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(Fate) Chapter 274: Let me tell you a story
🕑 Added 2025-01-29 19:05:18 +0000 UTCVivian asked hesitantly in a cautious voice.
"Yes, it’s me, your loyal pet, beautiful princess," Promise replied with a smile as he looked into her increasingly bright eyes and walked toward her with that familiar warmth.
"Promise?” Vivian called out again, this time louder.
"I’m here."
“Promise!”
"I said I’m here. If you keep this up, I might just leave you on read!"
"You idiot!" Vivian clenched her fists, biting her lip as she looked at him with a mix of grievance and anger. “Where the hell did you run off to?!”
I thought... I thought you didn’t even exist, that you were just a hero I imagined to save me..."
"Oh? So, in your eyes, I’m already a hero?"
Promise teased, watching as Vivian froze for a moment before her face flushed with embarrassment.
Looking at the flustered girl, avoiding his gaze, for some reason, Promise suddenly thought of Morgan and couldn't help but picture her similarly flustered and shy, a rare sight.
Hmm...
"Not bad!"
Feeling a bit amused by his imagination, Promise gave Vivian an approving nod.
If this had been Morgan, she would have maintained a cold expression while using her staff to knock some sense into him.
But Vivian just glared at the young man angrily, and at the same time, as if she had lost her strength, she sat down limply and said, "Really, where have you been......"
Just then, she noticed sunlight streaming through the window as she turned her head instinctively and saw that the thick clouds that had blanketed the sky were gone.
At this moment, gentle sunlight poured in, bathing her in its warmth.
The once-dark sky had transformed into a boundless expanse of blue.
"I went somewhere far away, met some people... and also saw the cutest person."
Promise placed the lantern in his hand on the table and didn’t dodge her question. Instead, he answered her directly.
Vivian turned her head back, and what she saw left her stunned.
Because at this moment, Promise’s expression was soft and full of warmth, his face lit up with genuine happiness.
"I see... That’s wonderful, Promise,” Vivian said, her voice sincere and without a trace of blame.
She was genuinely happy for him.
"But... will you suddenly disappear again?”
Vivian couldn’t help but ask softly in a low voice as her bright eyes, those fairy pupils that could see through the world’s truths—fixed themselves on Promise.
Vivian and Morgan were the same person in essence, and one thing was clear about them both: they were incredibly intelligent.
Vivian had always known that Promise was no ordinary person...
Yeah, though he always looked a bit weak..
Well bit might be an understatement..but she also understood that she knew almost nothing about Promise.
In facr, when Promise disappeared suddenly, beyond her initial panic, there was a strange sense of inevitability in her heart.
Because from the very first moment she laid eyes on him, when she had purchased him, Vivian had instinctively known that he was someone who could never be bound.
He was mysterious, as if he could disappear at any moment, venturing to some distant horizon.
"No."
"I won’t disappear again,"
Hearing her words, Promise said with a soft smile.
"Because someone really adorable helped me solve my troubles, so I won’t suddenly vanish anymore...
Vivian, would you like to hear a story?
It’s a story about a girl who was once kind and gentle, but in the end, she became an iron-blooded queen who ruled with absolute power.
And that story is also the reason I disappeared in the first place."
After hearing the last words, Vivian naturally had no reason to refuse.
So, she quietly sat down, obediently taking on the role of a listener.
Promise, amused by her reaction, casually picked up a book from the side and stood before her, preparing to narrate.
Sunlight, which had just cleared through the clouds, streamed in through the window, bathing them both in its golden glow.
The young man stood dressed in flawless white, holding a book in his hands, his warm and refined smile carrying an air of tranquility.
The fairy girl, with her natural dreamlike beauty, sat listening intently.
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Outside the Window
The goddess of fate, Clotho, looked at female Merlin, who was holding a small box and taking photos crazily, with confusion before she asked in her usual cold yet melodious voice, "What is that thing?"
"A camera, of course! This is a once-in-a-lifetime moment! That’s Morgan! Morgan! She’s actually sitting there all cute and obedient—this is gold! No way I’m missing this, I need to record it!"
While snapping away, Merry added, "Speaking of which, Goddess of Fate, aren’t you going to do something about your dear Promise casually flirting with a fairy?"
