Morgan:
… Hm. I had been concerned about it, but there was no interference from Merlin. What a heartless man.
Guda:
………
(Vision fades repeatedly; on the third fade, a thumping sound ensues)
Artoria:
Ah… Aaaaahh!!
Everyone, everyone!!
Morgan:
That’s correct. Everyone will die because of your foolishness. I came here without much determination nor hope. I’ve come this far without believing in anyone.
The immature
Avalon le Fae
Fairy of Paradise
. My countrymen who have been seduced by prophecy. No one will thank you. No one will lend you their hand.
There is no one to reward. No one to praise. No one to share in our happiness.
You will die alone on a bloodstained hill,
like yourself in Proper Human History.
Saving Britain. The fate of the “Child of Prophecy” was decided when they set out to do such a thing.
You can’t save something
that’s already dead.
It wasn’t me you had to fight. It was the “mission” that drove you to this point.
(Morgan begins charging a chungus spell. However, she disappears. The original Morgan has been attacked, and so her clones vanish.)
Guda:
…… she disappeared?
A Voice Echoing on the Wind:
…… is it going?
…… can you hear this voice?
I am Aurora, the chief of the Wind Clan.
I may not be able to fight, but at least, I can do this much…
Please, to all the fairies in Britain, I hope that my voice may reach you.
Guda:
Aurora’s voice is being heard all across Camelot…
Aurora’s Voice:
As we speak, in Camelot, brave fairies are fighting to defeat the Morgans in this land.
The power of the Queen is immense. We respected the Queen more than we respected each other, and more than she respected us.
She has been the guardian of Britain for 2000 years. What fairy wouldn’t be proud of her?
… but. In spite of your kindness, there are some facts that cannot be overlooked.
To all those fighting for Camelot, please listen to us.
The true identity of Queen Morgan. What she was doing behind the scenes, all throughout history.
[scene cuts to throne room, shortly prior.]
The Fairies Gathered Around the Throne:
Hahahahaha! Look, look at their wretched figures! The rebels are fleeing!
This is the punishment for a lower-class fairy entering Camelot! Look, the escape route’s blocked, they need help!
(TL Note: remember, this is many fairies, so thoughts can jerk very suddenly and contradict each other)
What are you happy about, my mansion’s been destroyed! This is total overkill, they’ve gotten off better than us!
Please stop this now! Isn’t there some spell to kill them all at once!?
What’s there to say, it’s fun, it’s fun!
It’s a festival, a festival! This is what war’s all about!
(They murmur among themselves)
Secretary Meldik:
……
Morgan:
Hm. I thought I’d killed him…
Muramasa and the others… they’re quite stubborn, aren’t they?
Another two should be sufficient. Three was enough for the “Child of Prophecy”... Meldik?
Secretary Meldik:
…...Queen…... watch…… out……
(He dies. Bloodily.)
The Fairies Gathered Around the Throne:
Wh-What!?
The Knight Meldik, a squire of the Queen, has fallen!?
Meldik is one of the Queen’s Guards! He’s no ordinary knight, for him to fall so easily…
???:
… praise now…
… bow now…
… the guardian of Britain…
… we…… the Fang Clan…… our master…
… Her Majesty…… to be… in your presence……
… Her Majesty…… there is… in your presence……
(The fairies gathered begin screaming)
The Fairies Gathered Around the Throne:
Wh-wh-what is that!?
Where did it come from!?
Guards! What are the guards doing!?
Morgan:
Woodwose. So you’re alive.
Did you use the underground passageway?
I believe I taught you that one during the Battle of Mors.
That was a thousand years ago, if I recall.
Woodwose:
…… of course…… just in case……
…… it was something, just for me……
…… this Woodwose…… even one hour……
…… I haven’t forgotten…… not here……
…… Your Majesty. Your Majesty.
…… please tell me, Your Majesty.
…… where is the “Child of Prophecy”......
…… where is Beryl Gut……
…… no…… no, no, no……!
I don’t care about such trivial matters……!
Why didn’t you send reinforcements……?
Why did you leave the Fang Clan to die……?
I would like to hear your answers……
Your Majesty…… Queen Morgan!
Morgan:
Reinforcements?
Oh, the case of Londonium? That’s a curious thing to ask.
Reinforcements were deployed. Unfortunately, it seems they weren’t of help to you.
