worst.

But Toreno sensed no danger from the trembling succubus. This blonde girl, cowering in the alley corner, was unlike any other succubus; her eyes were filled with terror, and her nails dug deeply into her palms with tension. He later learned that Theresa was an outcast, banished from her tribe for failing to complete her 'mission'.

"Come with me." Toreno severed the binding chains and, to his companions' astonishment, took the succubus's hand.

Theresa, who was prepared to be executed, was saved by the absurd actions of this ice fairy. As they spent more and more time together, the two misunderstood souls tied the knot amidst laughter, becoming the first ice fairy and succubus couple in the fairy kingdom.

-

In the steamy atmosphere of the hot spring, Kalia swept her long golden hair back over her shoulder, revealing her slender neck. Ritsuka listened to this story and was deeply moved by this love that transcended race. She helped herself to her feet, water droplets dripping from her hair.

"How did you end up becoming His Majesty Morgan's fairy knight?" Ritsuka asked curiously.

Kalia lightly touched the water's surface with her fingertip, creating ripples: 'Unlike other knights, my loyalty was voluntary. This brings us to the year 568 of the Queen's calendar...'

As a half-blood of the Mirror Clan and a succubus, Kalia should have been the most delicate flower in a greenhouse. Her family's privileged conditions would have been enough for her to live a comfortable life, but she chose a completely different path. From a young age, she diligently practiced ice magic and combat skills day and night.

Toreno was initially puzzled by his daughter's unusual diligence in her studies until he discovered that she genuinely wanted to improve the ice magic she inherited from her father. So he spared no expense in hiring renowned teachers, and Kalia lived up to expectations—by the age of sixteen she was able to build a magic workshop, master advanced ice magic such as 'Absolute Zero', and her physical skills were enough to easily subdue adult strongmen.

Soon, the reputation of the 'golden-haired genius' spread throughout the Fairy Kingdom, even reaching Morgan in Camelot. When the Queen announced the selection of six fairy knights, countless competitors emerged from among the 640,000 residents. Standing amidst the throngs heading to the royal city, Kalia gazed up at the distant ivory tower, determined to become one of the knights who would protect this kingdom.

Having survived rigorous selection processes and emerged victorious from among a thousand candidates, Kalia stood alone in the empty waiting hall. A bronze-faced soldier pushed open the gilded doors, his deep voice echoing through the hall: 'Miss Kalia Chera, His Majesty summons you.'

"Yes." The girl tried to remain calm as she straightened her collar, but her fingertips trembled slightly. In the Fairy Kingdom, very few people had ever seen the Queen in person; she had only seen blurry silhouettes in newspapers.

The moment she stepped into the throne room, the dazzling light almost blinded her. Crystal chandeliers hanging from the dome reflected the marble floor like a mirror, while at the far end of the hall, the dark blue throne resembled a lurking beast. Two female knights with contrasting auras stood silently on either side—a petite figure with blue armor covering her face and a butterfly-winged warrior in red and silver armor; the magical fluctuations emanating from them made the air feel thick and sticky.

"More surprising than the rumors suggested." Morgan put down the list, her veil fluttering slightly. "Those who made it to the finals are indeed extraordinary."

"I am deeply grateful for Your Majesty's favor..." Kalia curtsied, his voice trembling slightly.

Morgan suddenly raised his hand: 'What would you do if I launched an attack right now?'

Four dark green spikes appeared without warning, just inches from the girl's throat! In a flash, a bone-chilling cold swept through the hall, and an ice crystal shield instantly solidified around Kalia. The spikes struck the ice shield with a clear, ringing sound, and ice shards flew like diamonds and stars.

As the cold mist dissipated, Morgan stood before her, his fingertips lightly touching the still-humming ice shield: 'From this day forward, you are my knight.' The queen's gaze swept over the other two knights, 'Sylph, Melusin, these are your new companions.'

'Fairy Knight... Gareth.' Kalia murmured the new name bestowed upon her, tears of longing welling in her eyes. She was unaware that in another time and space, this name carried a fate of unwavering loyalty and tragic destiny. And in this world, her knightly tale was only just beginning.

Driven by jealousy of Kalia's being crowned Fairy Knight, the other candidates turned their wrath on her family. When Kalia rushed back to Orkney's mansion, crimson blood had already soaked through the marble tiles of the porch.

"Why drag my parents into this!" The girl's cries echoed in the hall, but were only met with the thugs' sneers.

'Since we can't have it, you can't have it either!'

A sharp blade flashed, and blood gushed from her parents' necks like blooming spider lilies. Time seemed to freeze in that moment. Kalia watched helplessly as her parents' heads rolled away, their final, silent blessing echoing in her ears: "Our daughter... has finally become His Majesty's knight..."

'No--!!!'

When Kalia regained consciousness, the mansion had been transformed into a frozen hell. The two murderers were pinned to the wall by ice spikes, and one of their corpses, frozen in ice crystals with a terrified expression, remained encased in the ice. The girl kneeling in a pool of blood had her armor stained crimson, her fingertips touching her parents' cold faces.

'It's all my fault...' she repeated mechanically, as a purplish-black mist began to emanate from her. Morse greedily gathered, about to devour this body filled with despair.

'Back off! '

Morgan's figure broke through the gloom, her silver hair fluttering in the cold wind. She waved her cane to shoo away Morse, then embraced the trembling girl: 'I'm too late...'

'Your Majesty... Father and the others...' Kalia clutched the Queen's clothes and wept uncontrollably, like a lost child.

Morgan gently stroked her blood-stained blonde hair, his voice softer than ever before: 'From this day forward, I will protect you. Now that you are my knight, you are my family.'

