Darkness.
Yuuto couldn't feel his body. Only cold… and a heavy pressure sitting on his chest.
Then—
"Forgiven… forgiven… may our sins be forgiven…"
A soft whisper, yet filled with a guilt that stabbed straight into the heart, echoed inside his head. The voice sounded like thousands of mouths speaking at once—begging, pleading, weeping.
Yuuto fell into an unfamiliar dream.
---
The Sins of the Fae
Flashes appeared one after another.
Fae laughing at crying humans, destroying homes for no reason, dancing on the blood of the people they killed.
And there were Fae who turned into starving monsters, eating their own kind.
Everything overlapped, chaotic, loud.
Yuuto wanted to shut his eyes, but the dream swallowed him whole.
---
Two Figures — Two Sides of Britain's Fate
Suddenly everything stopped.
Two figures stood before him.
They had the same face as Yuuto's current face.
The first figure—
Platinum blond hair radiated a white-gold glow.
She wore a beautiful royal outfit in blue-black-white, complete with a crown.
her expression was cold, untouchable, like a king.
Seeing him, Yuuto shivered.
"She clearly not an ordinary king… but why does his face feel familiar…"
The second figure—
Her blond hair resembled Arthur's.
She wore simple clothing like a village boy.
Her eyes were empty, his smile innocent, his movements like a child just learning to walk.
Yuuto unconsciously smiled a little.
"…She looks… cute."
But before he could walk closer—
---
The Throne Room Covered in Blood
The world changed instantly.
Yuuto stood in a grand room… but the atmosphere was horrifying.
A throne room, but the floor was covered with dried blood.
In the center—
The first figure, the king, was collapsed on the ground, trembling weakly, trying to crawl toward the throne.
Yuuto panicked.
"H-Hey! Let me help—"
But when she ran, a group of Fae—the king's own followers—blocked his path.
"Move! She clearly your king!" Yuuto shouted, but his voice wasn't heard.
And a voice echoed.
"I prevented disasters again and again…
I resolved conflicts between clans…
But they called me a witch…
It's fine.
The ones I love aren't the Fae…
But Britain…"
Yuuto froze.
Those words… squeezed his heart tight.
"Let me help! Please let him through!" Her shouted.
But she couldn't touch or move them.
This was only a dream.
The king stood again, shaking, trying to step toward his throne.
But the followers tripped him again.
"STOP!" Yuuto shouted until his voice cracked.
But nothing changed.
---
The Fae surrounded him, their eyes filled with hatred.
The king kept trying to stand, his body covered in blood.
"You're mistaken…
Take me to the throne…" her repeated.
"Take me… to the throne…
I don't want to lose Britain again…"
Yuuto tried to hold him, even though he could only touch empty air.
"I'll help you. I'll protect you… I—"
But his sentence was cut off by a sharp sound.
CRACK—!
A dagger pierced the king's body.
And not only that—a punch followed.
Then another.
Then another.
The Fae stabbed and beat their own king, without mercy.
Some grabbed his hair, others kicked him.
Yuuto screamed.
"STOP! THAT'S YOUR KING! STOOOP—!!"
But nothing changed.
"Take me… to the throne…
I… don't want to lose Britain…"
Those last words faded as his body finally stopped moving.
Yuuto froze.
No breath. He knew what that meant.
"…She… died…" Yuuto's voice trembled.
---
But the dream offered no mercy.
The Fae who had just killed their king—
began mutilating the body.
They tore it apart.
Destroyed it.
Turned it into chunks of flesh.
Some pieces were thrown out the window.
Some were placed cruelly behind the throne.
Yuuto couldn't move.
She knees gave out, dropping him to the dream floor.
She hands trembled.
Tears fell before he noticed them.
"…why… is it like this…?"
The horror was overwhelming.
The world collapsed.
And the voice returned.
"Forgiven… forgiven… may our sins be forgiven…"
Yuuto hugged himself.
---
Yuuto lifted his face, still shaking, and found himself no longer in the bloody throne room.
