Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

"Where should I look for you... Shirou..."

Half an hour has passed since the spirit possession ritual failed.

Morgan finally came to her senses, and her trembling legs barely supported her as she stood up.

"Ugh...!"

During this process, she nearly fell several times due to exhaustion, but she still persevered and walked out of the old palace.

"Shirou...Shirou..."

Tears streamed continuously from the Fairy Queen's eyes.

She was barefoot; her beautiful, flawless feet were scratched by weeds and numb from the cold ground.

But no matter how much pain he was in, it could no longer attract Morgan's attention.

She searched aimlessly, hoping to catch a glimpse of Shirou.

Where did you go?

Should I go left or right?

Morgan arrived at a nearby forest.

The forest spirits and beasts were startled to see the distraught fairy queen.

But Morgan ignored them and simply buried himself in the forest, searching everywhere.

When they were little, Shirou often took Morgan to sneak out of the palace and play in this forest.

In this forest, Shirou once led her on a wild run, a beautiful and unforgettable memory.

But since we're here, we haven't found anything.

Morgan then visited more places that held memories for her.

He went to the place where she taught him about herbs.

She went to the lake where he taught her to swim.

The Queen searched almost every place in her memory, but still found no trace of Shirou's existence.

"Waaaaah...! Waaaaah...!"

As time went by, the despair in the Queen's heart gradually subsided.

Is this the end of the world?

This fearful thought gradually took root in her mind.

Morgan shook his head, unwilling to imagine such a future.

She now has only one belief: she must find Shirou.

Find Shirou and tell him a fact.

I'm wrong.

I lied.

My dream is not to save Britain.

My happiness is not becoming a queen.

Only you...

My brother, my husband... you are truly irreplaceable, my dream.

"Haah...haah..."

Finally, Morgan arrived at the cave that the two had once used as their secret base.

This was the magic workshop they built together, their first one, belonging to just the two of them.

"..."

Morgan's last hope was extinguished.

The cave was pitch black, with no trace of magic or barrier, and no one had ever been here before.

A space filled with memories does not exist.

Nevertheless, Morgan dragged his bleeding feet inside.

"Shirou..."

She called out to her husband, who could never be there.

No matter how hard she shouted, there was no response.

Shirou no longer exists anywhere.

……

……

Morgan walked to the palace and locked himself in his childhood room.

The surroundings were a mess, but she didn't care. She sat back on the bed and hugged her knees.

"Waaaaah...waaaah...waaaah..."

Unable to shed any more tears, the Queen could only sob quietly.

She bit her lip, trying to suppress her grief, but it was no use.

A chilling loneliness pierced her heart.

My chest felt like it was being torn apart.

It is because Shirou is here that I can endure this loneliness.

As long as he's there, no one else matters, nothing else matters.

As long as he's there, I won't feel lonely.

But now, I'm all alone.

In this vast, unfamiliar world, I was left all alone.

Morgan could not accept it.

Morgan felt nauseous just thinking about his life without Shirou.

She was overjoyed at ascending to the throne...

Taking pride in not trusting anyone and not relying on anyone's strength...

A queen who is smug about saving the kingdom single-handedly...

She was simply filled with regret for her ignorance.

Bright sunlight streamed through the curtains.

It was just dawn.

But clearly, this wasn't the first sunrise since then.

The queen, who had lost count of how many days and nights she had gone without rest, stared blankly at the half-closed doorway.

Why hasn't Shirou come to find me yet?

It's getting late.

It's time to come now.

Shirou, didn't we agree to sneak out of the palace to play today?

Morgan had reached his limit, both mentally and physically.

She began to hallucinate, and her memories became disordered.

Morgan's eyelids gradually grew heavy.

Soon after, the Queen fell into a deep sleep.

……

……

"...Morgan."

Upon hearing this sudden sound, Morgan immediately opened his eyes.

"Huh? Shirou!?"

The Queen looked around with dreamy eyes.

She found herself no longer in a room, but in a garden.

Morgan's eyes widened when he saw who was calling him.

"Merlin...!"

A powerful killing intent emanated from her, and Morgan roared at the female magician, "So you really do know something!"

Merlin possesses the highest level of clairvoyance.

It's not just about being able to see the "present," but about having an omniscient and omnipotent eye that can see all the "presents" in parallel worlds.

A sage with such eyes could not possibly be ignorant of everything, just like myself, and kept in the dark.

Merlin rushed forward and grabbed Shirou by the collar: "Where is Shirou! Give him back to me... give him back to me... give Shirou back to me!"

"........."

Merlin calmly shook his head: "If you think I deceived you, then you are wronging me."

In fact, I am in the same situation as you, and I am completely unaware that history has been "replaced."

History has been "replaced"...?

Morgan frowned, noticing another key point in Merlin's words.

"You just mentioned Merlin in real life... So, you could be...?"

The Flower Magician nodded: "I am not the real Merlin, I am Merlin's 'Echo'—"

It is Merlin (the nightmare) who lives in your mental world.

Although saying this is somewhat discouraging, in reality I am completely unaware of the current situation...

Because the real me doesn't possess a connection with him as strong as yours...

Simply put, there wasn't enough "love"!

Merlin said self-deprecatingly, "It's heartbreaking that I thought I loved that child (my Arthur) more than anyone else."

Merlin possesses eyes that see the truth, but lacks sufficient bonds.

Morgan has a connection with Shirou, but lacks the eyes to observe the world.

Therefore, neither of them in reality was aware of the "replacement" in history, but if their abilities were combined—

Merlin's Echo, living in the spirit of Morgan, understood everything.

Morgan loosened Merlin's collar.

"Tell me... what happened..."

"Yes, I will."

Merlin paused for a moment, then began to explain.

"First of all, it must be stated that the world you are in is not a dream, but the real world."

You have enjoyed a long and happy life as Queen of Britain…

Merlin immediately changed his tune after being glared at by Morgan.

"Ahem, you lived a great life as Queen of Britain, that's true history."

"..."

Morgan narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

The true history?