Woodwose:
Ahh… ah…
aaaAAAAAA………
(Flashback to when Aurora lied to Woodwose)
Aurora:
So you say you absolutely believe in Her Majesty?
But never forget this;
If Her Majesty says “I haven’t sent any reinforcements”, then you’re right.
She trusted you and believed you didn’t need any reinforcements.
But…… if she says “I sent reinforcements”, then…
It was a lie. It was a lie meant to deceive you.
A lie told in order to cut off the Fang Clan.
Because they were never sent.
That much is a truth that cannot be falsified.
The Queen has cut you off because you’re no longer needed.
(Return to present)
Woodwose:
… Mor… gan……
…… MORGAAAAAAAAAAAN!
Morgan:
!
The Fairies Gathered Around the Throne:
Ahhhhh!
W-W-Woodwose, he’s gone mad! Insane!
Somebody stop him, he’s pushed the Queen to the floor!
She’ll be beaten to death like this!
It’s impossible to stop Woodwose!
I don’t wanna do it! I don’t wanna do it!
(Woodwose begins attacking Morgan)
Woodwose:
I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you…!
Our 2000 years of loyalty, my 1000 years of loyalty!
How dare you, how dare you mock our loyalty……!!
A person like you could never be loved! You will never have any love!
Die, die, die, die!
I don’t want a master who doesn’t love me!
You witch! You witch! I was a fool to trust you!
I’m the rightful king of Britain! I, as an A-Rei, should’ve been the apex!
What “fairy country”, what “our country”!?
If only you didn't exist! If you didn't exist!
(Morgan counter attacks)
Woodwose:
…… gah.
Morgan:
… jeez, even after all that hard work you put in to learn some civility, you dolt.
Those bloodshot eyes. They’re truly quite ugly.
… but your fur hasn’t changed one bit.
Young hero. Brave Woodwose…
Your fur is…
The warmest, most lovely fur in all of Britain.
Woodwose:
A… ahh……. a…... a……….
… what is this…
…… what have I……
… if you don’t say it…
… if you don’t put it into words, I don't know that……
… forgive me…
… forgive me, Your Majesty…
… despite being loved so much, i….
(Woodwose becomes a Mors, then disintegrates. Morgan rises, face bloodied, and crown missing.)
The Fairies Gathered Around the Throne:
Well, we’re glad you’re safe, Your Majesty…
So, why don’t you rest? You’re in no state to move about…
What are you saying!? There are still rebels left! Your Majesty, the Throne is over here!
Please use your power to your fullest! You are the singular ruler of Britain!
Morgan:
…… I don’t need to be told.
The throne is… over there.
(Morgan begins crawling to it, but behold! An isekai protag.)
Spriggan:
No, no. There’s no need for you to return to the throne.
You’re not worthy of it anymore.
(A bunch of Enforcement Knights appear)
Morgan:
… You’re the one who got Woodwose into trouble.
Have you had enough of your long life, Spriggan? Do you now wish for your own demise?
Spriggan (Hiding behind Knights):
No way. Life expectancy is always a concern, but to each his own as they say.
Right now, there’s a good chance of winning. In fact, I think right now’s the only time there’ll be such a chance.
Your fairy country was wonderful. No one else has been the ruler for the whole of your 2000-year-long reign.
But it got a little boring, didn’t it? It’s hard to make new art when there’s no other cultures to interact with.
We can’t be called a country if there’s neither prosperity nor war.
Queen Morgan. Britain is no longer your garden. You must leave your girlish dreams behind.
(The Knights prepare to attack, but Morgan’s staff begins glowing.)
Morgan: … It appears I’ve been underestimated.
Even if I’m in pain, I won’t fall to a common soldier.
(Morgan looks shocked, and stops her spell. Spriggan reveals an injured Baobhan Sith)
(The knights begin attacking Morgan while she’s stunned.)
Morgan:
… Baobhan… Sith
Girl who had her limbs removed:
Thank you, witch. Thank you for your hard work.
People say such horrible things about witches, but I’m so grateful to you, witch.
For the bond we shared, thank you.
In other words, thank you for making me.
You’ve done such a good job, thank you.
Please, rest in peace now.
(Flashback/Morgan's recollections)
Back in the beginning. Back in a time where I didn’t even have any friends.
