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

The woman exudes a motherly tolerance, and her devotion to this love is so pure that it is hard to look directly at.

Where in the world can there be such a good woman?

I couldn't help but ask this question in my heart.

The feeling of unreality that lingered in his heart dissipated, and he was relieved that Irisviel loved him so much.

Moran felt happy from the bottom of his heart.

Therefore, I will not let her down.

It was also because he had women like Irisviel by his side that he could treat each of his loved ones with full devotion.

A feeling of anxiety spread in my heart.

Furthermore, seeing her so charming and charming, Moran wanted to respond to Irisviel's deep love.

Chapter 194 I Will Always Love You [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

He taught the girls swordsmanship and magic.

Irisviel, who had never seen Mordred before, was defeated almost every time she faced him, but she had no intention of giving up, and her determination was reflected in her beautiful wine-red eyes.

She is proficient in magic and was created as the Lesser Holy Grail, but she is not good at fighting that consumes too much physical energy.

Created with Moran's personal involvement.

Irisviel can also develop into the close combat field.

However, compared to her extraordinary talent in magic, her aptitude in swordsmanship is just mediocre.

When Moran said there was no need to try so hard.

You only need to practice the sword to the point where you can defend yourself, you don't have to be like Mordred and crush an army.

Irisviel answered him:

"I don't just want to be able to barely defend myself, it's not just about magic. I also want to help Moran like Mordred did, instead of just being a protected vase... Uh uh... am I being a little arrogant when I say this...?"

Irisviel was very embarrassed.

Scratching the cheek gently and showing affection without paying attention is what drives me to keep working hard.

"........."

Moran's words seemed to catch in his throat.

Seeing her smile that yearned for happiness, hearing her pure wish that sprouted from her own will.

Too beautiful, too touching.

For a moment, it even makes people feel dazed.

How could anyone possibly have negative thoughts about her? Who would want to destroy such beauty?

No matter how much you don't want to admit it.

Moran could only laugh at Irisviel.

This charming and beautiful woman has really moved his heart too many times, so many times that it seems extremely unusual.

It seems like there is a kind of magic.

People who work hard are never annoying.

Someone like Irisviel, who poured everything into the love in her heart, would only seem too beautiful and brilliant.

"Well......"

Moran thought about what happened with Mordred last night.

Guilt suddenly emerged in my heart.

All the changes and efforts Irisviel made were for him, so it would be too much for him not to respond.

At least, he didn't want to be too partial.

"Father, why don't you call Irisviel to your room tonight? I think it's okay."

"Ha, are you serious?"

Moran just had an idea in his mind.

However, Mordred said this unexpectedly.

It made him tremble involuntarily.

It was as if a corner of my heart had been seen through by my beloved daughter, and a deep sense of guilt came over me.

In fact, Moran was simply overthinking it.

"Seriously! I've come to admire her with new eyes! She's truly remarkable! Just like that, a good king, even if he lacks ability, can still become a qualified and outstanding king as long as he knows how to command his subordinates and utilize them. Isn't this the same problem for women?"

The point of Mordred's connection is very strange.

But Moran knew what she meant.

The most important thing for a king is not his own ability.

Instead, it is about understanding what your country needs and how to make the entire country run most efficiently.

The art of employing people is one of the most important requirements for a king.

As long as you can do this well, you can basically become a qualified king. It sounds simple, but it is very difficult to put it into practice.

However, both Moran and Mordred have the qualifications to be kings.

So I can look at things from this perspective.

"Irisviel, she gives me Guinevere vibes. She's a good woman. Besides, seeing how dedicated she is to you, father, she'll definitely be a good wife in the future."

Mordred was fanning the flames.

All she wanted was for Moran to be happy, and in fact, she didn't care how many lovers her father had.

No matter how much it is.

Her status as a favored daughter will remain unchanged.

From Mordred's perspective, he also felt that there were many benefits to letting Moran respond to Irisviel.

So, naturally, I have to tell Moran.

"Well, I understand..."

Moran felt bad being mentioned like that by Mordred.

It's a very strange feeling.

His beloved daughter was suggesting that he find more stepmothers, which made Moran feel very complicated.

If Morgan knew about this.

I'm afraid her face must be twitching.

My own daughter makes things difficult for me and adds more opponents. I can only say that she is truly a filial daughter.

"Um......"

Moran had a plan in mind.

He had originally thought that he needed to respond to Irisviel’s efforts.

Now after what Mordred said.

It's just a matter of determining the idea in advance.

In addition, a gentleman is fond of food and sex.

There was no denying that he liked Irisviel, and there was no doubt that the two of them were in love with each other.

So, time came to evening again.

"What a fulfilling day~! I learned swordsmanship and new alchemy. When you, Moran, taught Rin and Sakura jewel magic, I also learned a lot of new knowledge!"

Irisviel was like a leaping spirit.

She tirelessly told Moran what happened today, like a carefree romantic princess.

She and Moran walked down the castle corridor.

Maybe because I was too happy, I unknowingly arrived at the room at the end of the corridor.

"Hey, this is your room, Moran..."

"It's my room. Of course, I didn't go wrong."

When Irisviel was still confused.

Moran couldn't contain the impulse that was gushing out like a geyser, simply because the woman in front of him was so charming and lovely.

I really like and love her deeply.

Now it's just a matter of materializing this feeling and presenting it to her through actions.

"Well--"

Irisviel shuddered subconsciously.

Before she could react, the touch of lips made her soul feel intoxicated.

Although it happened very abruptly.

However, she did not resist at all, as if she had been prepared and looking forward to it for a long time.

"Ellie, are you scared?"

"No, no, I'm just so surprised and happy. This is something only lovers would do... Moran, will you teach me more like before?"

Irisviel trembled with shyness and uneasiness.

However, in order to overcome this, she still smiled with joy, and her mood continued to improve with the atmosphere.

Her wine-red eyes were so beautiful that they seemed to be dripping with blood.

"Moran, I want you to always look at me like this, even if there are other people around. I want you to always love me."

"I will, Ellie. I will always love you."

Moran made a lifelong commitment to his lover.

He had intended to do so.

At this moment, it is just a matter of putting it into practice.

Ps: This is the final chapter about Ellie and Mordred. We will then enter the British simulation, but it won’t be too long.

This is to make up for the regrets of the first simulation. The author will try to keep the length within 30 chapters.

Chapter 195: Can’t Just Stay [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

Breaths are exhaled and souls merge.

In order to confirm each other's feelings, they sometimes ask for what they want from each other greedily, and sometimes ask for what they want in a delicate way.

Delivered here with a deep breath.

This is a wonderful time like a dream, and every minute and every second spent is so fascinating.

Immerse yourself in this and don't want to leave.

From Moran's first-person perspective, he felt like he was stepping into a beautiful snowy land that no one had ever been to.

Although I was careful not to disturb the snow—

But no matter what, you will eventually leave clear footprints on the snow.

Waiting for the heat of emotion to subside.

“.....~......”

Moran looked at Iris Feil who was fast asleep.

She was breathing peacefully and evenly, and holding her hands contentedly like a child.