Chapter 1046: What Have I Forgotten
Goetia opened the path for spiritron transfer before Eiji.
Before leaving, Eiji took one last look at this era.
This era filled with regrets.
"Wait for me."
Eiji swore in his heart.
"Being a True Ancestor alone is far from enough. To bring you happiness, I must become something that surpasses even that!"
Ultimately, even though he had gained the favor of the Counter Force,
it was merely favor—like catching someone's eye—not enough to truly negotiate with the Counter Force.
This incident proved it: what the island of Britain intended to do, even someone like him, a favored "foster son," couldn't stop.
He had to become stronger!
Strong enough to become this planet's one and only!
Eiji's resolve to win the UO Selection Tournament grew even firmer in his heart.
Scooping up Mash and tucking her under his arm,
Eiji stepped into the spiritron transfer passage.
As the passage closed,
all contradictions were unwittingly resolved.
Fairies and humans across the land gradually forgot about Eiji and Mash. Through various coincidences, all records of them were erased by history itself.
Habetrot wandered between cities, searching for brides that caught her fancy, busy writing in her diary every day.
"Now that I think about it, why am I writing a diary again?"
As time passed, she suddenly couldn't understand why she was doing this.
She vaguely remembered that a very good friend had suggested it to her.
But she could no longer recall that friend's face.
She flipped through her old diary entries, only to find that section had somehow become damp and illegible.
The only thing that remained in her heart like an obsession was this:
"Sheffield, 2400 years later…"
She had to go to that place.
On the western coast of Britain,
a blacksmith who called himself Ector settled in a small village named Tintagel.
For some reason, he deeply despised fairies, always living alone on the sea cliffs, unwilling to approach the villagers. Over time, he became known as the eccentric.
But his forging skills were exceptional, and noble guests often visited him.
"Everyone has pretty much forgotten about those two, right?"
Grimm walked the earth, filled with emotion as he thought of the companions he had fought alongside for two thousand years.
"The only reason I still remember now is thanks to the power of the God of Wisdom. Once I return to the Throne of Heroic Spirits, even I will forget. After all, this is just a vessel—there's no way to make a backup…"
But surely we'll meet again in the future. By then, everything will become clear.
Grimm didn't dwell on it too much, continuing his investigations in secret.
The genesis of Britain might hold extraordinary secrets.
Even Cernunnos spent all those years searching without success—he had to carry on that will.
As for Londinium, it was reduced completely to scorched earth.
The once-prosperous capital had now become ruins.
The knights of Londinium believed Uther died from poisoned wine, his body buried in an unknown location. The Round Table Army was slain by the clan leaders, and the city was burned down by the fairies.
Everything had been restored to its original state.
The fairies paid it no mind; even they themselves believed they had destroyed Londinium, taking a certain pride in the achievement.
Yet one matter filled them with unprecedented dread.
That was the World Tree.
The World Tree, standing at the northern edge of the continent, had imperceptibly begun to wither!
Clan leaders like Murian and Spriggan, and even the recently reborn Aurora, went to investigate but found nothing amiss.
Amid the fairies' daily anxieties, four hundred years passed.
The World Tree had withered completely.
By this time, however, few fairies remained in Britain.
At the end of the Fairy Calendar, two great calamities—the Beast Calamity that devoured cities and the Flame Calamity that scorched the earth—ravaged the island of Britain, turning the entire land into scorched earth.
The five great clans, including Aurora, Murian, and Rainec, were nearly annihilated, with almost all fairies slain by the great calamities.
Only Mab, leader of the Clan of Kings, protected some northern fairies with her inhumanly formidable power.
Additionally, Grimm found Ector and Habenyan, placing them within a barrier he had crafted to evade the calamities. He then recorded everything and returned to the Throne of Heroic Spirits.
The fairy nation existed in name only.
It was at this moment.
A tall figure appeared beneath the roots of the World Tree.
"If you hadn't resisted and let me drain you dry, you wouldn't have wasted four hundred years of my time."
Her appearance was utterly different from four centuries prior.
The white suit-style dress had vanished, replaced by a black gown with a cut-out at the abdomen.
Her height had increased, reaching 170 centimeters.
Her once radiant golden hair had lost its luster, fading to a dull silver-white.
The Fantasy Tree, the foundation of the Lostbelt's existence, had its magical energy completely drained. From this moment, the Lostbelt of Britain lost its anomalous nature.
She was once a savior.
Now, she discarded her past name and reclaimed the title of witch.
First, she used the vast magical energy of the Fantasy Tree to resurrect all the deceased fairies through Chaldea's Heroic Spirit Summoning ritual, swiftly restoring Britain to its former prosperity.
Then, one day.
The witch traveled south from the northern extremity of Orkney, conquering the Clans of Wind, Earth, Fang, and Wing within a few days, instilling fear in millions of fairies with her power.
The five great clans, excluding the Clan of Kings, all pledged their allegiance.
The witch's name was Morgan.
She held her coronation at the Salisbury Cathedral. Due to her unyielding rule, she became known as the Queen of the Winter, Morgan, and the war in which she subdued the four clans was called the Winter War!
To sustain the life of the Lostbelt Britain.
Morgan employed the magical energy of the Fantasy Tree to enact an Age of Gods-level great barrier, transforming it into a massive golden wall of light that enveloped all of Britain.
From this point on, Britain transitioned from a hypothetical Lostbelt world into a tangible Singularity existing on Earth!
To prevent the Cursed God from emerging from the Great Pit and causing chaos.
Morgan established the royal capital of Camelot adjacent to the Great Pit, enabling constant surveillance and rapid response to any incidents.
To advance the civilization of the largely inactive fairies.
Morgan employed the method of divine concealment to draw batches of cultural artifacts from Pan-Human History, establishing several treasuries across Britain for their preservation. The fairy kingdom of Britain began widely disseminating knowledge and creations from Pan-Human History.
On the surface,
this appeared to be a stringent yet sufficiently prosperous nation.
In the castle adjacent to the Great Pit,
the Queen of Winter stood beside her throne, gazing distantly at the massive chasm. Beneath her veil, her eyes sank into contemplation.
"What have I forgotten?"
She knew she had forgotten something.
She had combed through her memories and discovered many inconsistencies within them.
For instance, who was it that helped her investigate the Great Pit back then?
Why did Totrot develop the habit of keeping a diary?