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It seems like I haven't done this kind of thing for a long time.

I always feel that my memory is very vague.

"Well....."

Moran discovered that the head and eyes could move.

But, I couldn't move my body.

I always felt that even the blanket I was wearing was very heavy, so I could only move my eyes to look outside the bed.

What caught my eye was a beautiful girl.

The golden hair with a red sheen is very beautiful, giving the impression of some kind of luxurious crown.

His eyes met with the girl's.

Moran sensed a familiar breath again.

However, he couldn't remember the name he had called several times, and when he remembered, he saw that the other person had already run out of the room.

"Maude... Red..."

Moran muttered absentmindedly.

I don't know how I could have forgotten even this.

"Mother! Father has woken up!"

While listening to the urgent shouts coming from outside the door.

He tried to get up from the bed.

Very heavy, very heavy—

Moran staggered and tried to pull the blanket out, but he didn't even have the strength to lift it.

At this moment, 4.1 Moran saw the mirror in the corner of the room.

In the mirror, he saw the figure of an old man buried in the bed, who seemed to be almost dying.

White beard, white hair.

Deep wrinkles.

His whole face showed the look of dying.

Your memory feels like it was pricked by a needle.

[An electric current passed through the brain]

You recall that almost two hundred years have passed since you abdicated, and beyond that, you can't recall anything.

It's like memories are shrouded in mist.

"Moran!?"

A silver-haired woman rushed into the room.

A graceful and beautiful appearance.

She exudes the mature charm of a wife. Like Mordred at the beginning, she also gives Moran a sense of familiarity.

Chapter 242: You are not allowed to sneak away alone [Please subscribe! Please vote! ]

She wasn't the only one who came in.

There were other people Moran knew well, and a vague consciousness told him that these were his wives.

"Morgan...?"

"Yes, it's me. I'm here. It's me, Morgan Le Fay. I'm so glad you didn't forget me this time, Moran..."

Morgan gently squeezed Moran's hand.

Speaking like teaching someone.

"do you remember me?"

"Ah... Of course... I remember... Why do you look so worried... What's wrong with me?"

What I saw were the worried faces of the wives.

Surrounded by such gazes.

This made Moran feel uneasy, as if he had been receiving such care for a long time.

"It's nothing, you just fell asleep, and this time you slept a little longer..." Morgan said.

"Oh, I see...

Then Mordred... doesn't he need to stay in the palace... As a king... you can't ignore state affairs... "

Mordred was silent for a moment and said, "Father, I abdicated decades ago... Now the new king is in power..."

"You...abdicated...11...why can't I...?"

Moran frowned slightly and thought hard.

You feel like you've forgotten a lot of things.

[But, remember, Britain's king selection mechanism is abdication, and the king is determined by the base of the British island.]

It is unlikely that Mordred abdicated passively.

[It could only be that she abdicated voluntarily]

"Moran, don't worry about these things. Britain is still prosperous today. The foundation we created has chosen a new king from among the people. Everything is just as we originally envisioned..."

Altria also joined in the conversation.

The mechanism for selecting the king they originally envisioned was not hereditary, but rather a mechanism where the most capable person would be chosen by the British Isles.

[Even if they are civilians or incarnations of Warcraft]

【Even if you are a stranger from outside the island】

[As long as Britain can maintain its prosperity, the British Island will choose the most suitable person to become the master of the island]

[The selection criteria are set by you and your wives and daughters]

[It is enough to run into the future thousands of years later]

"Is that so... That's great... It's a pity... I can't seem to move my body... I can't remember a lot of things..."

"Yeah, that's right... Yeah..."

Morgan did not respond to Moran's question.

She stroked his hand as if just to comfort him.

It's like facing an elderly person with dementia.

An elderly man with dementia? Is that so...?

Moran still has some memories of what happened before he abdicated.

[This is the price you paid to ensure the eternal existence of Britain, almost exhausting the Principle Blood Ring.]

You take away all your strength and become like an ordinary person.

You are facing birth, aging, sickness and death.

[The reason you have Alzheimer's disease and physical weakness is probably because you have aged for two hundred years.]

You are now nearly two hundred years old.

[Spanning almost three centuries]

You don’t know how long you’ve been in dementia, and you don’t know how long you’ve spent in your dreams.

"This isn't the first time I've faced death... But... no matter how many times... I can't deceive myself... Morgan... I'm really scared... scared of leaving..."

Moran is literally an ordinary person.

After enduring countless joys and happiness for more than two hundred years, he was as terrified as a mortal when he finally left.

It’s like returning to the original starting point.

This is something that every living creature fears.

There is no need for the king to pretend to be perfect in front of his wife. Moran shows his true self to his lovers.

Yes, I can only show it to them.

"Don't be afraid, we will be with you..."

Morgan's grip on Moran's hand tightened.

Just this alone alleviated his fear a little.

But, I still feel scared.

As a mortal, Moran cherishes things more, but also gains the fear that every mortal should have.

At this moment, footsteps were heard again.

When she heard the news that her brother had woken up, she put aside her important matters and rushed over from Camelot without saying a word.

Flowing, smooth silver hair and a petite figure.

Still so cute.

"........Mei Luxin."

"Brother!"

When Meilushin saw Moran, she looked like she was about to cry.

But, she came to his side immediately.

"...Are you...running for Britain again..."

"Well... this is the country you created, my dear brother. I will always offer my strength to you..."

"That sounds like something you would say... But, I have one thing I want to ask of you. Don't push yourself too hard. I don't want you to become self-destructive after I leave..."

Moran's memory is indeed very vague.

I can still recall it if I try hard.

He knew that Melusin itself was a piece of dragon flesh.

Once you leave first.

I'm afraid that Meilushin, who depends on him for survival, will turn back into a piece of meat and suffer loneliness and sadness again.

"Don't worry, Sister Morgan and Mary have already taken care of this matter... Brother and sister, your blood flows in Britain. After you leave, I will also promise to watch over Britain..."

"Has it been resolved...? Yeah... If it's Morgan and Mary... there's nothing they can't solve..."

Moran showed a calm expression.

Having such a capable and virtuous wife, it can be said that nothing can make people happier than this.

But I still feel uneasy.

He even forgot about Meilushin.

He must have participated in this incident, but Moran had no impression or memory of it at all.

In other words, he also has not much time left...

Thinking back on everything in this life.

He fought a battle to gain his wife's trust, and as a king, he guided all living beings with brilliant light, and finally built such an ideal country.

Everything is so fulfilling and beautiful.

There is no thought of doing it again.

I couldn't imagine a better ending than dying with my beloved wives watching over me so tenderly.

When Moran was in a daze.

He heard Morgan's voice calling him again.