He now stood in a luxurious tent, filled with gold and blue silk hung high, reflecting dim fae candlelight.
Inside it, he saw three figures.
Two were blurred.
But the third was clear.
It was the second figure he saw earlier—
the one with Arthur-like hair.
All three sat still, like prisoners being hosted.
Outside the tent, chaos erupted.
The Fae were fighting.
Attacking each other like beasts fighting over fresh meat.
Yuuto stepped out of the tent, and the sight made his skin crawl.
The Fae—known in human stories as graceful, gentle, shining beings—
were now greedy creatures with red, lustful eyes, clawing, hitting, kicking, tearing each other apart without mercy.
All… to fight over the two humans inside the tent.
Yuuto heard one Fae shout:
"If we cut off their legs, they can't run!"
"Finally we have humans too!"
"Cut off their arms and legs so they can't do anything!"
The screams made Yuuto flinch—his heart dropped instantly.
"What… is this…?" he muttered, his voice hoarse.
But before he could understand the horror—
---
"The prophecy is true… we are forgiven… we are saved…"
A strange new voice appeared.
Yuuto's vision shifted again—forced into the next memory.
Now he stood among a crowd of Fae holding a baby.
The baby's eyes were shut, skin pale…
but the Fae stared at it with a mix of fanaticism and fear.
"No doubt… this is the prophesied child."
"She'll be useful to fight the Queen."
"Human children are usually put in rundown huts, but this roof is too fancy."
Another Fae giggled, a sound like a knife dancing on bone.
"Oh, I know! They're raising her like livestock. Let's build him a stable."
"If anyone asks… just say we're raising a horse."
"The prophesied child belongs to us, hahahaha!"
Yuuto looked at them—fists clenched, face pale.
"…Is this… the true nature of the Fae?"
Yuuto's voice cracked.
But the dream still wasn't done.
---
"I am valued… but…"
The world changed again—
as fast as a single breath.
Now Yuuto was in a dark place.
The same soft voice from earlier spoke again.
"I am valued… and they always worry about me."
The voice sounded like a young girl's, but burdened.
"But the village Fae don't know…
that I possess Fairy Eyes."
The voice continued.
"With these eyes, I know their hatred and fear.
The Fae full of hatred… they hate the Heavenly Fae…
and to them, treating me badly is normal."
Yuuto clutched his chest—feeling tight.
"Even so… I have a mission.
To save the Fae.
To free them from suffering."
"Even though I know… it will destroy Britain."
Yuuto went silent.
"When I sleep… I hear everything.
Deceit… selfishness… jealousy…
Their true hearts."
The echo ended with one sentence:
"They want me to go on a pilgrimage… so I can save them."
---
Darkness swallowed everything.
A void, where sound had no direction and time had no meaning.
In that emptiness, Yuuto stood.
His breathing steady.
Then the voice returned—echoing from every direction.
"Forgiven… forgiven…
may our sins be forgiven…"
Hundreds of voices overlapped.
Soft, sorrowful… yet like a curse.
Yuuto slowly lifted his face.
"Yes…"
His voice was calm.
"…they will be forgiven for their sins."
He stepped forward.
The darkness rippled like water touched by a stone.
"But not by a god…
not by the heavens, not by anyone you worship."
Silence spread.
Then he continued slowly.
"They will not be saved by you…
child of prophecy."
Cold wind blew, though there was no air in this place.
"And Britain…
will not receive protection from you,
Fairy Queen."
His voice was empty.
Hollow.
The darkness closed in, wrapping around him like smoke.
Yuuto closed his eyes.
"When the time comes…"
The dark sky cracked open, like fractured glass.
"…the disaster that comes will not be from your world…"
His voice dropped further.
Yuuto opened his eyes—
and they changed.
A neon blue outer iris, and a magenta inner ring, glowing in a gradient.
"…but…"
The void trembled.
"…me."
The darkness collapsed.
The voices went silent.
And the dream world shattered like glass thrown from a great height.