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

"Liya, I love you too."

Moran and Altria said affectionately.

No need for complicated language.

Just a brief dialogue is enough to confirm each other's thoughts, and they will not let this relationship become a tragedy.

"........."

There felt like a hole in Mordred's heart.

Looking at the happy relationship between Altria and Moran, it is so beautiful that one can't even feel jealous.

Listening to Moran's hopeful words.

Her heart, wrapped in anger and hatred, was peeled off layer by layer, and in the end, only a girl sobbing with grief was left.

"Mordred, tell the truth.

I'm worried about you. You're not as strong as Leah, and the time I spend with you is definitely not enough."

You speak calmly.

[It was as comfortable as an afternoon rest, soothing Mordred's heart like a warm breeze.]

In her eyes, you are still dazzling

[I don’t want to disappoint you, so I try hard to stop the tears of sadness from overflowing from my eyes]

"However, I am full of hope for your future.

Your future can still be written. My blood flows in your body, and at any time, it will give you strength on my behalf. Life and death cannot sever the connection between us.

"Father, I love you

From now on, it will be impossible for me to love someone so deeply again. So, so——"

Mordred wanted to say don't leave.

But in the end, she swallowed the words back.

There's no way I could just say that.

That was just childish willfulness.

"I know. Mordred—it's okay, I know. I love you too..."

"Father..."

Penetrated by a gaze that could penetrate the soul.

Mordred felt ashamed for a moment.

[No matter how you look at it, even if she is a daughter related by blood, this intense feeling]

[Indeed, it cannot be simply regarded as family affection]

[Even at the cost of destroying the whole of Britain]

[I also want to implement my willfulness and selfishness to let you survive, but to summarize it simply with family affection is too superficial].

Chapter 150: The Non-Existent Future [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

Even she finds this feeling disgusting and dirty.

[My father is as dazzling as the aurora, but the feelings I harbor are murky.]

So, I never paid attention.

[This love will definitely tarnish my father's glory, so I must keep it deep in my heart no matter what.]

【Now it has been exposed and seen through】

[And also gave a reply in person like this]

What she felt after the shame was - joy

[She felt ashamed of herself for being so shameless, yet delighted by this development. She decided to destroy Britain for you and was fully prepared to be driven mad.]

【Why do I feel happy at this moment? 】

[A luxurious confusion like this does not need to be answered by others, she only needs to savor it carefully]

[Whether it is Altria or Mordred]

They fully understand your feelings

[The future is doomed to be destroyed, and there is no other way to go. You convey the unextinguished hope to them.]

[After getting up, you hugged the two of them tightly]

As if to etch this moment into their memories, the love welling up in the two women turns into tears, soaking their clothes.

"When daybreak arrives, you'll calm down. It's okay, Mordred, Leah. Even if our realms separate, I will perform miracles for you and secure a future for you. By then, even if the Realm Dragon is no longer in this world, I believe you'll be able to face it with a smile."

Moran's voice was calm and gentle.

Like telling a fairy tale to a sleeping girl, every move is so gentle and peaceful.

The steady voice filled their hearts.

"Even if you harbor sadness, it will melt away with the rising sun on the horizon. Then, Leah, you will handle government affairs as usual, and Mordred will adventure and have fun with everyone at the Round Table..."

He had also missed his departed lover like this.

Sadly, Moran had a very profound experience, but no one could offer him comfort at the time.

Now, he can make arrangements for the two women.

Avoid being like your former self.

The two women, who were originally immersed in sadness, were guided and felt a dreamlike sense of peace and tranquility.

"Merry will probably play another prank. Tristan will be scolded by Bedivere for skipping work and Percival will intervene. At this time, you will also feel speechless at this chaotic daily routine.

So, do not grieve, even if Britain's destruction is tragic. Our story is also a warm and happy one."

The two women wiped away their sorrow under his comfort.

Feeling this warmth, my consciousness gradually became blurred.

——Is this a dream?

Altria and Mordred couldn't help but feel this way.

Only in dreams can one feel so peaceful.

Yes, that must be the case.

In this way, they naturally fell into a peaceful sleep in Moran's arms.

[Gaze at their defenseless sleeping faces]

[You can see the red corners of their eyes and the tears that have just dried up. It’s impossible to ignore them.]

You lied to them again

[This sadness is impossible to dissipate]

[Facing Zhu Yue's departure in the past - even if you live for a thousand years, you will not forget the sadness]

[Mordred and Altria must also know]

You are telling a clumsy lie again.

[It’s just that they are willing to stay in the gentle dreamland you weave and imagine the warm daily life you talk about.]

【This love will never end】

[These tears will never dry up]

You and they will always remember the happy moments, but also the sad feelings.

But you won’t regret it.

[I have tried my best for the future and the present, and now there is nothing to regret.]

[The cold full moon still shines brightly]

[You can’t count how many times you’ve looked up at this full moon. Now, the day is about to dawn——]

The time of separation is getting closer.

[Looking at the two women in his arms]

[You thought of the last thing you needed to deal with. There was a witch in the castle, waiting for you.]

[Once, you also made a promise to her]

Now is the time to fulfill the contract

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

Moran lowered his head and looked at the two women.

Just looking at the sleeping faces of Mordred and Altria.

It's like the soul is healed.

I can't feel the pain I've been enduring.

His time is drawing near.

Knowing that the time of separation from them is coming soon, I will stay with them for a while longer with reluctance.

Even if it's just for a moment.

[After dealing with Mordred and Altria]

You rush to Yantajar again

Fortunately, only Bedivere knew about Mordred's farce, and from then on, it was under control.

[Altria knows Morgan is involved]

But she doesn't intend to deal with it.

[Because the person who faces this witch should be someone who truly meets her inner expectations.]

Therefore, only you can handle this matter.

She believes this.

You once again rush to the castle where the witch lives. This time, she opens a barrier to refuse you.

But you won't leave.

If I back down because of this barrier, I'll be betraying the oath I made with her.

Regardless of the burdens they bear

[You must show the witch a miracle once again]

[Even if this body is just one step away from collapse, you will not give up on helping her.]

[The Realm Dragon appears in the sky here]

You tore through the barrier that transformed the castle into a magical realm and came before the witch, filled with resentment.

[As expected, the war is inevitable]

[Morgan's love for you is as deep as her resentment. Even if Mordred gives up, she won't be persuaded to give up with just your words.]

"Moran, even if you disagree, I will do this. Don't worry, I will let you survive. There is no room for others to interfere this time. I will treat you as my own property."

"I don't have a choice? Morgan, I don't want to be locked in a coffin and never see the light of day in the future."

"Shut up! Why do you think I'm doing this? It's because there are people like you who won't listen!"

[The entire Yantajar is Morgan's workshop]

Morgan is determined to seize you this time, just to prevent you from overdrawing your life.

Her decision reflects both her own possessiveness and her desire to keep you alive.

[A battle like a mortal enemy]