Fate/Grand Order story · Part 2: Cosmos in the Lostbelt, Lostbelt No.6: Fae Round Table Domain, Avalon le Fae
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Lostbelt No.6: Fae Round Table Domain, Avalon le Fae. Orkney
1 scenes, 72 lines
1. Before the battle
72 linesOrkney End of Fae Era 400, after the fall of Londinium
...Totorot? Where did Aesc go?
She went to check on the World TreeI mean, the Tree of Emptiness.
She said she's going to wither it until it dies, then she'll end the Fae Era and create a new land.
...I see. I wish there was something I could do for her... ...But there isn't.
...It's all gone. All of it. Everything Aesc
Everything we all worked for, destroyed. Just like that. For no reason at all.
...I guess there really isn't any way left to save Britain.
It doesn't feel fair that I'm the only one who gets to survive... That I get to stay behind in the future...
Mash...
You've got that all wrong, Mash. You're not staying behind in the future. You're going back home to it.
Remember, you never belonged to the Fae Era in the first place!
So it's good that you're going back! Even Aesc said this would wrap everything up nice and neat!
... ...
That didn't cheer you up? Fine. If you're that worried about it, I'll make you a special promise.
A promise that'll prove you coming here to this era wasn't a mistake.
A special promise?
That's right. You know, I used to be a real jerk before I lost to Aesc. I was violent, and selfish, and everyone else in the Wing clan hated me.
But then I joined Aesc and went around Britain beating up bad guys with her...
It was a lot of fun and all, but it also always felt kind of...empty. Like there was a big hole in my heart.
I used to wonder what it was I really wanted to do... What I SHOULD do... And what would bring me real joy.
But then you came along and filled that hole for me, Mash. Remember when you told me about Habetrot, the faerie from Scotland?
I don't know which me is right, this Lostbelt me or the me from Proper Human History, but I don't care.
The other me you described sounds so happy, I've decided that's who I wanna be!
You gave me a dream worth living for, Mash. And I don't mean the dream of becoming Habetrot from Proper Human History.
No, my dream is to see you in a bridal gown, getting happily married.
Now that you've given me that dream, I'm gonna hold onto it forever. I'm always gonna be grateful you came here.
So you just wait right here, and don't worry about a thing.
While you're sleeping, I'm gonna become a great tailor and see off at least a hundred brides!
That way, maybe my own little wish will come true, too.
I mean, if I can make a hundred brides happy, that'll definitely help me become a real grown-up!
...Right. That's right! Knowing you, Totorot...
I'm sure you'll become the best seamstress in the world!
Right? So there's the promise. It's okay if you forget it as long as you keep waiting here.
The next time we meet, I'm gonna be able to make a wonderful dress that'll look absolutely smashing on you.
And so, Mash, the first Tam Lin, entered her slumber. It would be wrong for a human girl named Mash to exist in the Fae Era, you see.
So by insisting that the figure in this coffin was actually the first Tam Lin...
...there wouldn't be a paradox in the Era of the High Queen that was to come. Great thinking, Aesc!
You know, Aesc, I still don't get why you're helping Mash.
I'm not too smart, but even I can tell you won't gain anything from it.
She has a special Spirit Origin. Having someone like her working for me will be useful in the future.
Gotcha...
Well, I don't know much about that kind of stuff, so I'm not gonna ask anything more!
You're about to kill the Tree of Emptiness, right!? And a whole lot of faeries are gonna die, right!?
Then our journey together is over! I'm gonna go back to the south and work on my faerie training! And this time, I'll do it for me!
See you later, Aesc! It's been fun!
...I see. Goodbye, Totorot.
Training for your own sake is all well and good... But don't forget what I taught you, either, okay?
My Diary, Page 14,800.
It's been four hundred years since that day. I'm now known far and wide as a first-class seamstress.
I've even seen more than a hundred brides off. But my wish hasn't come true. Of course it hasn't.
After all, I still haven't been able to make a dress for my first bride...the one I care about more than any other.
My legs don't work so well lately. My eyesight is fading, and I can barely hold this pen.
Meanwhile, Britain hasn't changed one bit.
Ever since Aesc quit being its savior, war between the clans has resumed, worse than ever.
Now it's year 12,000the year of the Great Calamity that occurs once every thousand years.
Aesc said this is when Britain is supposed to come to an end.
But I know that it won't. Mash told me it still exists in the future.
...Okay. Nobody should find me in here.
I sat down in the corner of a northern cave.
As soon as I did, my eyes stopped working, my mouth stopped moving, and my mind started to go blank.
Huh. I must've been even more tired than I thought.
Let's see... 2019... 2019... Sheffield's castle town...
I sprinkle the petrification powder Grímr made for me on my head.
...I hear the world breaking apart far off in the distance. I hear the screams of faeries as they perish.
It's the winter storm ringing the bell of revenge. Aesc's return from Orkney, the World's End.
...The last war.
There's no more Uther. No more Round Table. No more Ector. No more Grímr.
...It's just her, and the War of Winter.
Sorry I couldn't be out there with you, Aesc. But fighting just takes too much out of me.
This is the end of the Fae Era. The moment that makes our entire pilgrimage meaningless.
The time a savior vanishes from history, and disappears from everyone's memory.