Type-Moon Simulator: Start the game by attacking the Greek goddess!

[This creature that caused such suffering to the people of Britain and caused her beloved to endure such pain——]

[No matter what, I can't forgive you]

[Altria took out her weapon besides the holy sword, which was the spear of light she had begged from the fairy]

【Vortigern’s eyes suddenly widened】

Before it could utter a single word, the dazzling spear tip shot out, pointed directly at its chest, and pierced through the dragon's scales.

"Longominiard..."

Moran gazed at the brilliance of the Holy Lance.

It was the gun that once shone at the border, the beam that protected the primates, and the star anchor that fixed the rules of the planet.

A tower of light beyond the horizon.

Now, it is held in the hands of Artoria.

"Not for justice, nor for good or evil, but simply to save me, she threw the future behind her and drew the Holy Lance..."

Moran thought back to what Hector had said.

How important he is to Artoria.

Her happiness cannot be separated from herself.

The future of the people of the British Isles and even everyone else has undoubtedly been weighed in her heart.

At this point, she made her choice.

Just as Moran was willing to sacrifice his life for his beloved, Altria was also willing to sacrifice everything for him.

Or rather, this was her original intention of becoming king.

I want to protect the happiness of myself and my loved ones.

"She really is... a follower..."

Moran shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The girl he had been watching since she was a child, even the way she did things was so similar to his past self.

This can be considered a two-way journey.

Even the thought of being scolded could not be aroused.

What can I say to such a willful girl who is so determined to keep me alive and stay by my side?

The dragon's devastating roar echoes across Britain.

This also symbolizes its end.

[I don't know how much time has passed, but the dragon's figure is no longer there.]

On the battlefield full of potholes, in front of Altria stood a man with a gunshot wound to his chest, on the verge of death.

"Even Rungominiad has been given...

Foolish... How foolish... To defeat a tyrant... To bring about further destruction..."

The dark shadow on Vortigern dissipated.

There was no trace of the past in his hatred and madness.

All you can see here is an elderly man with a face full of sadness and distress.

"Humans never change. They're willing to betray even the planet for their own survival. I never thought that what would end my life wasn't a Realm Dragon, but humanity's most primitive selfish desires. Is this what they call love? How ironic, how ironic, hahahahahahahahahaha!"

Vortigern was completely oblivious to the approach of death.

I laughed so hard that tears welled up in my eyes.

It was like mocking the end of a foolish tyrant.

So desolate, so sad and...

Chapter 121: The Exhausted Origin and Soul [Please subscribe! Please give me flowers!]

[She saw the strongest dragon fighting with all its might]

[The ancient dragon, who once refused to go to the Sea of Stars due to pride, eventually died tragically underground due to exhaustion.]

[Now, to protect the glory]

[You, like an ancient dragon, foolishly fight against the world, just to create a better future for the girl]

She witnessed this happening.

【I also know the reasons behind your actions】

So, I don’t want you to die.

If possible, I want to continue living with you in Londinium.

She likes the way you tell stories

I also want to hear you tell me the countless beautiful fairy tales that happened on this planet.

[She knew that this was a fantasy, a luxury]

[Merry told her in person that Britain would perish anyway, and the memories left behind in her homeland would eventually vanish.]

[Even, I know the possible ending]

The Realm Dragon has remained in Britain for too long.

[Although your appearance before the battle was dazzling, the sincere request you made was hard to refuse.]

[But, she can’t do this now]

[To win with minimal loss]

[As a king, you should choose this strategy to achieve complete victory.]

What consequences will result from my selfish desires? Will I still be trusted by the Knights if I choose this way?

She has no way of knowing this.

【I only know one thing, I want to save you】

[Because you are her guiding lighthouse, she wants to continue walking the future path with you hand in hand]

"Britain will eventually perish.

And Moran, you said that even if this island were to perish, it wouldn't mean that everything we own would be buried with it."

She looks at your unwavering look.

【There is no trace of haze in my heart】

[I am sure that I will move forward with you into the future. This will definitely be meaningful, and we will definitely see the dazzling light.]

Watching you take on the world

[As a lonely king, being loved by you like this is undoubtedly a heart-wrenching thing.]

You paid with your soul and body.

【Struggling to this point】

If even you feel that this is a failure and a stupid thing, everything will definitely collapse and disappear.

It can't end like this.

[In order to make the future more possible, to make you happier, and to allow you to go further——]

Therefore, she must protect

[I don't think the relationship between you and her will be defeated by Britain's madness. I will never accept defeat.]

"Altria, are you sure?

Moran doesn't want me to tell you about the Holy Lance. But if you insist on asking, even if I don't tell you, you will find other ways to find out..."

[Merry's expression is full of joy]

[There is no regret at all as a warning person]

[I got the information from her]

[Since there is a possibility of victory, she will not follow the script that will lead to the loss of her beloved]

The future is never something to worry about now

[There is no better past than now]

"My brother, son of Uther. You cannot save this country. You cannot bring victory to mankind. You cannot save the man you love.

The moment a dragon falls in love with a human, it withers and decays."

Vortigern's voice was clear and powerful.

The continuous sound of rain could not cover up his voice.

"The Age of Mystery has long since ended. Next comes the Age of Civilization, the Age of Humanity. Dragons are something humans don't need. You and them cannot coexist with humans.

As long as you two live, Britain has no future—curse it, the Britain of old has perished long ago."

Artoria pulled out the holy spear that was stuck in Vortigern's chest.

What echoed in my ears was a sneer as violent as the wind.

The old man returned to dust as the darkness dissipated.

【The heavy rain finally stopped, and the light appeared again】

[Although Vortigern said something incomprehensible at the end, this will not affect future progress in the slightest.]

[Altria has no regrets at all]

She drew the Holy Lance for you.

[Gawain also heard Vortigern's last words, but as a knight, he didn't understand them at all.]

But, there is one thing I know.

King Arthur ended the civil strife that had plagued Britain for years.

[Looking at the heroic figure announcing the end of the war]

[The soldiers and knights on the battlefield will all submit to her, and will all be confident that the future will be prosperous.]

"The future... Never mind... There's no point thinking about it now..."

You look at Altria, who is being embraced by the army.

[A smile appeared on his face]

Perhaps drawing out the Holy Lance will hasten the decline of the Age of Gods, but there's no point dwelling on that now.

The battle with Vortigern depleted your reserves.

[Of course, everything you did was not meaningless. Not a single soldier died in the battle with Vortigern.]

The loss is indeed minimized.

[When you persevere to the point where you are no longer tormented by severe pain, but face the exhaustion of your soul and essence]

[Like a lump of sugar called soul]

[Like throwing it into a sulfuric acid pool]

[Perhaps you can already guess the general answer to what will happen if you persist to the end——]

[Albion Dragon Skeleton Underground]

[No matter what, if I continue like this, I will lose myself, and I am afraid I will have to face it sooner or later.]

"Is this the price I pay for my reckless behavior..."

Moran murmured self-deprecatingly...

When all the soldiers were cheering for King Arthur's victory.

Even his steps were unsteady.