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

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【To parents and the people on the island】

You clearly remember from the Moon World records that Morgan's transformation occurred after Altria became king.

She is not recognized by her parents and is not accepted by the world.

[It is obvious that I am the one who is mysteriously favored by Britain, and I should become the king of Britain.]

Can you imagine Morgan extending this kind of emotion?

The higher your expectations of others, the better.

[When rejected, hatred will swell dozens of times. It only takes a moment for love to turn into hate.]

[However, King Uther wanted to be the king of men]

He Doesn't Need the King of Earth

Morgan's expectations of her parents were nonexistent from the start. Her desires would never come true.

You stayed in Yantajar for several days.

[During this period, you will stay in Morgan's castle]

[Share the knowledge of magic with her, and tell her about the beauty of the planet over the past 4.6 billion years——]

[This is a very relaxing day]

Although it was only a few days, Morgan had a cheerful smile on his face during these days.

[Rejection from the world, cold reception from parents]

【It seems that everything has been forgotten】

"Moran, this island has been crying since I was born. The haze covering it has not yet dissipated. People are groaning and sobbing in the darkness. Everything is going in a bad direction..."

Morgan lay on the empty lawn outside the city.

She stretched out her hands towards the dark sky, as if wanting to replace this sad scene.

"Britain wasn't like this before."

“…Isn’t that right?”

Moran said as he sat next to Morgan.

He read the ancient records of Albion, which contained scenes of Britain at the peak of the Age of Gods.

Read Moran of this memory.

I can feel the emotion and love of Albion.

You described that memory to Morgan.

Morgan, listening, seemed to be immersed in the story, feeling the same feelings Albion once had for this homeland.

“If possible, I really want to see 3.6.

I don't like Britain as it is now. I want to see it again, even if only a little bit... to see the Britain of the past that you, Moran, described."

Morgan said this with deep prayer in his voice.

As a fairy who inherited the mysteries of the British Isles, she cares about Britain more than anyone else.

Moran looked at Morgan, who looked expectant.

And the loss hidden deep in her beautiful eyes.

Although the two of them had been very happy together over the past few days, she still couldn't forget the reality of the problem.

No matter how much you try to avoid it, you can't escape it.

Eventually, we have to face all the misfortunes.

“…I can see it.”

"what?"

"Morgan, the view is visible. Do you want to see it?"

Moran looked at the dark sky.

At the same time, feel the little magic power left in your body.

I'm sure there's still room for me to be willful once more.

"Moran....what do you mean?"

"Don't you want to see the scenery of Britain in the past? I can take you to see the scenery that once enchanted even Albion, and it still exists in Britain today!"

Moran stood up and offered Morgan his hand.

It was like inviting the fairy princess to step out of the dark birdcage and walk towards the innocent knight under the dazzling blue sky.

He had a big smile on his face.

Washing away the darkness that lingered in Morgan's heart.

ps: According to the information in the Lostbelt, we can know that Morgan had blonde hair at first.

He will eventually have silver hair, mainly due to problems with magic.

The author used Morgan, the Rain Witch, as the character.

Chapter 102: The Realm Dragon Soars Here [Please Subscribe! Please Subscribe! ]

What overflows from the body is the true ether.

[It is an element that has long since dissipated from the surface of the earth and should not remain in this world today.]

[The ether turns into warm blue waves]

[As if washing away the darkness brought by war and famine, making this space full of spring]

Thump, thump, thump——

[The sound of a strong heartbeat reaches my ears]

Like the gentle tolling of a bell before dusk, the memories engraved in the dragon's blood are reawakening.

【Recalling the records of ancient times】

"—Morgan, come on."

Moran seemed to reach out to her in the darkness.

I don't want to just watch the girl fall into depression, so I want her to know that the so-called dream is not impossible.

It contains such mystery within itself.

Perhaps, it is for this moment of redemption.

It is known that Britain will come to an end no matter what.

However, through his interactions with the girl before him, he realized that there were still things on the British Isles that shone with brilliance.

Since it exists, go and save it.

Trying as much as possible to pull her out of the darkness.

"........"

Morgan looked at Moran who was now in front of him.

Waves of wind whipped up by the ether blew its golden hair.

The image of the strongest dragon is reflected in his eyes.

The heart that had been frozen by being rejected by others seemed to be melted by something warm.

Before the brain even realizes it.

Instinctively, she chose to hold the hand of the man in front of her, as if she had been waiting in the depths of the abyss for who knows how long.

Finally, someone reached out.

[A dazzling light blooms from the plain]

Like a star falling from the sky, the magic power spreads uncontrollably from you.

【Return to the original posture】

[The strongest dragon species in the past has died, and here now is the newly born realm dragon——]

[A body like pitch-black steel, filled with a streamlined ultimate beauty, emitting a blue-green glow like flowing water]

[A dragon fighter born from the hands of nature]

【It is a fantasy that only exists in reality】

【At the same time, it is also a light that belongs only to you】

"This is... Albion..."

Morgan climbed onto the back of the Realm Dragon.

Although she had heard Moran talk about Albion, she was still shocked when she saw it in person.

"Heh, the old Albion is gone. I am its reborn form. This is also the first time I've become like this since I woke up."

Moran's voice echoed in the atmosphere.

At this moment, he had already transformed into a realm dragon.

Even the music has magic.

Ordinary people would be confused when they heard this kind of sound, and would be captivated by the brilliance that divided the space.

"You became like this because of me..."

Morgan is a very good magician.

As a mysterious child favored by the British Isles, she could more or less guess the burden Moran was carrying.

Light overflowed from the ether within Moran.

It is enough to bring life back to the dead forest.

His mere presence here has this effect.

Every action symbolizes antiquity and mystery, injecting the past into aging Britain.

“The strongest dragon is more than just a title.

Rather than listening to Britain's sobs, I want to preserve the brilliance of someone like you, Morgan. Your smile is something I also want to record. So, consider this my thank you."

Moran really wanted to save Great Britain.

But it is by no means limited to this land.

Compared to the past, Albion's love for his homeland.

He pays more attention to the beauty that Britain contains.

The glory of still yearning for the beauty of light in the face of despair, and constantly striving to pursue one's ideals -

These are what he wants to maintain.

"Hold on tight, you're on my back now—from ancient times to the present, no one has ever been worthy of sitting in such a special seat!"

Moran's dragon eyes sparkled.

If it were the Albion of the past, given its pride, it would certainly not allow any species to sit on its back.

Moran and Albion are different, though.

He has always been himself.

Although he inherited Albion's obsession and emotions, Moran simply regarded them as a legacy left by his father.