It was as if fate had already decided it. You lost to Morgan. She unified the land and eliminated all who threatened her rule. This Lostbelt will remain forever. It was completely cut off from your world and became a world unto itself beyond reason.

Mash and your own Servants were all killed before your eyes. Even now, you can’t contact Chaldea. They may all be dead. Now you have lost your ability to become a Master, leaving you as a mere mortal abandoned in this place.

After you were captured by the Fairy Knights in a cell, you were summoned to Morgan's throne. The cruel and ruthless Queen was sitting on her throne, her empty gaze staring down at you, making you feel pressured. You were chained around your neck and hands so that you couldn't do anything.

"This is not the first time we have met, but it may be the last. This place is cut off from your world. I will continue to rule the Faerie Britain. Anyone who stands in my way will be turned into dust. Now you are just a helpless human being in my hands."

Morgan walked down from her throne and then placed her hand under your chin to lift your face up to look at her. "In those eyes, I saw your despair. It was no different from when I saw disaster with my own eyes..." She was reading your blank but hopeless expression. For some reason, it made her smile faintly even though she was someone who didn't show much expression. "I'm starting to like you." After she said those words, she walked back up to the throne and sat down.

"I'm giving you a choice: either be executed in front of my people or live and serve me." Morgan pauses before continuing. "Or would you prefer that I treat you as a husband?"