Fate/Britain Lostbelt : Hero of Justice

In the comfortable room, their exhausted spirits combined, and Shirou fell asleep quickly. Thus, the dream continued. This time, the dream was still related to King Arthur, but the focus was no longer Arthur himself—it was his sister Morgan, seen through his perspective.

"Damn you, Uther! That throne belongs to me—how dare you—!"

"Artoria, I despise you. I will destroy the Britain you guard!"

"The chosen King's sword has broken. Ha, Artoria—you are unworthy of being the king of this land!"

This completely matched Morgan's image in the story. In King Arthur's eyes, his sister Morgan was a lewd, cruel, malicious femme fatale—there was no woman more detestable in the world than her.

Yet, at the end of the dream, Arthur himself spoke to a knight beside him with a completely different insight:

"Morgan and I deny each other; there is no possibility of coexistence. Yet I understand Morgan better than anyone."

"She loves this land of Britain more deeply than anyone—I am absolutely sure of that."

"Compared to me, Morgan is more beloved by Britain—perhaps because she is the child of this land, hmm?"

"If she could abandon the hatred and anger in her heart, and no longer live by cursing others, she would inevitably possess a temperament more fit for a king than I."

Opening his eyes, Shirou awoke from the dream. He turned toward the window and saw that the sky had grown completely dark; the night had draped the land in a black veil. He estimated several hours had passed during his sleep. His spirit had recovered greatly, and the soreness and fatigue in his shoulders had vanished.

"Uh…"

Perhaps because it wasn't a nightmare—otherwise his nerves would have weakened further—Shirou thought casually. He recalled Morgan in Arthur's perspective and combined that with Arthur's final words about her, subtly altering his perception of her.

"Britain's child loves Britain more than Arthur… Hmm, does that mean she'd rather destroy Arthur and his kingdom to protect her island?"

"—Impossible. In the story, Arthur always protects Britain's people and resists invaders. Can Morgan, who used conspiracies to undermine Arthur's reign, really be said to be protecting the island?"

Shirou shook his head, chiding himself for such absurd thoughts upon waking. Regardless of Arthur's view, the results in the story gave no hint that Morgan had protected Britain.

"It's all Britain, but—"

"What's wrong with Britain?"

Morgan asked, having overheard his muttering as she pushed open the door.

"Nothing… I was just thinking how strange this Britain is—completely different from the Britain in my world," Shirou answered.

"I understand. I'm also curious about the Britain in Shirou's world. If I have the chance, I do want to see it for myself," Morgan said.

She saw through Shirou's lie, but sensed no ill intent—so she happily went along, changing the subject. Of course, she really was curious about other worlds' Britains. Once her mission was done, she would go see it with Shirou.

"Then let's make that our promise—now that it's night, Aesc, do you want to say anything? Maybe change our travel plans?"

Shirou recalled something Morgan said earlier and broached the subject:

"Mhm, while we rest tonight, I want to tell you some common knowledge about Britain, and secrets even the fairies don't know."

Morgan's expression became serious and solemn.

"First, about the fairies of Britain. Shirou, I've told you before—there are six clans, right?"

"I've heard that several times, but I don't know which six exactly," Shirou replied honestly.

Morgan nodded, acknowledging his response.

"Then let's start here—fairies, like humans, have different traits. But based on general commonalities, they can be divided into six major clans."

At these words, Morgan used magic to evoke six different fairy images, like the map earlier. She first pointed to a fairy with wings:

"This is a fairy of the Wind Clan. They have humanlike forms, gentle personalities, rational temperaments—and, most notably, they all have beautiful wings."

Then she pointed to a small, bearded fairy:

"This is a fairy of the Earth Clan. They are small but very hardworking and studious. They often build sturdy houses and forge exquisite jewelry."

After covering the Wind and Earth clans, Morgan pointed her staff at a fairy that looked like a standing wolf:

"This is a fairy of the Fang Clan. Shirou, you probably think it looks like a wolf—hehe, that's true. That's exactly how the Fang Clan looks… Their temper is fiery, and they act impulsively. But they are powerful in battle and resistant to Moss's poison, so the fairies rely on the Fang Clan for protection."

Then, Morgan pointed, but the image was pitch black:

"Here is the image of the Wing Clan. Sadly, I've never met a Wing Clan fairy and have no concrete info… But fortunately, two people we seek—Game Master Muryan and the eccentric Tototrot—are both Wing Clan. If we meet them, that will fill this gap in knowledge."

She then briefly mentioned the remaining two: the Mirror Clan and the Rain Clan. Since Shirou had already met fairies from both clans, she only provided a bit of basic info before moving on.

"After explaining the six clans, let's talk about what all British fairies share," she continued.

"Shirou, what do you think is the biggest difference between fairies and humans?"

Shirou thought carefully, recalling what he knew, and gave an uncertain answer:

"—Is it lifespan?"

"Correct, but not entirely," Morgan replied. She explained:

Fairies have extremely long lives—hundreds or even thousands of years—far beyond human lifespans, which here are tightly capped at around thirty years. That's why humans here seem more like pets. In his world, pets offer emotional value but have short lifespans—around ten to twenty years, while modern humans live into their seventies or eighties. In Britain, humans provide cultural, entertainment, and trend value to fairies. In turn, the fairy masters live many times—often dozens of times—longer than humans.

"Listen, Shirou—fairies aren't long-lived just for the sake of age. The real reason fairies can survive so long is that they possess 'purpose'—a primal driving force. As long as a fairy retains purpose, they shine as beings of hope; they will never vanish. But that depends on having that sustaining purpose. Once a fairy loses its purpose, it loses its True Name and its radiance. It may even turn into the kind of Moss you saw today."