"No, wait. You’re probably used to it by now.
After all, the goddesses watching him from the shadows have already formed an alliance!"
"And yet, despite all this, he’s still alive and well—truly, only he could pull that off!"
Clotho tilted her head slightly and decided to ignore Merry.
Having spent enough time with her, she had a decent grasp of what kind of person Merry was and because she knew it..she knew her end as well.
Well, in all likelihood, it wouldn’t be long before her name ended up in Promise’s infamous grudge journal.
After all, even Hermes, a major god, had once been mercilessly hunted down by Promise just for watching from the sidelines.
That embarrassing incident had been passed down through myths for thousands of years.
You a goblin.. do you really think you could run away?
But Clotho was too lazy to warm her, after all, she had seen far too many fools like Merry in her time by Promise’s side.
Well..Greek gods..every single one of them, fell into that category.
Therefore, she knew very well..
They were the kind of people who would not shed tears even if they saw a coffin, and who were either courting death or on the way to death.
So, trying to warn them was pointless.
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As Time Passed and Promise recounted his story, the sunlight outside gradually dimmed.
Though it wasn’t quite sunset yet, the end of the day wasn’t far off.
And the protagonist of Promise’s story was, of course, the future Winter Queen Morgan.
That's right—this was a tale of Vivian’s own future.
Being as intelligent as she was, she had realized it early on.
"So... you were actually taken away by the future me?"
Even after learning everything about her future, the very first question Vivian asked and the one she felt was most important—was this.
Looking at her curious gaze, Promise paused for a moment, then, after thinking it over, nodded without any objection.
So Vivian thought about it again.
"But now you’re back, which means my future self couldn’t hold onto you... Hmm, looks like the person who found you is really strong."
She must be a goddess, right... Vivian murmured inwardly.
Yes, she had already figured out the truth.
Ever since that day when Promise made his oath and drew the attention of the gods, Vivian had noticed that those goddesses had gone crazy, leaving various marks on him as if staking their claims over him.
Like a declaration of sovereignty.
"Not strong..just very cute,"
Promise corrected her with a smile.
Well...although he was certain Clotho was watching from somewhere nearby but he couldn't but just say this.
After all, the worst case scenario, all that would happen when he got back was her pinching his cheeks in annoyance.
It wasn’t like she’d step on him or anything... right?
Then came a long, silent pause.
Seeing that Vivian was silent, Promise did not disturb her.
Time passed little by little, and after a long time, the sky outside the window was dyed with the color of dusk.
As everything neared its conclusion, and night was about to fall, Vivian finally raised her head.
Her gaze was calm as she looked at Promise and asked, "And what about her... that ruthless queen? What was her final fate?"
"She was killed by the very fairies who had been incited against her."
Since things had already reached this point, Promise didn’t hide the truth.
"The only person she ever truly trusted was deceived into stabbing her with a magical dagger, delivering a fatal blow.
The person she cared for most was taken hostage, preventing her from resisting.
The fairies, driven into a frenzy, stormed her throne and beat her to death.
And yet, even in her final moments, she still tried to crawl back to her throne.
Because that throne was suppressing the sealed remains of a poisoned god—an entity that was the source of all disasters.
If she didn’t maintain the magical suppression, no one else could restrain that god, and the world would be doomed to destruction."
"I see."
Vivian responded calmly, as if the Queen he was talking about was someone else, not her own future self.
"But I think... she probably never regretted anything."
"It’s just a pity, really. She went so far as to become the ultimate villain, yet in the end, she didn’t die at the hands of a savior."
"For someone playing the role of the final boss, that seems... a bit unprofessional."
Vivian chuckled, even critiquing the tragic ending.
By now, the setting sun had completely disappeared beyond the horizon.
The dim light of the lantern flickered, illuminating the small, darkened library.
It cast a glow over the smile on her lips and the brightness in her fairy eyes.
Those eyes were clear—Vivian wasn’t lying.
It was evident that the queen in that story would never have regretted her choices.
And therefore... Vivian wouldn’t either.
At that moment, the female Merlin, who had been secretly eavesdropping, leaning lazily against the wall in an almost drowsy state, suddenly pouted.
