When Father King and my teacher betrayed me, I endured it all alone. Why should I fall into self-doubt?
I am Queen Morgan, the great savior of Britain. No one can control my destiny--
"Hmm? There seems to be something under the pillow..."
Morgan reached out and pulled a ball of yarn from beneath the pillow--
It was a shabby cloth dog plushie, so old and worn that it was painful to look at.
"Ah..."
Morgan's voice trembled, and her mind went blank.
This little dog plushie had "once" been Morgan's favorite toy.
When she was still a princess kept deep within the palace, Morgan would always hug it while confiding her troubles and joys.
As Morgan began her own adventures under the name Ash and saw the vast world outside, the plushie gradually fell into neglect.
The plushie had come from a fairy tale she had read as a child.
An anthropomorphic dog who loved cooking and would transform into a knight to protect others in times of crisis—it had "once" been Morgan's favorite character.
And then, its name seemed to be--
"Shi...rou... Wait, that pronunciation... is...?"
The Queen murmured it over and over, rolling the nostalgic pronunciation around in her mouth and confirming it.
"Shirou... Shirou... Shirou... Shirou Shirou Shirou Shirou Shirou... Ah!!!"
Morgan clutched her head.
Then, fragmented memories began flowing into her mind like bubbles.
"Ah... ah..."
Her fingernails dug into her skin.
Tears began gathering in her eyes.
Morgan gripped her own heart tightly.
A wrenching pain came from her chest, but compared with the pain deeper within--
Compared with the suffering on the level of her soul, the pain in her flesh was insignificant.
Shirou.
The thing she must never forget... her beloved younger brother.
The thing more important than anything else... her beloved