Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 166 - : The Ever-Sleeping Realm Dragon

[Exhausted and falling, continuously plummeting.]

[In a bottomless pit, you keep falling, as if you can never reach the end.]

[What reflects in your eyes is a dim yellow sky.]

[It is getting further and further away.]

[You want to reach out and touch it.]

[But you find that your limbs have long turned to dust, and there is no function of extending your arms.]

[Your wings are left with only remnants.]

[You no longer have the strength to spread your wings again.]

[Here, you can't even be called a dragon; the realm dragon was already destroyed when it tore through the barrier.]

[Now what is falling here.]

[Is merely you, a fragment of emotions recorded within the dragon's body, reduced to debris.]

[In the end, the dragon's remains fall to the depths.]

[You lie in the disintegrating black mud of the dragon's remains.]

[Memory lost, soul lost.]

[Everything has been lost; you don't know why you are here, nor why there is such satisfaction and relief in your chest, as if you have accomplished something remarkable.]

[But, there are still things you remember.]

[You clearly remember your name.]

[In the mud pit, the surroundings are incredibly silent, as if no one will ever visit this place.]

[You have no strength to move.]

[If this continues,]

[You will surely become something like the dragon remains that have turned into black mud around you.]

[Strangely, you are not afraid.]

[You don't know how much time has passed; when you think you are about to disappear, you finally hear a sound.]

[That voice is particularly familiar.]

"It took me quite a while to find you; I thought a guy like you couldn't just end like that. Sure enough, even after achieving such a miracle, you are still alive."

[It is a woman with beautiful white hair.]

[She approaches the deathly stinking mud pit with a staff, stepping closer to where you are.]

[Very familiar, extremely familiar.]

[Whether it's the faint floral scent or the subtle smile that appears on her face, you have seen it before.]

[Wait, her name is—]

"Ah, you are..."

Moran opens his mouth and pauses.

He realizes there is a significant blank in his memory.

Clearly unable to remember, yet still attempting to call her name.

It felt like something that absolutely could not be forgotten.

Ashamed of his own clumsiness.

To lose even this crucial thing.

In this moment, as everything was about to fade away, it was unacceptable not to properly call the name of the one he loved.

He had to remember.

"...Merlin."

At last, Moran finally recalled.

He remembered the identity of the woman before him.

Even if it was shattered to this extent, he still forced himself to read from the only remnants left.

"...Did you remember? I told you, if you do this, in the end, you will only get the most tragic result. Now you have lost yourself, your soul is broken, and you are about to die soon."

"I see... Is that so?"

Moran nodded as if he fully accepted it.

Although Merlin's words felt like a reprimand, somewhere in his heart, it seemed he did not think that way.

Even if he had no memory.

"Even though I have no memory, I feel no regret now. If I insisted on doing this before, there must have been something equivalent that I wanted to fight for, right?"

"You really are..."

Merlin felt an inexplicable emotion.

New n𝙤vel chapters are published on freeweɓnøvel.com.

[Like that day when we bid farewell in Avalon]

[Even if the man lost his origin and memory, he could still give such a response purely based on this mixed emotion]

[Her reluctance and regret filled her heart]

[This is the end of your story]

[Yet she, like a child unwilling to see the story end, regretted having messed things up in a moment of impulse]

[From now on, it will never appear again]

[A story that could make her heart race like this]

[Thinking of this, an overwhelming sense of reluctance and regret spread through her heart]

"I say, Merlin... I can't remember many things... It's just... I have one last question I want to ask..."

Moran lay on the ground, lifeless.

Like the rotting black mud around him, he also bore this dark color.

A strong obsession surfaced in his heart.

Even though this body was just a wreck, there was still one question he wanted to ask.

"Is my story... the story you expected? Did I bring happiness to them in the end?"

"...Ah, you showed miracles, brought happiness. Artoria and the others didn't shed a single tear; they are as strong as you imagined. They have now reached the Inner Sea of the Planet and will surely go further in the future..."

"Oh... I see... um... good... that's good..."

Moran's smile was so forced.

He could no longer remember the woman named Artoria, nor did he know what they would achieve in the Inner Sea of the Planet.

But, he felt inexplicably at peace in his heart.

He believed this must be a good thing.

"You are a stubborn fool, but your story is a treasure I have never encountered. No matter when, I will cherish it well and will never forget."

"Ha ha, to make you this satisfied, even though I can't remember... can't recall... but that must be... a very good thing, right... I really want to see... in the end..."

Moran's voice sounded quite weak.

Like someone dozing off in a daze, he was slowly walking towards death. Yet the smile on his face bore a satisfaction that did not match that of a dying person.

"It is a very good story. I gained a lot, but I also made many mistakes and misjudgments... Moran, in the end, do you have no resentment towards me at all?"

Merlin said slowly, her expression dim.

She thought she would hear curses from the man, but she did not hear any response for a long time.

Everything was too quiet.

"Moran...?"

Before she could continue to ask.

The eyes of the Dragon of the Boundary had already lost their color.

He was sleeping, never to wake again.

Merlin's last question would never receive an answer. However, this was also something that did not need to be cared about.

He probably thought there was no need to answer, which is why he took the first step away. The "death" that should only signify an end felt like something new.

Because the man welcomed death with a smile.

Just like how he faced her unreasonable demands in the past, he ultimately gave the answer he already knew.

"I really am a... fool..."

Merlin bit her crimson lip and said.

A complex storm of emotions surged in her chest.

This happy smile was the answer.

At the moment of death, how could he possibly show such happiness in front of someone he resented?

The man held no resentment towards the Dream Demon; instead, he harbored love.

He died with happiness in his heart.