"So, no matter where she is, she always ends up like this."
In True History, Not the Lostbelt
At first, everyone who knew Morgan in proper human history agreed that she was a good woman.
Yet, in the end, she always walked down the same path.
"In fact, I think so too... Oh, by the way, Vivian, aren't you going to ask me why I came back?"
Hearing this, Vivian instinctively turned to look at Promise, meeting those ever-clear, bright emerald eyes.
But at that moment, she couldn't help but avert her gaze.
After a brief silence, she finally asked, "Why?"
However, deep down, she already knew the answer.
"I came to invite you."
Promise paid no mind to her hesitation and continued, "Let's go. Together, we'll ring the Pilgrimage Bells.
In the Inner Sea of the Stars, we will forge the Holy Sword that should have been created long ago."
Pausing slightly, he didn’t wait for Vivian to answer before adding with a smile, "Oh, and just so you know, whether you agree or not, I will ring the bells and forge that sword.
Because in the Queen’s era, I will do the same."
Vivian remained silent for a long while.
"I never doubted that you would use me to erase this mistaken era."
As a Paradise Fairy from the Inner Sea of the Stars, Vivian had always understood her mission and the truth that this world was a Lostbelt.
Not to mention, she had even received information from the real human history, the Morgan the Witch from Arthurian legend had already warned her.
"But... I just don’t understand something."
"I assume the reason you returned is to make the Pilgrimage happen in two different eras simultaneously, allowing the Holy Sword to be forged at the same time in both timelines, thus 'editing out' this world."
"But in fact, you don’t need to go through all this trouble.
You only need to 'edit' one side, and whether it’s the past or the future, this world will be destroyed."
After all, this wasn’t true history, it was a Lostbelt. And in a Lostbelt, a crucial concept applied:
There were no parallel worlds here.
As long as the Holy Sword was forged, the very foundation for this world’s existence would collapse.
And with that, this place would disappear.
As she spoke, Vivian gazed at Promise.
She simply couldn’t understand why he was going out of his way to complicate things.
"Because I want to rewrite your fate."
Under the scrutiny of her fairy eyes, Promise gave her a direct answer.
"I told you, you’re my friend. I want to change your destiny so you don’t have to endure suffering and betrayal in the future.
You are Vivian. Right now, you are not Morgan."
"And, well... I also have a feeling that this will make a beautiful painting—one worthy of my ascent to the Throne of Heroes."
Promise chuckled and continued,
"I have a purpose, Vivian, and you know it well.
I don’t belong to this world. I come from the real world. So since I’m here, I will definitely erase this mistaken place.
But my true goal is to leave behind a legend—one grand enough to reach the Throne of Heroes."
"And what is the grandest legend of this world?"
"Why, of course—
To ring the six Bells of Original Sin, reach the Inner Sea of the Stars, and forge the Star Holy Sword!"
By the way, Promise had a teacher.
That teacher’s name was Hephaestus—the divine blacksmith of the ancient Greek Age of Gods!
Among Artoria’s collection, there was a particular greatsword, one that Hephaestus had once forged for a hero.
Its description claimed that this was a divine weapon far more terrifying in power than even the Star Holy Sword!
So in fact, the moment Promise saw Clotho, the goddess of fate and spoke with the Three Fates, he had already determined what he needed to do in this lifetime.
He would help the Paradise Fairies complete their Pilgrimage.
Then, he would enter the Inner Sea of the Stars and, as a disciple of Hephaestus, forge the Star Holy Sword himself!
When Promise spoke these words, Clotho did not show any reaction at all after all, she was already used to this.
But Merlin...
She stood there in stunned silence for a long time.
Gazing at the boy bathed in moonlight, cherished by its gentle glow, she couldn’t hold back any longer as she turned to Clotho, and blurted out, "Is he always like this?"
The latter gave a small, quiet nod.
"Shit," Merry clutched her chest as if something inside her had just snapped as she muttered.
"I suddenly have the urge to sleep with him and completely defile him!"
The moment those words left her lips—
She was sent flying.
What, do you really think that the petite Clotho isn't a full-fledged goddess?!
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paladar blade
Clotho went from 0 to 100 real quick in the end there huh.
