Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 121 - : The Depletion of Origin and Soul

[She witnessed the strongest dragon fighting with all its might.]

[Once a proud ancient dragon that had not ventured to the Inner Sea of the Planet, it ultimately met a tragic end, dying in exhaustion beneath the earth.]

[Now, to protect the light,]

[You, like the ancient dragon, stubbornly resisted the world, all to create a brighter future for the girl.]

[She saw this unfold,]

[And understood the reason behind your actions.]

[So, she did not want you to die.]

[If possible, she wanted to continue the life you once had in Londinium.]

[She loved the way you told stories.]

[She wanted to hear you recount the countless beautiful fairy tales that had unfolded on this planet.]

[She knew this was a fantasy, a wishful dream.]

[Merlin had told her that Britain would inevitably fall, and the homeland that held her memories would eventually vanish.]

[She even knew the possible outcome.]

[The Dragon of the Boundary had remained in Britain for too long.]

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[Though you had appeared radiant before the battle, and your sincere request was hard to refuse,]

[Now, she could not continue like this.]

[To achieve victory with minimal losses,]

[As a king, she should have chosen such a flawless strategy.]

[But the consequences of acting on personal desire, whether such a choice could still earn the trust of her knights,]

[She could not know.]

[All she knew was that she wanted to save you.]

[Because you were the lighthouse that guided her, she wanted to walk the path of the future with you.]

"Britain will inevitably face destruction. And you, Moran, said that even if this island perishes, it does not mean everything we have will be buried with it."

[She gazed at your unwavering figure.]

[Her heart was free of any shadow.]

[She was certain that moving forward with you was meaningful, that she would surely see a radiant light.]

[Watching you resist the world,]

[As a solitary king, to be loved by you like this was undoubtedly a heart-stirring thing.]

[You paid the price with your soul and body.]

[You fought hard to reach this point.]

[If even you were to think this was a failure, a foolish act, everything would surely crumble and vanish.]

[It could not end like this.]

[To create more possibilities for the future, to ensure you could also find more happiness, to allow you to go further—]

[She had to protect you.]

[She did not believe that the bond between you and her would lose to the madness of Britain. She would never accept defeat.]

"Artoria, are you sure? Moran didn't want me to tell you about the holy spear. But if you insist on knowing, even if I don't tell you, you'll find out somehow, won't you..."

[Merlin's expression was filled with delight.]

[She showed no remorse as a counselor should.]

[Having learned the truth from her,]

[Since there was a possibility of victory, she would not follow a script that would result in losing her beloved.]

[The future was not something to worry about now.]

[There was no better past than the present.]

"Child of Uther. You cannot save this country. You cannot make humans victorious. You cannot save the man you love. The moment a dragon falls in love with a human, it is already withering and decaying."

Vortigern's voice was clear and strong.

The continuous rain could not drown out his words.

"The age of mystery has long ended. What follows is the age of civilization, the age of humanity. Dragons are not needed by humans. You and he cannot coexist with humans. As long as the two of you live, Britain will have no future—curse it, the Britain of old has already perished."

Artoria pulled the holy spear from Vortigern's chest.

Echoing in her ears was the derisive laughter of the wind.

The old man, along with the darkness, returned to dust.

[The rain finally ceased, and the light returned.]

[Though Vortigern had spoken incomprehensible words at the end, it would not affect the future.]

[Artoria felt no regret.]

[She had drawn the holy spear for you.]

[Gawain, too, had heard Vortigern's final words, but as a knight, he did not understand them.]

[However, one thing was clear.]

[King Arthur had ended the civil war that had plagued Britain for years.]

[As the soldiers and knights watched her heroic figure declare the end of the war,]

[They all bowed to her, certain that the future would bring prosperity.]

"The future... never mind... it's no use thinking about it now..."

[You looked at Artoria, surrounded by the army,]

[And a smile naturally formed on your face.]

[Perhaps the drawing of the holy spear would accelerate the decline of the Age of Gods, but there was no point in dwelling on it now.]

[Your battle with Vortigern had depleted all your reserves.]

[Of course, everything you had done was not without meaning—not a single soldier had died in the fight against Vortigern.]

[The losses had indeed been minimized.]

[Having endured to this point, you were no longer tormented by pain, but faced the depletion of your soul and origin.]

[It was like throwing a sugar cube named soul]

[Into a pool of sulfuric acid.]

[What would happen if you continued to the end? Perhaps you could already guess the answer—]

[The remains of the Albion dragon beneath the earth.]

[No matter what, if this continued, losing yourself was something you would inevitably face.]

"This is the price for my recklessness..."

Moran muttered to himself in self-mockery.

While all the soldiers cheered for King Arthur's victory,

He could barely walk, his steps unsteady.

[However, there is no pessimism in this.]

[All of this is the result of your choices.]

[At present, the path is just more rugged.]

[There is still some distance to the end.]

[Since you've decided to keep striving for happiness, throwing yourself into an impossible battlefield,]

[You've naturally prepared for it.]

[So there's no need to look back. This is the way of the man named Moran, a style that belongs solely to you.]

[If you dwell on this despair,]

[You'll end up like Vortigern, and the pursuit of happiness will become a joke.]

"However, I'm not planning to be that pathetic. I'd rather die than become like Vortigern. Even if I'm drained and withered, I'll still be smiling."

Moran felt the faint dissipation of his self.

This was the result of overexertion.