Shirou Returned from the Fae Kingdom
Author: Jiao Suyi
Synopsis:
After unifying Britain, establishing the Fae Kingdom, and accomplishing all of this, Shirou returned to Japan in 1993.
"Fuyuki... What a peaceful city..."
Shirou had thought he could spend the rest of his life in peace, but then he encountered an unexpected yet familiar figure.
"Morgan!! When did you get here?"
The blonde girl said, "A madman mistook me for Saint Jeanne d'Arc just now, and now this... What do I have to do for people to stop confusing me with my sister, the Queen? I'm King Arthur!"
Shirou said, "That's hilarious. If you're King Arthur, then who am I?"
Volume One 001 Shirou Amamiya
Let us tell the story of a boy.
A boy who yearned for justice more than anyone, and was therefore more ruthless than anyone.
That boy had a simple dream.
He had always prayed in his heart for the establishment of an ideal kingdom without conflict.
At first, it was merely a dream borrowed from someone else.
At the age of seven, he drifted into a distant, unfamiliar otherworld.
Discovered, deceived, captured... In the end, he became a human slave owned by the native fae.
For the next several years, the boy suffered humiliation and abuse.
At the miserable end of his despair, he was rescued by a girl known as a witch.
The witch of the Land of Rain kept the boy by her side, making him her very first companion.
When, exactly, had he begun wanting to fulfill her dream?
Perhaps it was to repay her for saving his life.
Perhaps he had been captivated by her beauty.
Or perhaps the boy's reason was actually the same as the witch's—he simply wanted a "place to belong."
A boy without a place to belong.
A witch without a place to belong.
The two of them took action to create an Elysium of their own.
For six thousand years, wars between kin and unknown calamities had raged across this land.
They purged calamities and mediated conflicts.
Yet every time they achieved results, they were treated as nuisances and rejected.
At first, the two of them could only lick each other's wounds.
Later, they met trustworthy companions, and even the stubborn witch gradually learned to handle things with tact.
Over the years, the two of them endured countless victories and defeats, setbacks and betrayals, arguments and reconciliations.
During this process, they realized that their enemies were not only the calamities, but also the very fae they wished to protect.
The boy and the witch became ruthless without meaning to, and their methods began to escalate.
They defeated every calamity, suppressed every opponent, and conquered every clan.
At the very end, their dream finally became reality.
Yet just as they unified the island and its clans, established a capital and an order, and stood on the verge of their Elysium—
the boy realized that his life had reached its end.
Unlike the witch or the fae, he was a short-lived human by nature.
The boy had continually prolonged his life with magecraft, relying on hibernation, bodily modification, and other means to survive three thousand years, but he had forgotten that he was ultimately still a human soul.
He had forgotten that this world would ultimately have no place for him.
In Year 1 of the Queen's Reign, the boy's life ended on the eve of his coronation.
His tombstone bore these words:
"An otherworldly mage, son of Orkney, fae knight Arthur, Ancestor King of Britain, husband of Queen Morgan—
The Nameless King rests here.
He was once a king, and he shall be a king upon his return."
"Haah... haah... haah... haah...!"
Shirou Amamiya gasped heavily as he sat up from the wooden bed.
A bright, snowy-white space filled his vision.
This is Prydwen, the coffin Morgan specially built for me. It's so spacious... No, wait! Shouldn't I already be dead?!
Shirou looked around in bewilderment, his heart filled with shock.
Where the hell am I? Is this still the Fae Kingdom?
The scene before him seemed strangely familiar.
This was the children's welfare institute where he had once lived!
I'm back?
I returned from Britain to Fuyuki City?!
He lowered his head and looked at his body.
Thin, short, slender, and frail.
He raised his head toward the reflection in the glass.
His baby face, which people often teased him about, had now become the face of a real little child.
Could it be that I not only returned to Fuyuki City, but my body also returned to its seven-year-old state?
How could this be...
Could everything that just happened have been a dream?
The girl named "Morgan," the otherworld called "Britain"... Did none of them exist?
Wild speculation was meaningless.
During his long pilgrimage, Shirou had come to one conclusion: only practice could produce an answer.
He closed his eyes and concentrated, sensing the circuits buried within his body.
Shirou softly chanted a spell.
"—"
In an instant, emerald-green light filled the entire room.
When the light faded, an ornate golden short sword appeared in Shirou's palm.
"...It wasn't a dream."
The boy stared blankly at the magic sword Cruadin in his hand.
It had belonged to the sage Grim, one of his companions in the Fae Kingdom.
The fact that he had successfully projected this magic sword proved that the journey had been real, not a dream or delusion.
At that thought, Shirou's eyes grew unexpectedly moist.
"Speaking of which, a children's welfare institute..."
Shirou Amamiya was an orphan.
He had lost both parents at a very young age and was now living in an orphanage, waiting for some kind-hearted uncle to adopt him.
Although he looked like a seven-year-old boy, the soul living inside him was already old and worn.
I'm already an old man. I feel bad continuing to freeload here... Farewell.
With that thought, Shirou quietly slipped out of the room.
As expected of a child's body. So light.
Although his strength and magical power were less than a tenth of what they had been at their peak, his hands and feet were just as nimble, if not slightly more so.
Security measures at this level are nothing compared to the "Garden" where I used to stay.
The red-haired boy concealed himself and crossed the corridor without making a sound.
Just then, a caregiver appeared ahead.
If I'm discovered, they might send me back to the ward... It shouldn't be a problem.
Instead of hiding, Shirou quickened his pace and followed her.
He stayed right behind the caregiver.
The distance between them was less than ten centimeters, yet Shirou followed her step for step with both audacity and care.
There had been a period when, in order to end a war in a certain territory as quickly as possible, Shirou had developed countless techniques that made his enemies tremble with fear.
Mimicry, infiltration, lockpicking, interrogation, ambushes, assassination, sniping, poisoning, explosives...
Though he was a knight, he had used every underhanded method imaginable, possessing not the slightest shred of a knight's dignity. He was contemptuously called the Fae Slayer, becoming the red nightmare that hung over Britain.
"Hm...?"
Although Shirou had made no sound at all, perhaps due to instinct, the caregiver suddenly turned around!
Naturally, she saw nothing.
If this had been the Shirou of the past, he would have used an almost gymnast-like movement to deftly evade her, then proudly shouted, "Easy as pie!"
But Shirou was only seven now, and the distance between them was simply too close. As a result, he was standing exactly in her blind spot.
"Was it just my imagination...?"
Having seen nothing, the caregiver muttered and continued forward.
Without much effort, Shirou easily escaped the children's welfare institute.
"The blue sky..."
The boy gazed blankly up at the sky.
Accustomed to the twilight-colored skies of the Fae Kingdom, only now did he remember that he had once lived beneath a blue sky.
This was the thing that surprised Shirou Amamiya most after his return.
P.S. 1: A newcomer's first book. Please add it to your collection.
P.S. 2: He isn't a native. Maybe some strange impurities got mixed in...?
Volume One 002 Not a Comrade of Justice
After bowing deeply toward the welfare institute that had raised him for several years, despite the fact that he had little real sense of it, Shirou Amamiya resolutely walked toward the streets of Fuyuki City.
On the tidy streets, vehicles flowed ceaselessly. Along both sides of the road, pedestrians in clean clothes hurried along with indifferent expressions, as though an invisible, thick barrier stood between each person and everyone else.
Looking at the scene before him, Shirou felt no joy at returning to his homeland. Instead, his heart was filled with an intense sense of alienation.
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