Fate: I Heard After Death, You Can Ascend to the Throne of Heroes?

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This world was not part of true human history but a rejected fragment—a path of wrong choices and flawed trajectories that led to a dead end, discarded by the proper course of the world.

In short, a Lostbelt.

The reason Promise once again activated his Heroic Spirit Class Card to forge a new Heroic Spirit was quite simple.

Having reached Chaldea and knowing the premise of the incineration of human order, he was well aware that one day he would inevitably face the Demon King Goetia.

Just as he had once said during his reunion with Hera, the Queen of the Gods:

That day, the reason Promise sought to "truly" kill the Heroic Spirit of the ancient Greek age wasn't merely to send his mythic counterpart to the Throne of Heroes.

It was because the Promise of the Age of Gods was a person who pursued a grand and glorious finale—a soul wholly embracing death.

But the modern Promise, now living amidst known crises, sought hope for survival.

Though they were the same person, their purposes and desires were vastly different.

As such, he did not know how his current self would be perceived by the gods and friends who had once adored him so deeply.

Would they feel disbelief and disappointment?

Thus, on that day, Promise had truly contemplated the idea of "killing" himself.

And now, in order to continue to seek hope of survival, he had to struggle in this dangerous world and face the disasters that would emerge one after another.

In many ways, this resembled his past journey where he steadily grew stronger and stronger until he was qualified to stand before Typhon, the greatest monster of Greek mythology and the progenitor of all demons.

And so, Promise once again took out a blank Heroic Spirit Class Card, preparing to engrave a new legend.

What he didn't expect was that this time, however, instead of delving into history, he had arrived in a Lostbelt.

In this case, could Lostbelts, too, be engraved and lead to the Throne of Heroes?

Theoretically, it seemed to have no problem.

After all, wasn't the Caster Artoria of the Magecraft Class created similarly?

Besides, Promise didn't even need to ascend to the Throne of Heroes.

He only needed to leave behind feats worthy of legend to steal their power.

Thus, even in a Lostbelt, his purpose remained straightforward and unchanged:

The same as always, with no need for alterations…

Promise thought so as he contemplated his next steps.

...

Lostbelt: the kingdom of fairies.

In the kingdom ruled by the Rain Clan, Promise, who had arrived about a week ago, quietly closed the book he was reading in the tranquil library.

The book, titled Creation Myth, narrated the mythology of this Lostbelt.

It told the tale of how this island came into existence.

According to the myth, six fairies offered prayers and sacrifices to a deity, pleasing the god and receiving a divine blessing—a piece of new land.

From there, the six fairy clans proliferated on the island, forming their respective nations.

The Rain Clan was one of these six clans.

However, thanks to the foreknowledge granted by his identity as a transmigrator, Promise knew the truth about this Lostbelt and so, he was aware that everything written in the book was a lie.

The so-called prayers and sacrifices were nothing more than a bottle of poison.

The "blessing of land" was, in reality, the corpse of the god who had died.

The entire Lostbelt of Fairy Britain was built on a foundation of lies, deception, and bloodshed.

Closing the book, Promise looked up with a faint smile, his gaze falling on a woman entering the dimly lit library, holding a lantern.

When he had just arrived here, he was immediately discovered by a fairy, who captured him, and brought him to be sold at auction.

And this young woman was the one who had ultimately paid for him and taken him away.

Her name was Vivian, though she was also known as Morgan.

As Vivian approached, her blue eyes fixed on the handsome young man seated by the window as she asked, "Promise, I've been calling you—why didn't you respond?"

Promise didn't reply immediately.

In the dim lantern light, he noticed that Vivian seemed different from her usual self today.

Her once-bright eyes appeared unusually dim, and her lack of life experience was evident in how her worries were written plainly across her face.

"What happened?"

Seeing this, Promise asked naturally. After a brief pause, he added with a faint smile, "My esteemed master."

Hearing this, Vivian froze for a moment before glaring at Promise in a mix of irritation and reproach.

In this Lostbelt, humans were treated as objects, pets, or slaves meant to amuse fairies.

However, Vivian didn't agree with any of it.

Unlike the descendants of the six fairy clans, she came from the Inner Sea of the Stars—Avalon.

Because of this, the fairies here referred to her as a "Paradise Fairy."

Vivian had come from the Sea of Stars with a mission.

Her Mission was to purge the original sins carried by the six primordial fairies who had killed the deity.

As a Paradise Fairy, Vivian possessed the "Fairy Eyes"—a trait unique to her as a being of fantasy species.

These eyes allowed her to discern lies and see into the depths of souls.

The fairies in this Lostbelt, cursed by the dead deity, lacked such abilities, as they were all sinners.

This was also the reason why, the moment Vivian laid eyes on Promise during his capture, she immediately decided to purchase him as her first slave.

With just one glance, she was astonished to discover that Promise was a genuine human!

"I told you, stop calling me 'master'!" Vivian raised her voice slightly, glaring at the smiling Promise.

Then she put down her lantern and sat beside him.

Resting her face on her hands, her expression quickly turned blank as her thoughts wandered elsewhere.

It seemed something significant had indeed happened.

Just as Promise was pondering this, he curiously considered asking her what was wrong.

"Promise, you need to run."

Vivian suddenly spoke, her expression a mix of emotions. "War is about to break out here… very soon, everyone in this place will die."

Hearing this, Promise did not react with panic, disbelief, or confusion.

Instead, he gazed at her calmly and softened his tone as he asked, "Vivian, what's going on?"

The latter instinctively opened her mouth as if to answer, but the words stopped halfway, swallowed back down as she looked at Promise with a complex expression, then stood up, leaving only one sentence behind: "Run quickly. If you don't leave now… it'll be too late."

And with that, she walked away without looking back.

