"Would you like to co and see it?"
Promise ignored the antics of lly and rlin and turned toward Morgan, Vivian, and the others, extending an invitation to them.
"The mont when the Holy Sword is forged."
It was also—
The mont this Lostbelt world would et its end.
Morgan did not imdiately answer.
Instead her gaze shifted to Vivian,
Who was holding Baobhan Sith in her arms, looking a little overwheld.
Her eyes flickered slightly before she asked—
"So this is one of the reasons you ca from the past to see ..."
"Are you afraid I will kill him?"
Morgan was the Queen of the Lostbelt,
And she had guarded this world for thousands of years and now soone was doing to destroy it.
Any normal person could guess what she would do..but.
"No."
"I told you, I only ca to see you, to tell you my ending."
Gently comforting the Baobhan Sith in her arms,
Vivian looked at the self that had chosen a different path.
Her gentle smile never faded as she answered.
"He is a miracle walking through fate."
"The path he walks will rewrite what was once an inescapable destiny—including yours."
"And I also know that he has made a vow with that lovely Goddess of Fate, under her watchful gaze—"
"To paint and compose the most beautiful future."
"So, I showed you my ending."
"And I also wish to see yours."
A different future, yet influenced by the sa person.
As Vivian's gentle voice faded,
The wind stirred, carrying through the sea of flowers,
Brushing against their long, flowing hair.
"Ahem—excuse , may I interrupt for a mont?"
lly, ever the troublemaker, coughed and spoke up,
Clearly unwilling to take anything seriously.
She continued to court death and looked at both of them with a strange expression before asking.
"You two... are really both called Morgan?"
Hearing her words, Vivian's smile faded slightly.
She and Morgan turned their heads at the sa ti—
Their cold gazes fell on lly.
Even Artoria Caster, at this point, was giving her a look of sheer exasperation.
"Promise."
Morgan finally spoke again in a calm tone.
"Stay away from them in the future."
"And if we et again, I will imprison you all in the depths of the abyss."
Hearing this, lly, rather than being intimidated, looked pleased.
"Now that's the Morgan I know!"
"Though, I'm not afraid of you at all~"
Smiling brightly,
lly suddenly turned,
And in the next mont—
She wrapped herself around Promise's arm, pressing her body against him as she spoke.
"Because the handso and adorable Promise-kun will definitely protect this weak and helpless lady, won't he?~"
rlin covered his face.
At this mont,
Even he couldn't bear to watch anymore.
Facing the awkward from Vivian, Artoria, and the others,
"Promise."
rlin cleared his throat, forcing a smile.
"Now that everything is ready, let us continue."
"It's ti to write the conclusion to this rather... not-so-beautiful story."
The next step is to forge the Holy Sword.
The Holy Sword Must Be Forged—But Where?
Now,
They needed a place to forge the Holy Sword.
Just as rlin raised his staff, preparing to chant another long fairy incantation—
Promise had already given the answer.
From the sky,
He retrieved another painting.
And in the next mont—
A magnificent sound filled the air—
The clear cry of a pegasus.
A brilliant cot streaked across the heavens,
Descending toward them.
rlin paused for a mont,
Then smiled and lowered his staff.
At the sa ti—
"Oh! Look at —"
"Co to think of it, I completely forgot to properly introduce sothing to you all!"
lly suddenly clapped a hand to her forehead, then even stuck out her tongue playfully.
Glancing at Morgan, Vivian, and the others, she tilted her head slightly, blinking, and said—
"Or is it that everyone... is actually not curious about Promise' true identity at all?"
She tilted her head further, feigning confusion.
But the smile on her face and in her eyes could not be concealed at all.
At this point, even Baobhan Sith, who had just stopped crying, wiped away her tears and turned toward lly,
Joining Morgan, Vivian, and the others—
All of whom stared at her with silent expectation.
They were all waiting—
For what was sure to be rry's another ridiculous performance.
"Hmm... where should I start?"
lly tapped her lips, pretending to think seriously.
"Ah, let's start with the basics—his real identity."
"Promise actually cos from the future—from a place called Chaldea."
"And in Chaldea, Heroic Spirits are welcod visitors."
"So, to put it simply—"
"If you ever want to see him again, you can co visit Chaldea after this is all over!"
As soon as lly finished speaking, rlin couldn't help but interject—
"Wait, if they go to Chaldea now—"
However..
