Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 100 - : I Will Save It in My Own Way

"I am Albion, the Dragon who watches over the boundaries. I have lived here long before humans set foot on this island."

Moran did not deny Merlin's claims.

As the heart of Albion, he carried the 4.6 billion years of records that Albion had accumulated.

To the people of Britain.

What Albion meant—there was no need to explain.

"Albion, you are the destiny of Britain. May I ask, what brings you to the Holy City of Camelot?"

"Of course, it is for Britain."

"..."

Uther waved his hand, signaling the knights to leave.

Upon learning that Moran was Albion.

They no longer harbored any suspicion toward him.

The symbol of Britain, Albion, stood before them.

If even he wished to kill King Uther, it would truly mean that Camelot was doomed.

[King Uther was overjoyed by your arrival]

[Witnessing the most ancient mystery still alive in Britain, he held a deeper hope for the future]

[To unite the various tribes and kings against Vortigern and the Saxons, and to maintain the stability of Camelot's rule]

[King Uther was indeed an extraordinary human]

[However, his extraordinariness was limited to humanity]

[The immense challenges Britain now faced could no longer be solved by mere human excellence]

[They needed a miracle beyond humanity]

"The Saxons aside, even the war with the Picts in the north or the conflict with Vortigern—if left to human hands alone, it would be impossible to bring about a miracle."

[King Uther had already accepted this fact]

[The entire island of Britain was in decline, the planet's rules were being rewritten, and Britain was like a piece of garbage left uncleaned in a corner, destined to meet its end]

[Only by transcending conventional means]

[Could Britain possibly be saved]

[This miracle was something human hands could not achieve; it required a mystery far beyond humanity]

"Albion, you are the destiny of Britain. I, Uther Pendragon, offer you my deepest respect. I beseech you, bring this miracle to us."

"Uther, I am a dragon. I am not a king of humans, and I cannot bring the miracle you seek in the way you imagine."

Moran and Merlin were both phantasmal species.

Moreover, with Albion's unique nature.

He could not lead humans.

It wasn't that he couldn't be a king, but rather, he physically could not lead humans.

"No, Merlin and I have already decided to entrust the miracle to the next king. What I hope is that you, as the destiny of Britain, can protect this light of miracle for us."

"..."

Moran remained silent, not responding.

He knew what Uther was referring to.

"The next king will be a hybrid of human and dragon. Since a king who transcends humanity cannot save Britain, this time, let a non-human become the perfect king!"

[King Uther had come to this conclusion]

[This was the consensus he and Merlin had reached]

[Uther was already a king who transcended humanity, yet he still could not save the dying Britain]

[They had long been preparing for this]

[Using Uther's bloodline and the blood of the red dragon, with the noble Igraine as the mother, they would achieve conceptual conception through magical means]

[There was no trace of love in this]

[It was purely an act to achieve the desired result]

[Not turning a dragon into a human, but engraving the functions of a dragon into a human body]

"The land is already barren, the island's crops are dwindling, and the people are increasingly trapped in poverty... I will likely die in the battle against Vortigern soon..."

"The next king is the hope. I am merely building the bridge for her. I cannot save Britain."

"Albion, you are the symbol of Britain. I beseech you, save this dying land. If it is you, the most ancient mystery! My life is of no importance, but this Britain—"

[King Uther shed all royal demeanor]

[Here stood a man who, to save his homeland, was willing to transcend humanity itself]

[He had long foreseen his impending death]

[And thus decided to work with Merlin to create a successor]

"Vortigern, my brother... he is no longer the man I knew... The Vortigern of now is the embodiment of Britain's madness. Against such a being, only one who is his equal in concept can stand against him."

[Uther shared his thoughts]

[To outsiders, Vortigern was a traitor who colluded with foreign enemies, but only Uther, Merlin, and a few others knew]

[He had already been consumed by the madness of the island of Britain]

[As the heart of the planet, Britain would rather destroy itself than allow humans to defile it]

[The island of Britain had gone mad]

"..."

Moran did not respond immediately.

As the heart, he had inherited Albion's emotions.

He understood the emotions this island evoked.

If it were the Boundary Dragon that once soared through the skies, it would have only one choice for its homeland, Britain.

"Moran, what is your decision?"

Merlin watched from the side.

Her light red eyes deeply gazed at him, as if trying to etch his figure into her memory.

"Albion loved everything on this island. To me, it's like a father's dying wish. I can't ignore it. Merlin, you foresaw this from the start, didn't you?"

"Speculation and desire are two different things. Well, I merely made a prediction. The one who ultimately makes the choice is you, Moran."

"Hmph, I'll make my decision."

Moran stepped before Uther.

There, he gave his answer.

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"Uther, I will lend my aid, but not for you. Thank Albion for still loving all of this. However, I will save it in my own way."

With that, Moran turned and left.

Under the watchful eyes of King Uther and Merlin, he departed.

Britain was now filled with cries of despair and lament, the life of the land slowly fading away.

But the Boundary Dragon still breathed.

Its wings would spread and soar across this sky, fighting for the last fantasy in this land of the end.