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

Solomon will die on this day.

As the legend says

You witnessed King Solomon's decision at the end of his life to return the testimony of wisdom given by God to Heaven, returning everything he had received from Him.

Losing everything God gave me

Solomon was visibly weakening and aging, and within a few minutes he became a lifeless old man.

But he had no fear.

You and your fellow disciples watched him age so quickly, yet you didn't feel the slightest bit of heartache.

[I just feel a sense of sadness for this master]

Because you know better than anyone else.

This was the real relief for Solomon.

[At the very end of his life, he finally got rid of the wisdom given by God and regained his former human emotions]

“Solomon, how sad.

You once appeared to the world as a wise and perfect king, but no one really understood Solomon. Everyone only knew the perfect king, and no one knew the real you.

Moran looked at Solomon lying on the bed in the bedroom.

At this moment, Solomon showed a helpless smile.

He had nothing to refute.

"Ah, I really can't help it. Are you going to lecture me like this in the end? But, it was me who made that wish, so judging by the outcome alone, I think it's a good thing."

Solomon was no longer as serious as before.

Even the tone and expression were so gentle and casual.

"Honestly, looking back on my memories of the past nineteen years, you, Moran, have tried many times to teach me how to live. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to respond back then. The so-called destined wisdom and kingship are pretty much like that. I'm sorry..."

Solomon sincerely apologized to Moran.

This was something he could not say when he had the Ten Commandments.

Only after regaining his human emotions could Solomon respond to Moran in this way.

The first thing he felt was guilt.

"Don't apologize to me. I'm not so petty as to mock you for being like that."

"Haha...thank you so much..."

Solomon smiled wryly.

Although I have never had any communication with Moran as a friend, this time should be considered as such, right?

When he thought about it this way, he felt that he was returning wisdom to God.

This approach feels pretty good.

Although it was not of my own will.

But Solomon still felt extremely fortunate about this.

"At least, I feel good to finally be able to chat with you like this... If I could make a choice again... I really want to choose a different life..."

"Why, are you dissatisfied with this kind of life?"

"No, no, it's not that I'm dissatisfied... I don't have any feelings about my current life... I just simply want to live more like a human being..."

Solomon's words contain a prayer...

These are words that can silence anyone who hears them.

Obviously, it is within anyone's reach.

But he made a wish in his heart with such sincerity, praying for this wish that anyone can realize.

A puppet called the King, a slave of wisdom.

This ancestor was worshipped by countless magicians in later generations.

Its essence is so simple.

"If I had to give you an example... well... being able to live as freely as you do, Moran... that would be the best thing for me..."

Solomon vaguely remembered the story Moran told him.

Until now, there is still yearning in his heart.

I am constantly feeling emotional.

Just being alive is such a wonderful thing.

Such feelings rippled in his heart.

"Solomon, your wish will come true one day."

"Haha...haha...after hearing what you said...I feel a lot more at ease...well...now I can have the courage to say goodbye to you with my chest held high...Moran...thank you...my last best friend in my life..."

Solomon looked very peaceful.

[In the end, he was able to confide in you, his disciple and close friend, and he felt very satisfied.]

You said your final goodbye to Solomon.

On that day, the Magic King passed away in front of his ministers and subjects. The tragic news spread throughout Israel and the surrounding nations.

The whole country is immersed in sorrow

You and your fellow disciples attended the funeral of this wise king.

After that, you planned to go your separate ways.

Zelrich said he wanted to travel around for a while, while Bricisan planned to establish an organization called the Magic Association to commemorate the knowledge of Master Solomon, saying that he wanted to continue to pass on the mystery of magic.

"Moran, do you want to come along? You're studying magic that's more soul-oriented, right? I can open up a branch for you. It would also be easier for me if you, a True Ancestor, could help me!"

Bricisan invites you.

He's been planning this organization for a long time, and he's even thought about what position you'll be assigned to.

[You smiled helplessly after hearing this]

I was thinking, the True Ancestor becoming the first ruler of a major discipline is quite complex in many ways.

You declined Bricisan's invitation.

"No, my wife has been complaining a lot lately. If I don't hurry back, she'll probably come looking for me herself. And then I guess I won't be able to just coax her out of it."

What Moran said about 2.6 is not false.

Although the orders he gave before leaving Millennium City were well-organized, there was no class consciousness among the True Ancestors.

Basically, they are solitary creatures.

The dead disciples who obeyed Moran did not dare to arrange these true ancestors.

If it weren't for Zhu Yue's direct order, they would probably only take action when faced with something of common interest.

Moran was able to command them by force.

Otherwise, it would be really difficult to make the True Ancestor obedient.

After only a few decades of absence, Zhu Yue wanted Moran to return to the Millennium City.

I can only say that there is no other way.

"...Will the True Ancestor also be controlled by his wife?"

"Ahem... This situation is very complicated... My brother's affairs... You fellow brothers shouldn't get involved too much..."

"Oh, it seems this situation is very complicated."

Zelrich couldn't help but smile.

After that, they each left.

【In the final chat farewell】

You mentioned Zhu Yue to Zelrich.

[Zelrich, who has a strong sense of justice, heard this and promised you that he would not attack Zhu Yue.]

You are well aware of Zelritch's upright values. If he were in the Age of Gods, he would surely have accomplished great things. He would never go back on his word.

[Swinging a sword at someone his senior brother loves is considered extremely treasonous in his eyes.]

[But, even if you hear the promise]

[I still feel a little uneasy inside]

P.S.: I have updated more than 30,000 words, and now I have officially entered the story of Tsukihime.

Chapter 62: You are jealous, aren't you? [Please give me flowers! Please give me a monthly ticket!]

You have already done everything you can.

[At least it's ensured that Zelrich won't become an enemy of Zhu Yue. Will the future unfold as you remember?]

You have no way of knowing this.

[Returning to the ancient mountain city where moon flowers bloom, it seems that this place will never change no matter how long it takes]

[You, with the magic you learned from Solomon, and Zhu Yue, participated in the great cause of creating a suitable successor.]

[This is a long and enduring period of time]

[However, Moran never had a dull feeling.]

Because of you, Zhu Yue has been staying in Millennium City for more time than before. You two are working together to create the True Ancestor.

[After learning from Zhu Yue's long-term creative experience, and with her personal intervention, you spent nearly a hundred years to create the crystallization of your own technology.]

[Using the hybrid blood of the Dead Apostles and the True Ancestor, and using Zhu Yue's own blood as a reference, I replicated it——]

She was born in your hands

"Haha, so cute. Since this is the offspring you created with your own hands, Moran, I want to give her a name..."

Zhu Yue holds the child you created in her arms.

She had a gentle smile on her face.

"Hmm? You want to name her?"

"Why? She's the child of you and me. So, I have the right to name her, right?"

Zhu Yue couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

But she hasn't realized anything yet.

"Zhu Yue, don't you think this is very similar to a certain relationship among humans? Like a husband and wife or something..."

"......couple...."

Zhu Yue was stunned for a few seconds as if petrified.

The dignified and elegant face seemed to become unnatural.

Different from the previous cold and indifferent attitude.

The slight rubbing of her silver teeth seemed to be revealing her emotions, and her subconscious actions led to this result.

"According to human etiquette, in a situation like ours where we want to name our child together, I can't think of anyone other than a married couple."

Moran explained as usual.

He just looked at Zhu Yue in front of him with gentle eyes.

She looked back at the past five hundred years.

Combined with the moment he knew that Moran had created this child, an inexplicable warmth surged in his heart.

I want to give this child a name.

I want to hold her in my arms and look at her carefully.