Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

Author: Qing Sanren

Introduction:

At the end of the 20th century, Herb Stanton opened his eyes to a world that was both familiar and strange. Twelve rulers, seven principles, countless paths... History was burning, and the past could not be traced.

So Heber stepped in and brought the history back on track.

In Albion, she was a sage in the court. She had witnessed the Red Dragon and Lionheart fight for the kingship, and the blood of Pendragon and Victoria coagulated under the Sword in the Stone.

In Egypt, she was the Secretary of Heaven, and she had witnessed the God King who reigned over the Great Red Sea of ​​Sand breaking taboos. The ruins of the desert echoed with the wild words of Ozymandias.

In the East, she traveled with the dragon, taught the twin shogun and the retired emperor, and sparked changes at the end of the shogunate.

In Atlantis, she made a wish for the pure water spirit to become a human being; in Shangri-La Kastriya, she discussed the meaning of wisdom and asceticism with the King of Enlightenment.

With her willpower not to really die (external link), Hebe saves others again and again. Suddenly looking back, she finds that her followers are as numerous as the sand on the sea.

But before that, there is one small problem.

"You didn't remember everything that happened in the Lostbelt, did you?" Miss Heber broke out in a cold sweat.

Volume 1: Herbe Stanton

A chill wind blew over the church spire in Alfie Square.

The rare sunshine in Albion peeked out from behind the clouds and shone on a corner of London.

Alfie Square is located on Church Street and is a famous antique market in London.

It was only seven o'clock in the morning, but Alfie Square was already bustling with people, and many second-hand shops had opened their doors to welcome a new day and new customers.

On the corner of the street, there is a small shop with a sign on the door that reads "Fox Lily Secondhand Goods".

The young shop owner came out yawning, her flaxen hair was a little frizzy, with a tuft of hair sticking up unruly.

Wearing a loose plaid shirt and baggy trousers, she walked to the door in plush slippers and flipped the hanging sign to "Open."

Then she pulled an elastic from her pocket and expertly tied her hair into a ponytail.

"It's been over a year..." A hint of regret flashed across Heber's deep green eyes. "Now I've completely adapted to my new body."

Herbe Stanton is a time traveler.

She came from the 21st century in another world. Until more than a year ago, she had a strange dream and when she woke up, she had replaced her own self in this world.

It took Hebe a long time to adapt to her new body, but what shocked her even more... or rather, left her speechless, was this new world that was both familiar and strange.

For example, in this "alternative Britain" Albion, although there is still a king and a parliament, the ruler on the throne is not the old lady who has been in power for a long time, and even her surname is "Pendragon".

Oh, by the way, the previous queen’s last name seemed to be Victoria…

If the makeshift team of two kings taking turns in power just makes people feel that "Greater Albion is going to end", then when Hebe sees the Red Dragon King of the Pendragon family on TV, he can't help but sigh that this world is really "upside down".

It's unclear which creator with a bad taste combined so many different settings into this comprehensive world... God knows how upset she felt when she learned that the owner of the small appliance repair shop next door was called Princess.

In addition, many cultural relics that should have been unearthed are still buried, and historical relics that should have been discovered are still lost.

There are so many phenomena like this that the history that should have been clear seems to be covered by countless mists.

As a former archaeologist, Heber was quite interested in this, but unfortunately, she couldn't make a living without rice. She has not yet accumulated enough start-up capital... If she had not inherited the second-hand store from the original owner's family, she might have been forced to go to the welfare center and apply for subsistence allowance assistance.

Oh, you may not even have the chance to get it.

In short, no matter how much Heber misses the past and looks forward to the future, she is now just an ordinary second-hand store owner.

As it approached noon, the number of pedestrians on the street gradually thinned out.

Heber curled his lips. It seemed like it was another day with no business.

"Game, start!"

She sat behind the counter and turned on her computer.

The computer desktop has a dark green wallpaper with a few faint zigzag lines, which looks like a minimalist artistic map.

Heber manipulated the mouse to click the game icon.

The computer screen went black, and then the dark green desktop slowly lit up.

A line of text emerges from the center.

"Secret History Simulator, welcome to your login, visitor [Knower]."

"Currently stranded in the Lostbelt - [1455, War of the Roses]. Current progress: 90%."

"The red dragon and the lion fight for the throne of Albion. The sword in the stone is watered with the precious blood of two roses. Where will the future of this country go?"

"Please make your choice. God bless the king, and the king bless me."

......

When Hebe opened her eyes again, she was standing in the shadow behind the curtain. The heavy curtains of Buckingham Palace prevented the courtiers from directly looking at the throne, thus creating an invisible majesty.

However, there was one exception, who were allowed to sit directly beside the throne.

That is the court mage, or the sage.

"Hu, hu, hu——" An old voice came from the throne, like a broken bellows.

Heber turned his head and looked into those golden-green eyes.

"You, you're back again."

The king on the throne was gasping for breath. To her, the crown was no longer an honor, but an extremely heavy burden.

"You are indeed old, my king," Hebe replied calmly. "When I first met you, you were just a peasant girl... I tried to dissuade you from drawing the sword."

"You remember it so well," said the emaciated King Arthur. "But we both have no choice... Sometimes I envy your freedom. Time cannot destroy your youth, and every time I see you, your face makes me jealous."

Heber thought that was indeed the case. After all, he was just a "player" and not a real person living here.

"At least your achievements are brilliant enough, aren't they?"

The curtains swayed gently, and Heber's voice echoed in the halls of Buckingham Palace.

"Yes, I repelled Rome, triumphed over natural disasters, famine, and plague, and shaped Albion into a glorious millennial kingdom... Who wouldn't praise the name of Arthur?"

King Arthur closed his eyes. Her body was connected to countless metal tubes, which tightly connected her to the throne. This was how she ruled the country for hundreds of years.

