Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 151 - : A Married Couple’s Quarrel

[The process of the battle need not be elaborated.]

[All that is known is that the witch poured out her resentment with all her might, and the man also exerted himself to the fullest to bear that resentment.]

[You did not fall until the very last moment.]

[Relying on the body of a dragon, you withstood the attacks time and time again, each time seemingly on the verge of collapse.]

[Yet, you remained standing.]

[As if declaring that your radiance still exists, that you could still bear her resentment as you did before.]

[But it was precisely because of this]

[That the witch became more furious than anyone else.]

[She still loves you now, but she cannot accept the path you have chosen, nor can she dismiss it as "too beautiful" and brush it off, as that would be no different from avoiding the problem.]

[This is the torment that plagues Morgan.]

[The fear that has now sprouted in her heart will eventually turn into anger, and in the future, it will transform into hatred, cursing the ever-shining aurora.]

[Although it is a future to be feared, it is also one that she, like others, feels anxious about. Now, having witnessed your resilience, her heart is filled with mixed emotions.]

"—Haa... Huh..."

Moran exited his dragon form and plopped down on the ground.

Time and time again, he endured the wounds and the pain.

The result of overexerting his body was that his organs could no longer function properly.

His heat had burned out completely.

The vitality of his blood was severely depleted.

His consciousness felt like it could snap at any moment.

"Guh..."

The physical strength and functions needed to support his breathing.

Were also nearly exhausted.

Moran came to his senses and realized he was sitting on the ground, in a pit filled with dense ether mist.

This was the aftermath his battle with Morgan.

The castle had long been reduced to rubble.

"You really went all out..."

Moran hadn't expected Morgan to be this serious.

So, he also got serious.

Even so, he still couldn't see her as an enemy.

Seeing her cold yet sorrowful face, he couldn't point his blade at what he wanted to protect.

Of course, Morgan had also gone all out.

But that was only because she wanted to capture him alive.

She fought Moran without intending to harm him, which led to this outcome.

"Hmph, what a pitiful sight. In the end, you're just stubbornly holding on to your pride. If I leave you like this, you'll probably pass out from your heart stopping, won't you?"

Morgan emerged from the ether mist.

Standing just a few meters away from Moran.

"Morgan, you really went all out... But you didn't win this battle either."

"Mmm... The outcome isn't decided yet!"

Morgan put on a deliberately smug expression.

But the fatigue on her face and the trembling of her fingers showed that she, too, was barely holding on.

She had poured everything into this fight.

"You're just as stubborn as Artoria! Are you two sisters really cut from the same cloth!?

It's over, my battle with you is completely over! I still have some strength left! No matter how you look at it, I've won, haven't I!?"

Moran was indeed exhausted.

But he still had the summoned beasts he had arranged around them.

Morgan's magical energy was severely depleted, and if she continued to push herself, she would only end up damaging her body.

"Stop acting like a spoiled child, even Mordred is more mature than you, her mother! What's this about wanting to claim me as your possession? I'm not some object to be arranged by others!"

"Y-You dare say that to me?!"

"Isn't it you who's been running wild on this land, ignoring my free will and acting on your own whims?"

Though Moran was extremely tired.

He still had the energy to lecture her.

"If we're talking about running wild, you're even worse than me!

I still have some strength left, and I'm not tired! If you want to fight a third round, I'm more than willing!"

"The lines of death on your body have doubled! Your fingers are about to rot from lack of magical energy! You don't even have the strength to hold your wand! At this point, there's no need to keep up the tough act, is there!?

If any other man had to deal with someone stubborn as you, they'd have run away long ago! Only I would stay with you till the end!"

Moran's battle had also been incredibly difficult.

Morgan's perfect use of various forms of magecraft, along with her unpredictable fighting style, made it impossible to anticipate her moves...

He was grateful that he hadn't been hit by the curse that could pierce his heart.

At the same time, he admired his own gentleness.

Even though he was stunned by Morgan's actions, Moran still cared for her and worried about her.

"I-I was holding back! I wasn't serious!"

"You liar! You were smiling when you cast the curse to crush my heart! If I hadn't been lucky, you would've really crushed my heart, wouldn't you!? You definitely would have!"

"No... I only thought about it a little!"

Morgan's voice clearly showed her guilt.

She averted her gaze as if she had been caught, but the next moment, she launched another verbal attack.

"Speaking of which, it's all because you're so disobedient, Moran! Even if your heart were crushed, it wouldn't matter, would it? For someone from Albion like you, having your heart crushed wouldn't kill you!"

"It's not your heart! It would hurt me a lot! Can't you, this foolish witch, show a little consideration for me!?"

"I was thinking about capturing you alive the whole time, that's already my magnanimity!"

Morgan's intentions were still something to be grateful for.

In the end, her goal was still to save him, and Moran didn't hold any resentment toward her for that.

But her methods were wrong.

"Ha, I really should thank the great witch for her mercy.

You've pushed yourself to this point, and you're completely out of energy, yet your mouth is still as stubborn as ever."

"Moran, you're no better! You're the one who's gone too far!

You're relentless! You've chosen your own path, yet you keep chasing me!

If it weren't for you, I would've already taken control of Britain! You're just a pervert who can't stop chasing after women!"

"Guh...! That's too harsh! If I'm a pervert, then what does that make you, who's trying to claim me as your own? A shrew!?"

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Moran's heart trembled at her words.

It really felt like his heart had been cursed, and he couldn't refute Morgan's insults.

They were all too accurate.

Of course, Moran was aware of this himself.