Leaves carried the news.
In the Fairies' homeland—Fairy Britain, crossed beyond the White Barrier—the Queen Morgan had vanished.
On a certain day in Fairy Calendar 2018, their eternal monarch, who had reigned over the Fairy Kingdom for two thousand years, disappeared without a trace. There were no warnings, no clues—only that morning, when the courtiers assembled for the daily audience, they found the great throne utterly vacant.
From the day she vanished, after the Prophecy‐Child's foretold words, a new rumor spread through the Holy Capital Camelot:
"Before the Queen's disappearance she left a maxim: Britain's new king will be born among the many Fairy Lords."
Whether chieftains of the Six Great Clans, any of the Three Fairy Knights, or those exiled or holding remote fiefs, all had the right to become the new sovereign.
Power‐hungry lords began to stir. Blades of authority, serpents of conspiracy, and shadows of desire wove an enormous web over Britain, ensnaring all fairies in its turbulent whirlpool.
Yet beyond those mighty claimants, the fairies grew to long for the rise of another kind of monarch—they called this candidate the Prophecy Child.
This was the vanished clan's legend: Einseil, last chieftain of the Mirror Clan, before disappearing, had prophesied that in sixteen years a Savior‐Child would appear. Guided by the Chosen Staff, the true king would be crowned. When six bells tolled, the false queen would fall—and together fairies and humans would end the age of lies.
The Mirror Clan's prophecies had never failed. And Queen Morgan's disappearance came exactly sixteen years after that prediction. So ever more fairies believed: some said the Queen fled to avoid the prophecy; others claimed the Prophecy Child's birth drove her away; still others whispered that the Prophecy Child was her descendant, and only her vanishing allowed that new life to emerge…
In any case, the legendary Prophecy Child would carry every fairy's hope—brightest, strongest, most exalted of all.
…
"Ahahaha…so I guess, how could someone like me be the Prophecy Child? There must be some mistake, right?"
Altria Caster muttered to herself as Salisbury's guards jeered.
"—Which country bumpkin fairy village did you crawl out of? Your clothes look so tattered, and your Magic Power is barely above zero. You? The Prophecy Child?"
"—I get it. After the Queen disappeared they canceled the manhunt, and now every charlatan claims to be the Prophecy Child. But you're a low‐rank country fairy—pathetic!"
"—Hey, there's a bunch of Morasses down in the sewers; why don't you, 'Prophecy Child,' go clean them out? Just don't blame us if you die down there!"
Their barbs stung—but Altria couldn't even summon anger. Because they spoke only the plain truth.
As they saw, her Magic Power didn't even reach the fairy average. She was indeed a village girl from some backwater hamlet—poorly dressed and entirely unremarkable.
No influence, no backing; no great strength, no sharp wits; beauty-wise, she'd flunked preliminaries in the Gloster pageant five years ago, with critics saying her very presence dragged the contest's tone into the mud. Her personality was equally forgettable. Her lone virtue: recovering quickly from failure—but only because hardship had dogged her since birth. If they ever ranked Britain's "most pitiful fairy," she'd place high.
How could someone like her be the Prophecy Child? How could she become queen? Any lord with half a pinky could crush her.
"Even if you're joking, give me some of those flashy hero perks from Gloster's adventure novels—some golden finger, at least, or I'll die before I know it…" she grumbled.
"And a comrade to share the burden—being alone is awful…"
"…it really is awful…"
Dragging her feet back to the camp outside the city, Altria trudged along when suddenly she heard a strange voice ring in her mind:
[Queen Simulator loading…]
[Verifying current game version…complete]
["Queen Simulator: Eternal Fairyland v1.0 (Official)" loaded successfully]
[This game will reference your personal history and personality to simulate all your actions.]
[Begin game?]
What in the world…?
Altria froze. Could it be the golden finger—her Prophecy‐Child role-bonus—arriving sixteen years late?
After hesitation, she pressed Yes.
[Welcome back, Player #002, ID: Altria]
[Simulation start—Session 1001]
[Early 2018: Your home village was burned. Your beloved grandfather died protecting you, and you fled Tintagel, wandering to Salisbury.]
[Because of your ragged clothes and low Magic Power, the guards mocked your Prophecy-Child claim and ordered you to clear the Morasses from the sewer to prove yourself.]
[Although you knew they wouldn't accept you even if you succeeded, you decided to obey: "If I can at least do this, maybe I'm worth something, right?"]
Altria winced, seeing her grief-stricken self on the holo-screen. That…was exactly what she would do.
[Next day: After a grueling fight, you cleared the sewer of Morasses and returned, soot-covered, to report to the guards.]
[Your Charm rating temporarily falls due to the filthy task; others' opinion of you drops.]
[The guards dismiss you without listening and refuse to let you back into Salisbury.]
"Ha…of course that happens."
Her grip on her staff tightened for a moment, then slackened. Head bowed, eyelids heavy, she sighed.
[As you leave Salisbury, a patrolling guard stops you.]
[He recognizes your Prophecy-Child status and believes your story. He offers to become your companion, to join you on your journey out of Salisbury.]
[Accept?]
"Huh?"
Altria's head snapped up; her dull eyes suddenly sparkled. Someone believed in her. Someone wanted to help her.
She almost leapt—then firmly pressed Accept.
A burst of buling-buling chimed, and a golden holo-screen unfolded before her. In its center appeared a stylized portrait:
[Squire — Guenivere]
A youth around twenty, clad in simple but well-kept guard's armor. Tall and sturdy for a human—muscular from long training. His dark short hair was slightly tousled; his features were honest and sunny. Not a superstar, but impossible to dislike at first glance.
Below the portrait:
[SSR Servant Unlocked: Guenivere—Add him to your party?]
…
As Altria sat outside, dazed by the holo-screen, inside the Salisbury guard barracks, Guenivere—who had just ducked out early for a little R&R—pumped his fist.
"Yes! First simulation and I already found my waifu C-Dai!"
In front of him hovered a screen only he could see:
[Life Simulator: Fairy Britain v0.2 Beta Test]
[Welcome back, Player #001, ID: Guenivere]
[Current session: 1001]