Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 122 - : My Ending Will Be Decided by Me

[It's difficult to reclaim what's been lost, and you don't hold much hope for it.]

[So now, you want to remember more.]

[You want to remember what fragments you've lost.]

[Not just engraved in your heart,]

[But recorded in this simulation, even if only as an anomaly, to be etched into this world.]

[Even if you lose yourself,]

[You can still be an observer, knowing how you fought against fate, and even if your soul burns out, you can still recall—]

[The undimmed, radiant aurora.]

[You know that you need to keep moving forward now. This body will turn to ashes, but it will also become nourishment,]

[Bringing you one step closer to a satisfying end.]

[This is also to maintain your sense of self.]

"Moran—!!"

[As your consciousness began to fade,]

[You heard a voice filled with concern and worry.]

[It was the King of Knights, beloved by her army.]

[She pushed aside her subordinates and rushed to your side, having long discarded the dignity of a king.]

Ah... I wanted to teach her... to act more like a king at times like this... but it seems I no longer have the strength...

[You felt the softness pressing against you,]

[And sighed deeply in your heart.]

[However, even as you endured the pain of your origin being depleted, hearing this voice filled with care,]

[You truly found some comfort.]

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[It filled the void of what you had lost.]

[This way, even if you sink into the deepest darkness,]

[You're certain you'll have the strength to wake up.]

[The Mad King Vortigern has fallen.]

[King Arthur's triumphant return has revitalized Britain.]

[Afterwards, the knights who reclaimed Camelot began rebuilding the holy city as planned.]

[With the help of the fairies,]

[The reconstruction of the city didn't take long.]

[The return of the Holy Sword's wielder]

[Restored the city's mystique, and it was reborn as the new white city of Camelot.]

[Now, there are two things left to do.]

[The Picts in the north of Britain, and those Saxons who still harbor ill intentions.]

[However, that's a concern for the future.]

[After the battle with Vortigern,]

[You returned to Avalon for a long-awaited rest.]

"Stay in Avalon."

"Merlin, you know that's impossible."

"You're so stubborn! Do you know how bad your condition is? I'm rarely this kind."

Merlin frowned, feeling a headache coming on.

In the sea of fragrant flowers,

Moran, who had been resting for some time, woke up.

He lay in the warm, flowing sea of flowers, gazing up at the sky veiled in a dreamlike haze.

"My origin is depleted. If this continues, I'll probably keep losing myself—but I thought of this cost from the beginning, so my answer to you remains the same."

"There's still a chance to turn back. You can stay in the Inner Sea of the Planet. There's no need to force yourself to remain in the present world. If you could become a pure spirit like a god, that would be fine, but you're a living being. You can't survive like this."

Merlin wasn't impatient.

She knelt beside him, patiently explaining.

"You're getting stranger. As an observer, you're getting more and more involved in things."

"Because I'm an observer, I don't want the play to end too quickly. As the saying goes, as long as a person is alive, it's a good thing. I don't like it when the curtain falls too quickly."

"Well, my thoughts haven't changed."

Moran smiled lightly, as if the depletion of his origin was a trivial matter.

This was something more terrifying than death,

Yet he could respond so casually.

"If you return to the present world like this, you might repeat the mistake of Albion. It was because the path to the Inner Sea of the Planet was closed that it had to dig physically. Your situation is much more serious than that."

"Haha, how serious?"

"If you continue to stay in the present world, the damage to you will be permanent. Avalon can't heal the soul and origin you've lost. By then, even if you return to the Inner Sea of the Planet, it will be useless."

Merlin spoke with great seriousness.

Even she found it strange why she was like this.

When it came to such a serious matter,

She thought it would make this ungrateful man feel fear, but all she saw was him nodding lightly.

"Oh, I see."

"What do you mean, 'I see'! Can't you care more about yourself? This is about your life!"

"I'm not the one panicking, but you are. Merlin, this isn't like your usual style."

Moran pointed out Merlin's attitude.

At this moment, she also realized her problem.

She fell into a long silence.

[She had watched the situation develop step by step,]

[Feeling joy at Artoria's self-made decisions, excitement at the clash between the Dragon of the Boundary and the White Dragon, and gazing at the light of salvation shown to the witch—]

[She saw it all.]

[Now, she could no longer deny it.]

[She had expectations for you.]

[As a dream demon, she was usually indifferent, but through your dreams and stories, she had gained countless emotions,]

[And used them as fuel.]

[Merlin's feelings were unprecedented.]

"Depletion of origin or whatever, when you think about it, it's just that. Compared to that, I don't want to leave them with the impression that I fled the present world out of fear of losing myself. Even if I'm shattered, my ending will be decided by me. From the beginning, I planned to live this way."

There was no fear in Moran's eyes.

At this moment, Merlin realized something was wrong.

"You've... already lost sensation?"

"Well..."

Moran showed an awkward expression.

It was clear he wanted to keep up the act until the end.

But it was still a bit clumsy.

"..."

Merlin pursed her lips, unable to speak.

At this moment, she realized her mistake.

Although the man before her was the Dragon of the Boundary, a being of fantasy, from the beginning, he was more human than any other fantastical creature.

At first, it was just a physical obsession.

But in the process, he found the light he wanted to pursue.

The dignity of a dragon was never considered.

As the top-tier fantastical creature, he didn't act like one.