A long silence fell. Heber turned around and saw the emaciated girl sitting on a metal chair. She looked more like a prisoner than a king.

"Merlin."

King Arthur's chest heaved as she called out hoarsely for Hebe.

"The minister is here."

Hebe, wearing the robes of a court wizard, bowed slightly, her long flaxen hair falling down smoothly.

"Is my sister still in the Tower of London?"

Heber was stunned.

The conquest of this Lostbelt is carried out in stages. Each time you complete a so-called "achievement" goal, you will automatically jump to the next stage.

As for what happened during the process, she had no way of interfering.

If the "achievement" goal is not completed, the game will automatically return to this stage and start over after the end of the game - the same thing will happen if "Merlin" played by Heber dies halfway.

"You mean Morgan?" Heber asked tentatively.

"Ha... who else can be worthy of being my sister?"

King Arthur's golden-green eyes stared at Hebe.

Under the king's gaze, the girl with beautiful flaxen long hair stood up, her youthful body wrapped in a silver-white palace wizard robe. The hem of the robe just covered her knees, her calves wrapped with cloth strips were straight and together, and her delicate and slender feet stepped on the floor of the palace.

The king looked at Hebe sadly until her deep green gemstone eyes met his own.

King Arthur's eyes were somewhat fiery, and Hebe's feet rubbed against each other gently.

"We should let her out," King Arthur said listlessly. "This feast would be so lonely without her."

King Arthur's fingers tapped lightly on the metal armrest. She spoke softly, but her tone was calm and unquestionable.

"Whether it's the red dragon who inherited Mordred's throne or the lion of Victoria's family—they are all birds of a feather. If they want my crown, then come and take it yourself."

The War of the Roses has come to an end.

P.S. Kids, I'm back. I'm a new author and a new book. Please take care of me.

Volume 2: I Only Walk the True Path

When Heber first opened the Secret History Simulator, he was in a very bad situation.

In the background story loaded in the early stage, Merlin had only two achievements - trying to pull out the sword in the stone first, and bullying the girl from the same village, Altria, from time to time.

The latter is Arthur, who later pulled out the sword from the stone and became the king of Albion.

When Hebe learned that her name in the Lostbelt was "Merlin", she quickly recognized her position and determined the specific method to accomplish her mission.

She found Artoria who was digging potatoes in the field, apologized, and then used a retreat as a means of advance to trick the aloof village girl into pulling out the sword in the stone.

The rest of the story was just as Heber had expected.

The young girl Artoria pulled out the Sword in the Stone, swept through the chaotic Albion, then defeated the Romans who wanted to invade, and finally was crowned monarch in London in the name of Arthur.

"However, Arthur did not possess 'Avalon'. The Sword in the Stone could give her the royal power, but it could not keep her healthy forever..."

Hebe walked calmly through the colonnade covered with vines. Sunlight shone through the green shade, forming patches of light scattered on the ground. When the girl stepped on them, it was as if she was walking in a river of light.

A servant ran out hurriedly from the side. He was frightened when he saw Hebe, and the package in his arms fell out and hit the ground.

It was a package of silver cutlery.

"Lord Merlin..." He fell to his knees in panic.

"Is the situation already this serious?" Heber motioned for him to stand up. "Tell me about it."

"Thank you for your generosity!" The servant hurriedly picked up the package. "In fact, I'm the last servant left who hasn't escaped! Serious is not enough to describe the situation in London... We've been hearing news from outside the city for six months."

He swallowed anxiously.

"——Duke Red Dragon and King Lionheart might not start a war, but instead concentrate their forces to capture London and force King Arthur to step down from the Iron Throne. Another source claims that they have waited too long, and when the armies of the two kings invade London, atrocities will occur that no one wants to see."

What other atrocities could it be? A massacre, of course.

"The Knights of the Round Table stationed in various locations have long since submitted to the Twin Kings. Furthermore, it is said that two months ago, someone saw... the Demon Concubine Morgan outside the city."

The servant's voice gradually became stammering, and he looked at Hebe with fear.

"Legend has it that Morgan, the enchanted concubine imprisoned for betraying King Arthur, has escaped from the Tower of London. And Merlin, the court wizard who had long served King Arthur, has disappeared. Faced with such a dire situation, King Arthur himself remains completely elusive... Perhaps she died on the throne long ago."

Hebe calmly continued the servant's words.

"That's what you all think, right?"

The attendant stammered but couldn't utter a word.

Although he lowered his head, there was not much shame on his face. It was obvious that he had long lost his awe of the so-called King Arthur.

Heber let the servant go, and he was not the only one who had this idea. It was meaningless to blame him at this time.

……

"I'm so tired..."

This fatigue does not come from the body, but from the mind.

Heber sat on the stone bench in the colonnade, kneading the soles of his feet.

She spent the entire day finally grasping the situation she was facing - after a long siege, there were not many soldiers loyal to King Arthur in the whole of London, and as for the knights and nobles of all levels, they had already defected to the two kings.

Ultimately, it was because King Arthur was too old and had not visited her lands for too long, and the Round Table had long since replaced most of the king's functions. A long time is enough to make loyalty sour.

Arthur boasted that he had defeated the war and brought peace back to the land, but the war would not disappear. Instead, it was like a smoldering fire, deeply rooted in her family and blood.

"Perhaps Arthur had anticipated this. After all, Mordred had once rebelled at Morgan's instigation... But she is truly old now. The fuel she needs to sustain herself is running low, and she can only maintain clear thinking."

"Heh, maybe he can't even think clearly... Morgan ran away a long time ago and became a reliance of the Twin Kings' Army."

Heber looked at the moon obscured by clouds in the sky, fiddling with the hair hanging down from his temples with his fingers, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.