Promise did not chase after her to ask in detail, because he knew Vivian would not tell anyone.

After all, they were not actually that familiar with each other and had only known each other for less than a week.

But... why did he feel a strange sense of familiarity?

As Promise returned the Creation Myth book to the shelf, he pondered the question and quickly realized the answer.

Vivian's demeanor just now reminded him of himself—specifically when he had once suffered from a high fever, awakened memories of his past life, and learned many truths he had not previously known.

The reaction was strikingly similar: a mix of confusion, fear, and the resolve born from newfound knowledge that brought clarity and determination to her gaze.

Wait a moment.

If my memory serves correctly, could it be that I am currently at the exact point in time when she has just received information from Morgan of Pan-Human History?

Could that be what this is all about?

As a transmigrator with extensive knowledge and keen observation skills, Promise quickly pieced together the situation.

And as if to confirm his suspicions, when Promise left the library and returned to his somewhat cramped residence, he was greeted by a strange yet familiar sight under the moonlight streaming through the window.

Seated on the windowsill, illuminated by the silver glow, was a veiled woman.

"Vivian?" Promise called out in confusion, recognizing the familiar figure that looked as if she had merely changed clothes.

However, the moment her gaze shifted and their eyes met as her emotionless blue eyes reflecting Promise's image, he immediately understood.

She was not Vivian.

She was Morgan.

The future Queen of Winter, ruler of Fairy Britain for over two thousand years.

"Who are you?" Her veil swayed slightly

Who are you?" Her veil fluttered slightly. She was sitting on the window, facing the moonlight as if looking at the moon in the distance, but now she withdrew her gaze.

And she fixed those beautiful blue eyes, which seemed to be without a trace of emotion, on Promise.

"My memories don't include you.

"You shouldn't exist in this world. You couldn't exist here."

Her blue eyes, reflecting the young man's figure, carried an unyielding chill as she questioned him indifferently.

This Morgan was clearly from the Lostbelt, not the version from human history—the witch who resented losing everything she believed was hers and orchestrated King Arthur's death in secret.

Yet regardless of whether it was the Morgan from human history or this Lostbelt, they were essentially the same person, shaped by different experiences.

Even in human history, Morgan was a Fairy of the Lake, also bearing the name Vivian.

The current time, as Promise realized, was actually in the distant past—more than two thousand years before the events of Chaldea's arrival and the start of the story.

The Vivian who purchased Promise a week ago was living in the happiest period of her life.

At this time, she still retained a degree of innocence.

She had come from the Inner Sea of the Stars, Avalon, carrying a mission.

The fairies of the Rain Clan discovered her, accepted her, and even their clan leader acknowledged the sins of their ancestors.

They lovingly sheltered and raised her.

And so, at this stage in her life, her dream wasn't to fulfill the mission of the Paradise Fairy but to create a fairy-tale kingdom where everyone could live in peace.

However, the fairies of Lostbelt Britain harbored an innate hatred for the "Paradise Fairy."

And not all fairies were from the Rain Clan.

Unlike the Rain Clan, the other fairy clans refused to acknowledge their sins.

Eventually, the four other fairy clans united and annihilated the Rain Clan in a single night.

Vivian was originally meant to die in this massacre as well... but she couldn't truly die after all, death would mean the extinction of Britain itself.

In the future, one of Chaldea's A-Team Masters summoned the Morgan of Pan-Human History.

After analyzing Chaldea's Rayshift technology overnight, that Morgan used it to transport herself to this moment in time.

She entrusted Vivian with the knowledge of Britain's future demise and the truth of Pan-Human History.

At this moment, Vivian was actually dead in another sense, and no longer had any illusions about the fairy tale world.

Later, after going through many, many things, she eventually became the Queen of Winter.

And now, the Queen of Winter—Morgan—using the same mirror magic, had descended before Promise.

In fact, in such circumstances, future Morgan wouldn't have noticed this anomaly.

After all, in normal case, the world would have automatically corrected itself, inserting fragmented memories of Promise into her mind, making everything seem natural.

However, the reason she sensed something was amiss, even going as far as using magic to appear before Promise, was simple.

"Because this world does not exist in true human history."

It was as though she sensed the confusion in Promise's mind.

The future Queen Morgan explained lightly.

Upon hearing this, Promise, being a transmigrator, immediately understood.

As he had mentioned earlier, this Lostbelt was born from lies, deception, and bloodshed.

The continent itself was the deceased god's body.

The so-called "humans" in this world were not humans at all.

They were the six original sinful fairies who had killed the witches who followed the god, disassembled their bodies, and used them to create what would be called "humanity."

Thus, no true humans existed here.

Humans were merely pets and slaves of the fairies.

But Morgan, with her eyes that could see through the essence of souls and discern lies, immediately recognized Promise as a genuine human.

So even though the world had tried to correct itself, when future Morgan noticed Promise, she immediately realized that history had gone awry, and she came to confront him.

As for the situation Promise found himself in—it was simple to describe.

It was like discovering a world-class boss blocking your way when you hadn't even left the novice village yet.

There was also one more thing that logically followed.

Promise had been sealed.

He couldn't retrieve the Heroic Spirit Class Card of the Greek gods.

This was also easy to understand.

Promise had projected himself into this world with a blank Heroic Spirit Class Card, leaving behind the corresponding legend and siphoning power from the Throne of Heroes.

Therefore, it was only natural that he couldn't use another Heroic Spirit Class Card.

This Queen of Winter, Morgan, now stood before him as the ultimate boss.

"You seem to understand what I'm saying."

While Promise was deep in thought, Queen Morgan suddenly spoke again as her blue eyes, devoid of any feeling, silently stared at Promise, as though trying to see through him.

"You... who exactly are you?"