Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 103 - : The Price of the Miracle

"This is the scenery Albion first saw when it arrived in Britain. It was this sight that made it decide to stay here.

The most precious thing Albion possessed was this boundary/sky that separated heaven and earth, stars and the universe."

Moran soared freely through the sky.

His black wings burned with Ether, generating power, while he recounted that memory to Morgan.

"Morgan, I wasn't wrong, was I? The breathtaking beauty of Britain still exists here, doesn't it? It hasn't changed for thousands of years."

"..."

Morgan felt her heart stir.

Gently caressing the warmth emanating from the Boundary Dragon beneath her.

This was the first time she had ever experienced something like this.

[The Boundary Dragon was not soaring for itself]

[This time, you took flight for the sake of a girl in pain]

[You, too, were a being rejected by this world, one destined to face destruction]

[Looking at the girl who was gradually succumbing to despair]

[—You wanted to reach out and save her]

[That reason was enough]

[The people of Britain looked up at the dazzling sky]

[No one could remain unmoved by this breathtaking sight]

[Faintly, it seemed as if they could hear a distant, indistinct tolling of bells]

[Amidst the turmoil of war, they couldn't help but marvel at this miracle that lasted only a day]

[It was as if they had been led back to the past]

[To a time when the island was not engulfed in darkness]

"This aura... is it just my imagination..."

Before a decaying throne stood a figure.

His armor was stained black, shrouded in shadow.

The old man looked up at the beautiful, dazzling crimson sky, and for a moment, the cloudiness in his eyes seemed to dissipate.

But only for a moment.

He fell into a reverie, lost in memories of the past.

"To think I could see this familiar scenery again... it's truly nostalgic... Unfortunately, it doesn't suit the Britain of today."

Hatred lingered in the old man's eyes.

There was not a trace of human reason left in them.

Yet, he did not lower his gaze.

It was as if he wanted to etch this past scenery into his heart, turning it into fuel for the battles to come.

The old man was known to the world as the Tyrant Vortigern.

"Soon, very soon, Britain will be mine. Uther and the others are nothing but obstacles in my path. Though the tide of the times has come, how could I forget the past? How could I abandon it?!"

Vortigern sat on the ground, gazing at the sky.

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As if he wanted to protect this past scenery, though even he knew it was a miracle that would last only a day.

He didn't know whose hand had created it.

He couldn't help but feel gratitude in his heart.

But then he thought of Britain's sorrow and its impending doom.

That gratitude twisted into hatred.

The deeper the love, the sharper the hatred.

"Hahaha... Britain must be destroyed! Humanity must be destroyed! Everything will be reduced to nothing!"

The cold, lifeless hall was devoid of vitality.

Only a tyrant consumed by madness and hatred remained, filled with loathing for everything in this world.

The storm over Britain would continue to rage.

The flames of hatred burned fiercely.

[You had shown a miracle that lasted only a day]

[This scene was etched into the hearts of the people of Britain, a beauty that no one would ever forget]

[They would continue to fight]

[Their desire to survive and their longing for beauty would not be overshadowed by Vortigern's madness or the desires of foreign invaders]

[You descended from the sky and returned to the ground]

[Morgan also returned to her castle]

[The entire experience was like a fairy tale for her, a beauty that words could not describe]

[You had brought her an irreplaceable light]

[Though it was a miracle that lasted only a day, Morgan would forever cherish it in her heart]

[For the first time, she had felt this warmth]

[She was still reluctant to let it end]

"Moran... thank you..."

Morgan's face flushed slightly as she turned away.

Looking at the handsome Moran before her, she couldn't help but recall the breathtaking scenery she had just witnessed.

A warm current flowed into her heart.

She had never felt this way when interacting with others before.

"Well, actually, I want to thank you too, Morgan. These past few days, you've also shown me something precious. I hope that, like that sky, the light of your soul will never fade."

"This gift of yours is too heavy. After seeing such a sight, I feel like I owe you a great debt."

Morgan responded earnestly.

She believed that scene was more precious than gold.

"Heh, I wanted to say that you don't need to feel so burdened, but even if I said that, you wouldn't accept it, would you..."

"Moran, you know me well!"

The atmosphere between the two was harmonious.

Like the perfect pairing of cream and sugar.

"...It's about time for me to leave."

Moran spoke after a moment of silence.

Morgan couldn't suppress the rising sense of loss in her heart, but she didn't let it show on her face.

"Moran, you are a knight. You've indeed stayed here with me for too long. You should bring light to Britain."

"You don't have to put on a brave face in front of me. It's not like I'm leaving forever. Whenever I have the time, I'll come back to see you. We'll be just like we are now."

"Really, don't you have any consideration for a lady's feelings? You're so mean..."

Morgan couldn't hide it anymore after being called out.

She shyly averted her gaze.

This quiet sorceress, who had spent so much time in seclusion, still didn't quite know how to handle such closeness.

With someone like Moran.

She wasn't sure how to act.

[And so, you left Tintagel]

[Alone in her castle, Morgan looked up at the stars. Compared to the endless loneliness that lay ahead]

[Her heart was now filled with hope]

"Ugh... I pushed myself too far..."

Moran fell from the sky into the forest.

The magical armor covering his body dissipated, and the flames from the engine died out.

The beating of the dragon's heart slowed.

[You had stayed on the surface of the earth for too long]

[Today, you had even transformed into the form of the Boundary Dragon, forcibly manifesting a scenery that Britain had long since lost]

[This miracle naturally came with a price]

[If you were not the Dragon of Albion]

[You likely wouldn't have been able to withstand it]

"Huff... huff..."

Moran gasped for breath as he struggled to his feet.

He leaned against a tree trunk for support.

Though the air in the forest was fresh, no matter how much he inhaled, it couldn't alleviate the spreading pain.

Every cell in his body screamed in agony.

This world was not suited for his survival.