'But this isn't yours...'

'If he is my knight, he is my child.' The queen's cloak enveloped the girl like wings. 'I will never let this tragedy repeat itself.'

Fairy Kingdom Manchester

Manchester, nestled in the northern border of Gloucester, is a peaceful city far removed from the hustle and bustle. Orcs and half-orcs stroll along its simple European-style streets, cast iron lamps casting dappled shadows in the afternoon sun. But today, an unusual tension permeates a villa on the outskirts of the city.

"Tell me," Mordred, the fairy knight, leaned against the doorframe, sparks flying from his hair, "your reason for hiding in Manchester like a coward?"

Bagst hurriedly stuffed the bag of potato chips into the sofa cushions; his two-meter-tall frame appeared unusually clumsy in his casual clothes: 'I just... need to rest...'

'Rest in peace?' Mordred sneered, the humidity in the air suddenly rising. 'Given his true name being exposed, he's completely demoralized? That's not like Black Dog.'

Seeing the other party remain silent, the weather fairy suddenly approached. Blue-white lightning danced at her fingertips, and an invisible pressure slammed Bagst onto the sofa: 'Don't forget who's helping you suppress the calamity! Or perhaps—' thunderclouds gathered in her pupils, 'you want to become a traitor like Kelby?'

"Enough!" Bagst slapped away the airflow that was binding her. "Don't try to lecture me with Melusin's methods!"

"Get back to Camelot by noon tomorrow." Mordred turned, creating a gust of wind that made the portico chimes rattle violently. "Or I'll personally nail you to the steps of the throne room."

The villa fell silent again, save for the fluttering of startled birds outside the window. Bagst stared at the melting iced tea on the coffee table, droplets sliding down the sides of the glass, like her crumbling defenses.

Fairy Kingdom Resistance Fortress - Dawn

After a sleepless night of adjustments, Leonardo da Vinci finally held up the revitalized capsule at dawn. The morning light streamed through the windows of his studio, casting a molten gold-like glow on the red casing, while the gemstone set in the center shone with a soft light, like an awakened eye.

"It's done!" She gently placed the capsule in Ritsuka's palm. "Not only did I repair the structure, but I also optimized the activation method—now it can be activated directly without a sublimator."

Ritsuka carefully examined the exquisite creation; within the gemstone, nebulae seemed to swirl. "But Leonardo da Vinci, should we really use this technology?"

"Consider it an extra layer of protection." Da Vinci said, gathering the scattered gears and wires. "In this perilous world, we must utilize every possible means." She suddenly became serious. "Remember, only use them as a last resort."

Just as Ritsuka put the capsule into her pocket, a shower of pink and white petals suddenly bloomed on the open ground outside the fortress. Amidst the swirling petals, a white-haired woman quietly appeared. The hem of her pure white dress brushed against the scorched earth, and the grid-like crystal on her scepter resonated with the dawn light. The petal-shaped hair ornament adorning her forehead trembled slightly, like the antennae sensing prey.

'Is that the fledgling that escaped Kelby's clutches?' The woman lightly tapped her chin with her scepter, a ripple of emotion in her pink eyes. 'More...delicious than I imagined.' Her fingertips traced the crystal surface, reflecting Ritsuka's image. 'Let your older sister see how long you can shine on this stage~'

A sweet, soft laugh drifted away on the wind, and her figure transformed once more into fluttering petals, leaving only a faint lilac scent in the air. Suddenly, the wind chimes on the fortress watchtower rang in unison, startling flocks of birds into flight.

Merlin Project - Fairy Realm of the Round Table, Poem of Eternal Mist

Avalon Eternal Flower Sea

Pink and white petals swirled ceaselessly in the breeze, while the platinum tower standing in the center of the sea of ​​flowers reflected a radiance otherworldly. Plum Blossom leaned against the stone railing of the courtyard, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the path of an ever-blooming rose. Suddenly, the nightmare frowned, her wide sleeves sweeping away the swirling blossoms.

'Interesting…' He gazed at the fairy kingdom appearing in the crystal ball. 'A magical fluctuation identical to mine is appearing? This is far more interesting than Oberon's little tricks.'

Petals gathered around him in a vortex, reflecting a rare bewilderment in the wise man's eyes. 'A parallel world's 'me'?' He chuckled softly, his scepter shattering the reflected illusion. 'I hope that 'me' won't make things too difficult for those destined children...'

Rebel Fortress - Dawn Breaks

Ritsuka gently stroked the red capsule in her palm, the gem's core shimmering with a liquid flame-like luster in the dawn light. After Leonardo da Vinci's modifications, this dangerous weapon had become her last line of defense.

"It can be activated at any time." Leonardo da Vinci checked the energy circuit one last time, "but remember, this is a game of life and death."

Ritsuka nodded and put the capsule into her inner pouch, a slight burning sensation emanating from beneath the fabric. She recalled that afternoon when she was dragged into the nightmare amusement park; Diana's shrill laughter and Kelby's dagger still haunted her dreams.

Last night's strategic meeting lasted until moonset. On the pilgrimage map unfolded by Artoria, six clock towers resembled a crown woven from thorns. The northern fortress occupied by the Fang Clan, the blood-stained ruins of the Mirror Clan, the elusive floating city of the Wind Clan... every marker was imbued with the perilousness of the road ahead.

'Ritsuka…' Artoria suddenly asked softly, the morning light trembling on her eyelashes, 'The resolve to oppose the Queen, are you truly…'

"I've already made up my mind." Ritsuka's answer cut off any hesitation, her clear voice startling the robin perched on the window frame. "From the Russian tundra, every Lostbelt has taught me the same lesson—some paths must be walked alone."