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

Moran also opened his sleepy eyes, and the first thing he saw was the familiar silver hair.

He subconsciously reached out to her.

Caressing the woman's beautiful, round and tender cheeks.

"Morgan...?"

Moran reacted in a daze.

His drowsy consciousness also became clear, and he realized that something was wrong.

"Sorry, Gray...I was confused."

"It's okay! It's okay... I know my face looks too much like Princess Morgan... It's not your fault, teacher..."

Gray blushed and took a step back.

I could feel the warmth of the palm on my cheek, and my chest was pounding uncontrollably.

Gray didn't blame Moran for that thought.

Since she and Moran left the Blackmoya Cemetery, she had seen many new things in the few days since.

Originally she wanted to call Moran king.

However, Moran showed an embarrassment about this and asked her to call him teacher like the Tohsaka sisters.

"Teacher, breakfast is outside. Since you are awake, I will go out first!"

Gray bowed politely.

Soon, she left the room in a flash.

"Oh, I really slept... "

Moran's mind was still replaying the dream.

He knew that Grey was not the Morgan in his dreams, but it was a pity that the two women looked too similar.

This is disrespectful to Grey.

Moran asked Gray to call him teacher.

This also means that he wants to fulfill his responsibility of guidance.

Gray can be considered the child of the island.

She didn't know how to use her gifts, nor did she know how to deal with the blessings she had received.

If you let it go, you will only get lost in the mystery.

So she needs someone to guide her.

The ceremonial suit Yade can help her better master her power. With Moran's guidance, she will become an outstanding knight in time.

"I need to change this habit. Grey is Grey. It's not funny to hallucinate that her offspring is her wife..."

Moran took a deep breath.

He knew how to bring Morgan back to the modern era, and making Gray the vessel was not the only option.

Morgan had once been among his forces.

If he could extract the inherent skill, the King of the End, from the simulator, he could bring the former British army to his side.

Morgan will also return.

This is not a difficult thing.

"However, with Britain's king election approaching, I'd better take a look at who the new king will be before the next simulation."

Moran put aside the idea of simulation.

He wanted to see who would be chosen this time.

If possible, he would also like to go and talk to the chosen person in person and see what the new king is like.

"However, I set the rules for the king selection. No matter how bad the chosen one is, he will at least meet my passing standard..."

Moran is confident in the foundation of his technique.

This basic technique is not rigid enough to just select people; it is connected to British consciousness and can communicate with people.

Of course, it will also train people to become kings.

After Moran and the girls finished breakfast, they left the hotel in London and headed to the Clock Tower.

Gray was full of curiosity all the way.

Having lived in the Blackmoya Cemetery for a long time, she now feels like she has traveled back to the Middle Ages and into the modern world.

At first, Grey was dressed in medieval style.

As simple and unpretentious as a country girl.

Irisviel and Mordred dressed her up, and they had a lot of fun in the process.

To Gray, to Mordred.

Just like choosing clothes for a young mother, it is a rare and precious sight for her.

Irisviel seemed to be playing a dress-up game.

Gray's cuteness is obvious to everyone.

"Gray, let's go to the mall after we finish visiting the Clock Tower!"

“Wuwuwu…Teacher…!”

Gray cast a look at Moran for help...

The experience of being worshipped as the Son of God in Brakmoya since childhood made her very reluctant to reveal her appearance.

On weekdays, Gray wears a hooded suit.

If someone sees her appearance, she will feel uneasy and ashamed. It can be said that it is a pity to waste her beauty.

Moran has said many times that there is no need to care.

After all, Grey is a descendant of Morgan by blood, and looking like her ancestor is not something that needs to be avoided.

Gray is afraid of being worshipped by others. Rather than being worshipped by the living, she would rather be the gravekeeper of the dead.

Only when talking to Moran.

She had the courage to take off her hood.

She needs to overcome this on her own.

"Clock Tower..."

Moran and others arrived at the Clock Tower headquarters by car.