"Ahh, don't be so stiff~!"
lly waved him off, cutting him off mid-sentence.
"Besides, by the ti he arrives, everything will already be a ss anyway."
She then turned her gaze toward the calm and composed Morgan,
A sly smirk spreading across her lips.
"And look at our dear Queen Morgan here—so calm, so unbothered."
"It is obvious, she's known all along."
"I bet she's been planning to go find him and have so fun once all of this is over."
Morgan stood quietly, making no response.
She neither confird nor denied it.
rlin hesitated, words caught on the tip of his tongue.
He glanced instinctively at Promise,
Then, as if sothing clicked in his mind, he turned his gaze toward Clotho, the Goddess of Fate.
Then—
He sighed, resigning himself.
...Never mind. I suppose I wouldn't be able to stop it anyway.
The realization instantly lifted a weight off his shoulders.
And so—
He smiled, and said
"In that case, allow to introduce another story about him."
As he spoke,
The pegasus had already descended from the sky,
Its pure white wings unfurled,
Catching the attention of everyone present.
It gracefully landed beside Promise,
Then, upon seeing the new and unfamiliar faces,
The pegasus blinked, looking a little lost at first—
Until it spotted Clotho, the Goddess of Fate.
The mont it did,
The pegasus instantly lost interest in everything else.
Without hesitation, it turned away,
Casually flicked its tail,
And trotted off to graze on so grass.
"Hey—NO!"
lly snapped, her eyes widening in protest as she looked at rlin and spoke.
"I specifically saved the most interesting part for later, and now you're stealing my mont?!"
The latter, however, ignored her complaints, with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, he cleared his throat, preparing to speak—
But then—
"He is the student of the Centaur Sage, Chiron."
The voice was soft and childlike,
Yet carried the undeniable weight of divinity.
A voice that was both a statent and a proclamation—
One that could not be ignored.
Everyone, including Promise himself, was stunned.
Because no one expected that the one who would speak these words, was none other than Clotho, the Goddess of Fate.
The Fate-Woven Past of Promise
"And at the sa ti, he is the beloved of the gods."
"Queen Hera showered him with the adoration of the gods."
"The Goddess of Wisdom, Athena, granted him the wisdom to overco any obstacle."
"The Goddess of Justice, Themis, raised the scales of judgnt, bestowing upon him the virtue of righteousness."
"And the Goddess of Fate shall witness—"
"—the future that he rewrites."
"With the pure white feathered paintbrush in his hands, he once painted the Twelve Olympian Gods, one by one."
"The vast blue sky and the endless night served as his canvas."
"And the heroes he depicted took pride in being immortalized by his hand—"
"Even the gods themselves envied the honor."
"From the very beginning, starting with the promise made to Queen Hera, he stood upon the court of divine judgnt, passing sentence upon the gods."
"And among the stars—"
"—he seized a falling cot from the heavens themselves."
Clotho spoke these words,
Her voice steady, unwavering.
And as her final words fell,
Fate's imprint unfolded before them all.
She unveiled her divine authority,
Guiding them through the long three years that had shaped Promise.
She made them witness—
The marks he had left upon the world.
Clotho, in all her divine pride, boasted of his legacy.
"He has left his footprints in many places."
"Upon the Path of No Return, leading to the Underworld."
"Upon the skies of the Olympian Gods' kingdom."
"Within the depths of the abyssal sea."
"Wherever he sought to go—"
"The pegasus, with its pure wings unfurled, carried him to his destined places."
"And so, it shall be the sa now."
As Clotho's final words fell,
They all awoke from the vision woven by fate.
After waking up, lly puffed her cheeks,
Clearly frustrated that Clotho had stolen her grand reveal.
rlin, too, looked a bit disappointed.
Vivian, on the other hand—
Well ..her expression was one of pure shock,
Her eyes reflecting the sheer weight of what she had just witnessed and so, she was the first to speak—
"The Dragon of Catastrophe, Typhon, whom he judged."
"The flawless Goddess, Athena, whom he shot down with an arrow."
"The long voyage aboard the Argo, his endless journey—"
"So this... this is who you truly are?"
"Promise, you—"
Just as Vivian looked up,
Preparing to question him, she froze.
Because—
He was gone.
And with him—
The pegasus that had descended from the sky.
"The pegasus..."
"It has already taken him to his next destination."
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