I wasn’t called a saviour, I was said to be a witch.
When I opened my eyes in Orkney, I received the knowledge of the previous me.
The Morgan of Proper Human History.
The Fairy Queen who entrusted me with everything, despite knowing she would be shattered.
I knew Morgan’s fate.
A woman with no place in Proper Human History.
She was born as the heir to the British Isles, but she was defeated by King Arthur.
For Morgan, the British Isles were everything.
If you exclude the British Isles, then Morgan is worthless.
And indeed, that’s why she became worthless.
It’s certain that a particular “me” was summoned into the British Lostbelt, and lamented the tragedy of the isles.
But, at the same time, I think this is what I thought:
“If this is Britain, then this time…”
It was only natural that “me”, who had no place to stay, would try to protect her new home.
I had a mission from Paradise, but it was to destroy the entire British Isle.
“I” loved the British Isles, even if they were a Lostbelt.
I wanted to do that same thing.
I took the hint, and chose to live as “me”.
Voices of Fairies:
Witch! Witch! Witch!
Even though a “Calamity” occurred, you’re the only one who survived!
But in order to do this, first I had to reign over the fairies.
Over and over, I exorcised the “Calamitiy”
Over and over, I mediated disputes between the Clans.
Over and over, I was accused of being a witch.
Over and over, my heart was shattered.
But it’s okay. I don’t love the fairies.
I love the British Isles.
It’s the country I create, and where I truly belong.
Something I could never get in Proper Human History;
My “Britain”.
I was willing to do whatever it took to build it.
But when you dig deep enough, you’ll find that the right answer is to protect the fairies.
A Girl who was overused and abandoned:
“Thank you… Thank you…
You gave me water… thank you…”
“But you should drink up too, witch.
Because you’ve been doing your best.”
After all these years, I believe I’ve grown rather fond of the “means” too.
I’ve made reliable friends, and I’ve been able to move forward on my own two feet.
I’ve learned how to pretend to be a saviour too.
I thought the fairy who gave me such a kind name would be happier if I was a saviour, so I changed my name to Tonelico.
I lost Londonium. All my friends have left me.
But that doesn’t matter. This time I’ll build my Britain.
It is for this reason alone that I’m alive.
It is for this reason alone that “I” was shattered.
My Britain. My fairy country.
I was originally going to make it an even crueller country, but for the sake of that girl, I made it gentler.
I let them laugh. I let them have fun. I let them make friends. I can only hope that this country lasts forever.
I am a traitor to mankind. I fulfilled my dream, in defiance of the “Mission from Paradise”.
I’ve isolated the Fairy Kingdom beyond the Farthest Ends, but on the planet, there are worlds with the same coordinates.
We may receive guests from all across Proper Human History.
How is my country? Is it beautiful? Is it dreamlike?
If so, then there’s no greater joy I can imagine.
Fairy Country Britain welcomes you all, my guests.
May this landscape remain forever in your memories.
(Returning to the present, Morgan counterattacks and slaughters all the knights)
Spriggan:
What the!?
Morgan:
Haaa.... Ah…
I said don’t underestimate me……
If you’ve only struck for the neck, you haven’t killed your enemy.
(Morgan continues crawling to the throne)
Morgan:
Ha… aaa… haa….
Haaaaa… aaa……
Haaaa…….haaaa…...haaaa……
The Fairies Gathered Around the Throne:
(Gah, what do we do, what do we do……!?
Spriggan’s rebelling isn’t he!?)
(Then, is Spriggan the king?
No, Queen Morgan is still alive!)
(She’s only moving her left hand?
How are we meant to defeat the rebels with that?)
(Wait a minute, what’ll happen to us?
The rebels will kill us!)
(Do you wanna help the Queen? I don’t trust Spriggan……
Maybe if we put her on the throne, she’ll be able to do something?)
(No, I don’t wanna. She’s so bloody and dirty.
Besides, no matter which side you choose, you’re gonna get sick anyway.)
(Yeah, yeah! Let’s watch what happens, then we can side with the winners!)
Aurora’s Voice:
… but. In spite of your kindness, there are some facts that cannot be overlooked.
To all those fighting for Camelot, please listen to us.
The true identity of Queen Morgan. What she was doing behind the scenes, all throughout history.
