The participants of the Holy Grail War naturally desire the Holy Grail.
Some magi, to reach the Root.
Some heretics, because they wish for the salvation of all humanity.
Some ordinary men desired the Grail as a means to return a child to their family's arms.
The Grail bestowed Command Spells upon them.
Aside from the three Founding Families, the rest of the participants were given Command Spells directly by the Grail.
It does not bestow Command Spells upon those who are unworthy.
That is why he, who once held Command Spells now stolen by a Servant, desires the Holy Grail.
Even if he says on the surface that he doesn't wish for victory in the Holy Grail War, that he only wishes for survival… that is a lie.
Beneath his subconscious, there was an earnest wish.
The Grail saw through it and transferred the Command Spells to him.
It wasn't that he simply stole the qualifications of a Master by killing someone who had Command Spells.
He has a wish. A dream he desires from the Grail.
His earnest wish, one he himself was unaware of, was quite to the Grail's liking,
and conversely, it was exceedingly unpleasant to Morgan.
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Tonelico's first attempt failed with the poisoning of Uther.
Considering that the fairies who rejected her dream of a unified Britain far outnumbered those who sympathized with it, the failure itself was not strange.
But it was not a failure stained with iron and blood, like the time Orkney was destroyed.
Not forgetting the lessons of the past, she had armed the fairies and humans who followed her with swords and shields.
Not only that, but she had also recruited powerful knights and built thick castle walls.
No matter how numerous the meddling fairies were, starting a war was a great burden for them as well.
Therefore, the fairies destroyed Tonelico's dream through a cowardly method that didn't spill a single drop of their own blood.
Poison.
The fairies who came claiming to welcome unification put poison in Uther's cup, murdering him miserably.
The army that had lost its leader quickly collapsed.
In a burning Londinium, Tonelico screamed. It was the first time she had shed tears in the roughly 3000 years since she had left Orkney.
After all this, it still ended in failure.
All her efforts had come to naught.
Her dream of building a peaceful nation where everyone could get along was thrown into the trash.
To raise up a dream so sullied it couldn't even be used as manure was practically impossible.
Tonelico calmly accepted death.
She did not resist the fairies who rushed to kill her.
Nothing mattered anymore. She closed her eyes.
But in that moment, a second chance came to her, as if by fate.
She received the memories and knowledge of her Proper Human History self.
At the same time, she came to understand the true nature of her world, what the correct timeline was,
and what sort of problems the world of fairies—this Lostbelt—brought upon the orthodox world of Proper Human History.
Tonelico's world had been wrong from the very beginning.
Her dream, the hopes of the people of Orkney, everyone who had joined in her arduous efforts to create a nation—they were all wrong.
That is what a Lostbelt is.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Tonelico had been putting on a pointless show in a meaningless world.
It was a world destined to be pruned away anyway. A world that deviated from the Human Order would not be tolerated by the will of humanity, the will of Gaia.
But what was this? Tonelico once again steeled her will (or perhaps, her obsession) and rose.
She rejected her fate of death.
She could bear her dream being denied. She could accept it and give up.
She had already realized that a peaceful nation, a world where everyone could get along, could not exist.
Although the Morgan of Proper Human History who had passed on her memories and knowledge could not tolerate this, the Morgan of the Lostbelt was different.
The Morgan of the Lostbelt could abandon her dream.
Even if the goal of the fairy named Morgan was to become the King of Britain, the Lostbelt Morgan was exhausted and ready to give up.
Three thousand years had been enough to wear her down.
However,
there was one thing she absolutely could not tolerate.
She could not stand by and let this Lostbelt be meaningless.
If everything in this land was meaningless, then what would become of her family?
What would become of the mother, the sister, the brother who died for her?
If the Human Order were to say that the deaths at Orkney were nothing more than pointless sacrifices, she could not accept it.
If Gaia were to say this world was wrong, she would spit on the ground.
Therefore, Morgan rose.
She rejected her fate of death and returned to the past.
Rayshift. Lostbelt. Rhongomyniad. With all the knowledge and memories given to her by her Proper Human History self, she began a new life once more.
