Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 150 - : A Future That Doesn’t Exist

[Even she found this emotion disgusting, filthy]

[While her father was as dazzling as the aurora, the feelings she harbored were murky]

[So, she never looked directly at them]

[This love would surely tarnish her father's brilliance, so she had to bury it deep in her heart]

[But now it had been exposed and seen through]

[And you had even responded to it directly]

[After the shame, she felt joy]

[She was ashamed of her shameless self, yet delighted by this turn of events. She decided to destroy Britain for you, prepared to descend into madness]

[Why did she feel happiness now?]

[Such a luxurious confusion didn't need an answer from others; she could savor it alone]

[Both Artoria and Mordred]

[They fully understood your feelings]

[The future was destined to be destroyed, and there was no other path. You passed on the unextinguished hope to them]

[After standing up, you held them tightly]

[As if to etch this moment into memories, the love from both women turned into tears, soaking their clothes]

"By dawn, your hearts will calm down. It's okay, Mordred, Liya. Even if we are separated by realms, I will create miracles for you, fight for your future. By then, even if the Dragon of the Boundary is no longer in this world, I believe you will face it with smiles."

Moran's voice was steady and gentle.

Like telling a fairy tale to a sleeping girl, every move was tender and peaceful.

His calm voice filled their hearts.

"Even if you carry sorrow—it will melt with the rising sun on the horizon. Then, Liya, you will handle political affairs as usual, and Mordred will go on adventures and mischief with the Knights of the Round Table..."

He had once missed a departed lover like this.

Sadly, Moran had experienced it deeply, but no one had comforted him then.

Now, he could make arrangements for the two women.

To avoid them suffering like he had.

The two women, immersed in sorrow, were guided to feel a dreamlike tranquility and peace.

"Merlin will surely play pranks again. Tristan will be scolded by Bedivere for skipping work, and Percival will step in to mediate. And you two will find this chaotic daily life amusing.

So, don't be sad. Even if the fall of Britain is a tragedy, our story is warm and happy."

The two women wiped away their sorrow under his comfort.

Feeling this warmth, their consciousness gradually blurred.

—Was this a dream?

Artoria and Mordred couldn't help but think so.

Only in a dream could one feel such peace.

Yes, it must be so.

And so, in Moran's arms, they naturally fell into a peaceful sleep.

[Gazing at their defenseless sleeping faces]

[You could see their tear-stained eyes and the dried tear marks, impossible to ignore]

[You lied to them again]

[This sorrow would never dissipate]

[Facing the departure of the Crimson Moon—even after a thousand years, you hadn't forgotten the pain]

[Mordred and Artoria must have known]

[You were telling clumsy lies again]

[But, they were willing to stay in the gentle dreamland you wove, imagining the warm daily life you described]

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[This love would have no end]

[These tears would never dry]

[You and they would forever remember the moments of happiness, as well as the sorrow]

[But, you wouldn't regret]

[You had alre given your all for the future and the present, so there was nothing to regret]

[The cold full moon still shone brightly]

[You couldn't count how many times you had gazed at this moon. Now, dawn was approaching—]

[The moment of parting was drawing closer]

[Looking at the two women in your arms]

[You thought of the last thing that needed to be resolved—a witch waiting in the castle, waiting for you]

[Once, you had made a promise to her]

[Now was the time to fulfill it]

"But, let's wait a little longer..."

Moran looked down at the two women.

Just watching Mordred and Artoria's sleeping faces.

His heart felt as if it had been healed.

The pain he had been carrying all this time seemed to vanish.

His end was approaching.

Knowing that the moment of parting with them was near, he allowed himself to stay with them a little longer, reluctant to leave.

Even if it was just for a little while.

[After handling Mordred and Artoria's matters]

[You headed back to Tintagel]

[Fortunately, only Bedivere knew about Mordred's antics, so it was manageable]

[Artoria knew Morgan had intervened]

[But, she didn't plan to deal with it]

[Because the one who should face this witch was the person who truly met her expectations]

[So, only you could handle this]

[She believed in you]

[You rushed to the castle where the witch resided, and this time, she had set up a barrier to refuse you]

[But, you wouldn't leave]

[If you retreated because of this barrier, it would betray the oath you had made with her]

[Despite the heavy burden you carried]

[You would once again show the witch a miracle]

[Even if your body was on the verge of collapse, you wouldn't give up on reaching out to her]

[The Dragon of the Boundary appeared in the sky]

[You tore through the barrier that had turned the castle into a demonic realm, and stood before the witch filled with resentment]

[As expected, an unavoidable battle]

[The depth of Morgan's love for you matched the depth of her hatred. Even if Mordred had given up, Morgan wouldn't be swayed by mere words]

"Moran, even if you disagree, I will do this. Don't worry, I'll keep you alive. This time, no one else will interfere. I'll treat you as my possession."

"I have no choice? Morgan, I never imagined a future where I'd be locked in a coffin, never seeing the light of day."

"Shut up! Do you think I want to do this? It's because of stubborn people like you!"

[The entire Tintagel was Morgan's workshop]

[Morgan was determined to take you into her hands, just to stop you from continuing to exhaust your life]

[Her decision was driven by both her possessiveness and her desire to keep you alive]

[A battle like that between mortal enemies]

[But, in essence, they wanted to save each other.]

[This battle is indeed something only you can handle.]

[If anyone else tried to deal with Morgan, you wouldn't allow it, because she is your witch alone.]