The Fairies Gathered Around the Throne:
Aurora’s “Wind Tidings”! What on earth is she going to talk about?
Aurora’s Voice:
Everything was the doing of one woman.
Tonelico, the Saviour according to the Fairy Calendar.
She isn’t a British fairy. She is a fairy from another world, and so she is our enemy.
Her purpose was to control our Britain.
For that goal, she caused many “Calamities” and disturbed the bonds of the clans.
Most important of them all was the destruction of Londonium.
When she finally appeared, she killed Uther, the King of Britain, and disrupted the unity of the clans.
For her, any other king was an eyesore at best.
And due to the blood and hatred shed during this conflict, the “Great Calamity” has become stronger than it’s ever been before!
There are very few fairies who have been alive since that time…
2000 years ago, on that day… our Britain was destroyed.
The Fairies Gathered Around the Throne:
What are you talking about, Aurora!? We died 2000 years ago, did we?
How can that be true? What about we fairies who are still alive now!?
Aurora’s Voice:
No, no. We should’ve died in the “Great Calamity”.
Because the fairies who survived would’ve made a peaceful Britain afterwards.
But that was not to be.
Tonelico survived the decline of Londonium.
Morgan, a witch, created a terrible plot.
Morgan used our precious World Tree for her own personal gain.
She took the magical energy contained within the World Tree.
She made the World Tree wither.
She used that magical energy to bring us fairies back to life. They say it’s called a Chaldean Summoning.
The Command Spells we fairies have were not engraved in Camelot.
Everyone’s born with it. It’s a mark of our slavery to a witch, a gift of our time and magical energy to her.
(The crowd gets restless)
Aurora’s Voice:
And so the witch started a new Britain.
With a false era, the so-called Queen’s Calendar.
The reason Britain does not expand, and why the humans cannot use the land effectively.
The destruction caused by the “Great Calamity” is all because it was made that way.
Please, I want you all to know. We, the fairies of Britain, have been working together for 2000 years.
And all that time, we’ve been tormented and used by witches for their personal gain.
This witch’s name is Morgan. She is a false queen descended from Paradise to dominate us.
I acknowledge the achievement of continuing to save Britain from the Mors, but under no circumstances is she a person who can be loved.
My dear fairies who live in Camelot. I ask you once again to question yourselves this:
Who should be defeated? Who is the right fairy to rule over Camelot?
The Fairies Gathered Around the Throne:
Terrible. Truly terrible. It’s quite awful, to hear that about the Queen…
I mean…
Don’t you need that?
(The fairies begin rioting, tossing garbage and debris at Morgan.)
Spriggan:
…… Perhaps I shouldn’t have done this. Things are burning up faster than I expected.
(Spriggan exits. Fucking coward.)
Baobhan Sith:
Ah……
(The riot continues; glass is breaking, and the screen thumps a couple times.)
The Fairies Gathered Around the Throne:
Get out. Get out.
Morgan:
Nn…
Haa.. haaa…. Aaa….
The Fairies Gathered Around the Throne:
Oh my, throwing things isn’t stopping her at all! Well, can’t be helped!
We’ll just have to use the soldier’s swords!
Yeah, YEAH! Let’s do it! We’re not gonna get tricked by you anymore you vicious witch!
(Morgan is rushed on both sides; her sprite vanishes off screen)
Morgan:
…… You’re all……
what……
The Fairies Gathered Around Morgan:
Shut up! It’s all your fault that the world is the way it is!
Morgan:
No… put me on the throne…….
If it’s not me on it……
The Fairies Gathered Around Morgan:
You can’t do anything now, and you’ve destroyed our world so many times!
Morgan:
Stop… stop…
Somebody, please…
The Fairies Gathered Around Morgan:
Witch! Witch! I’m so proud we’re making a better world!
Morgan:
Stop… Stop it…. Put me on…… the throne……
The Fairies Gathered Around Morgan:
Useless! Useless! We don’t need it! We don’t need you! If it’s useless, we don’t need it anymore!
Morgan:
The throne… put me on……!
I don’t want… to lose Britain…… again……!
The Fairies Gathered Around Morgan:
Huh. She’s finally stopped. She was damn persistent right up until the end.
But it’s a good thing. She’s finally reaping what she sowed, eh? She’s been torturing fairies for too long.
By the way………
Who’s that dirty fairy laying on the ground?