Morgan vowed. She would create the most perfect Britain.
If Proper Human History condemned the Lostbelt as wrong, she would turn that blade back on them.
The first step of this grand dream was, of course, to reunite with what she missed.
Morgan's heart pounded at the thought of meeting her family again. After suffering for 3000 years, she allowed herself to hope one last, final time.
Imagining her brother's face, which she could still see so clearly when she closed her eyes, Morgan landed on the isle of Orkney.
Her small, ethereal body was lifted.
Morgan slowly opened her eyes. Wriggling her small limbs, she felt a nostalgic warmth.
'Brother… it's not you?'
But the one holding her was not her brother.
"You are… a fairy of Paradise. The fairy who has come to punish us…"
From this unfamiliar fairy, she felt the nostalgic presence of her mother.
But it was not her mother. It wasn't her sister Mia, either.
Where did this feeling of nostalgia come from?
Morgan was bewildered.
"First, I should show you to my husband. But… I want to raise you."
On the isle of Orkney where she had lived, there had only been a Queen.
A King did not exist.
But in the palace, a King was clearly sitting on the throne.
"…Do as you wish, wife. I will accept it."
"Thank you, my dear."
She was confused.
Fortunately, there was a daughter, but that daughter was even younger than Morgan.
"Sister Tonelico! Teach me magic!"
"…When you've grown a little more, I will teach you then."
"Okay, I understand!"
But Orkney had not changed.
The World Tree existed, and there were fairies who farmed, fairies who made clothes, and fairies with skilled hands.
Everything else was just as Morgan remembered.
Then why did this slight difference occur?
Where had her mother, sister Mia, and brother gone?
Morgan researched for 10 years and finally found the answer.
The singularity was her brother, Kyle.
The Lostbelt had undergone a transformation centered around him.
"As I thought, brother was no ordinary fairy."
He was a Beast.
An Evil of Humanity, and a traveler who roamed through dimensions.
According to the hypothesis she had established based on the memories of her Proper Human History self,
Morgan would probably never be able to meet him again.
"A world with brother in it, and one without. They don't split into parallel worlds; rather, he is like… an error that occurred in a single, independent world."
The reason Morgan couldn't meet him even after returning to the past was because the error had already died.
The Beast met its end beneath the waves. And it began its journey to another world.
She could only reunite with him by snatching him in the moment just before he was reborn, after he died in another world.
This was impossible with the power Morgan possessed at the time.
"My research is still insufficient. I must find what conditions serve as the catalyst to draw my brother to a world."
Naturally, Morgan did not give up. Having resolved to rebel against the world alone, she had already anticipated such an obstacle.
Morgan slowly moved forward.
In the process, she also found out that to achieve what she wanted, she had to follow a somewhat predetermined path of the future.
That is why she watched the fall of Orkney.
Her new family, as expected, sacrificed their lives for the fairy of Paradise.
Morgan once again changed her name to Tonelico and began to act as a savior.
"Tottlrot."
"Huh? What is it? Do you know me?"
She met the companions who had been with her once more.
Grim, Actor, Uther, Rynech….
3000 years passed,
and as fated, Londinium fell.
Morgan started again from there.
Tonelico was dead. She had a fairy who had lost her memories take on her appearance and had her killed.
It was the true beginning of Queen Morgan. She conquered Britain with her own power.
She built a prominent nation. She forbade conflict between the clans and created a peaceful country.
"All that's left is Kyle. Only you."
The dream of the Lostbelt's Morgan.
By the side of that dream, he must be there.
She had to show him, who had died for her but had not believed in her dream.
I have created such a magnificent country.
I want to invite you here forever.
…Or rather, it's not a wish. It is a command.
'I' am the Queen of the Fae Nation, and he is the Queen's consort.
"You must make me happy, mustn't you?"
The two of them must be together forever.
That it was their destiny—so Morgan had decided in the raining library.
"Never again. I will not let you die."
Even if it means personally trampling on his earnest dream of wanting to find peace.
She cannot let him go.