This was more majestic than he remembered.

Presumably, the Clock Tower before the simulation was not as powerful as it is now.

In Britain, where the Age of Gods continues, the Clock Tower's power is far greater than before the simulation overlay.

And this power comes from Britain.

"Come on....let us meet the new king of Britain."

Moran took Gray's hand.

He entered the clock tower with the girls.

Every time a king is chosen, the monarch of the Clock Tower will make a crown decision in the ancient heart layer located fifty kilometers below.

Almost a hundred years had passed since the last crown decision. The previous king chosen by Britain had passed away.

Britain 0.8 will grant the king strength and power.

But, the king also needs rotation.

When a king dies or loses his royal credentials, Britain will begin to rotate kings.

If there is someone more suitable to be king.

Then, there will be rotation of abdication.

The mechanism for the continuation of the Age of Gods is continuous evolution, and the selection of the king is carried out through mechanically precise means.

From the inside, it is impeccable.

Only external factors can threaten Britain.

Ancient Heart. Cracks—

Circuits of light, like blood vessels, are spread throughout the earth, and the light is intertwined in a spiral.

The monarchs arrived here by mining the cracks in the city.

Just like they did a hundred years ago, they held a meeting to decide the crown for Britain's upcoming king.

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Soon, the space opened up.

Inside is a very spacious room.

The light from earlier gathered on the dome-shaped ceiling.

The continuity of light is so beautiful, and it must be because of this kind of light that we can be sure that this is the chosen location.

The light's flow was uneven, so wherever it passed, it shone with greater brilliance. In the darkness far beneath the earth, the brilliance of these tiny lights was like the starry sky of a new world.

There is a round table in the center, but its material is also unclear.

Of course, this was not transported from the ground.

It is a reward from the first king for the magician's loyalty, a witness to the continuous progress of the people and Britain in the future.

Since the Clock Tower opened, how many meetings have been witnessed by this round table and the starry sky above the canopy?

Based on the results of that meeting, how many magicians sighed in despair or raised their glasses of victory?

The minimum number of people required to hold a championship decision is four.

This time, among the many crown decisions, is also a very rare one, especially for the monarch of the 24th Tower.

They need to enforce the blood pact made thousands of years ago.

The twelve monarchical families initially swore an oath to the first king that they would forever dedicate their souls and loyalty to Britain.

To this end, Britain will make them understand the shackles of mystery.

Satisfy their thirst for the unknown.

Let them have the opportunity to glimpse the roots of this life.

Nowhere in the world can magicians get closer to the abyss of origin than in Britain.

No one was absent from this championship decision.

Because this is a ceremony to show loyalty to the new king, any absence would be disloyalty to Britain.

Even Marisbilly, the monarch of the Animusphia family who was far away in Antarctica, rushed back to the Clock Tower.

"Lord Animusphia, good day. I've heard you've been quite busy lately. It seems you've been negotiating with various United Nations organizations to secure funding for the establishment of an observatory called Chaldea."

Weren't you also interested in Snowfield's Holy Grail War earlier? I'm very curious about your withdrawal."

Kenneth took his seat early.

Looking at Marisbury, who was also in the aristocratic camp, he showed a gentle and elegant smile.

Since becoming monarch, Kayneth has only participated in the crown decision once, and that was when he was elected as the monarch of El-Melloi.

"Thanks to Lord El-Melloi for your care. Running Chaldea is already overwhelming for me. If I miss this royal election again, I will be ashamed to face all the previous family heads. I am very grateful for your previous assistance. As for the reason for my withdrawal, I hope you won't laugh..."

Marisbury talked about the reason for giving up the participation.

He smiled and said, "I originally participated in the Holy Grail War to secure funds for Chaldea's operations, but the Snowfield ritual did not meet my expectations. It had this flaw. The foundation of the Greater Holy Grail had been damaged by those barbarians."

It was no secret that Marisbury was seriously short of money.