Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 108 - : This Wish Will Surely Not Be Wrong

[Fear appeared on the girl's face]

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[To prove that her words were not false, Merlin showed Artoria a vision of the future]

[It was a prophecy similar to the selection ceremony]

[Seeing Artoria trembling at this moment, Merlin's expression remained unchanged]

[Although she had an agreement with Uther]

[Showing Artoria the future like this was unnecessary]

[But it didn't matter]

[Even if Artoria gave up on pulling the sword, the story wouldn't become boring]

[Just as Merlin was about to leave]

[Thinking Artoria had given up]

"—No."

[Artoria gave a firm answer]

[After confronting her fear, she spoke]

[After ten years of various teachings]

[She knew what it meant to become a king]

[A king is someone who kills more people to protect the people. She wasn't naive enough to think she could make everyone happy—such stories only existed in fairy tales]

[Thinking of the future she might face]

[The young girl trembled with fear every night]

[Not only that, but in the future, she would inevitably be alienated, feared, and betrayed countless times]

[This was what it meant to become a king]

[She gave her answer to Merlin, knowing all of this]

[Uther and Merlin had created her, Artoria, to be the perfect king]

[She was also aware of this]

[When Artoria asked about her origins, you didn't hide the truth from her. This was to help her think more clearly]

[After learning the truth from you]

[Artoria didn't react with much emotion, nor did she feel a sense of duty or inspiration]

[What drove her to face all of this]

[Was actually very simple]

[It wasn't the desire to rule as a human, nor the sense of duty as a leader, nor the intoxication of faith]

[It was the memories of the past fifteen years]

[The daily life she shared with Ector and her brother Kay, the joyful smiles of the townspeople, and you, who had always watched over her]

[Her heart was filled with many things]

[But the deepest impression was of you, who had brought her light countless times when she trembled in the darkness]

[She felt that being able to live these fifteen years]

[Perhaps this was what happiness was]

[The red dragon born into the world had learned love]

[There was no lofty or sacred reason—she simply wanted to protect this scenery and the small happiness in her heart]

"Ector has always talked to me about the ideal king, but even now, I don't know what the ideal king looks like. Moran told me to just focus on the present. This time, I want to make my own choice..."

Artoria spoke as if to herself.

Merlin listened quietly.

[She seemed to have found the reason to pull out the holy sword]

[No, the reason had always been there—she had just now truly noticed it]

[She wanted to protect the memories of being with Moran and the joyful days she had spent with the people]

[Just being in such happiness]

[Gave her the motivation to move forward]

[This was the answer that the girl named Artoria had arrived at after fifteen years—a human, kingly pursuit]

[She couldn't leave this to someone else]

[Because no one else could do it]

[Rather than entrusting it to others, she wanted to help you herself, so she had to take on this responsibility]

[The thought of someone else standing by your side ignited an unignorable fire in her heart]

[Yes, her wish wasn't entirely for others]

[It also included herself]

[The girl had found something she truly desired and decided to become a king for her own wish]

[Her wish had never changed]

[It had just shifted from becoming a knight you could be proud of to becoming a knight king who could protect you]

"—To protect that happiness. I believe this wish will surely not be wrong."

Artoria made her choice.

She pulled the holy sword from the stone.

Knowing that her future self would fight.

She knew that the end might bring tragedy.

But even if it led to ruin, it didn't matter. She would still draw the golden sword to protect all of this.

"Ah, you've chosen a difficult path," Merlin said, seemingly troubled.

In reality, she was delighted by the girl's choice.

Because such a development was truly fascinating.

Merlin was certain that the path Artoria had chosen would be fraught with challenges, but also filled with grandeur.

"To protect your own happiness... in a way, Artoria, you've been influenced by your surroundings..."

Moran dispelled his disguise.

He watched as Artoria raised the holy sword high.

For a moment, it was as if he saw himself, the king he had once been, fighting against the gods for a happiness that seemed impossible to achieve.

Now, there were no lofty oaths here.

Only a girl who wanted to protect her happiness.

"However, King Arthur, what you desire is itself a miracle. Miracles often come with a price—you will lose the most important thing on this path."

Merlin looked at the newly crowned king.

She offered her first piece of advice, detached and indifferent.

[As the knights were preparing for a joust]

[To decide the king]

[Merlin announced Uther's successor—someone had drawn the golden sword from the stone]

[The knights and the people rushed to the scene]

[There, they saw Artoria holding the golden sword]

[What they felt was not joy]

[They found the whole thing absurd]

[Artoria, a mere squire, was someone the proud knights could never bow to]

[Some thought it must be a mistake]

[They refused to acknowledge Artoria as the one who drew the sword]

[As the chaos and disputes threatened to escalate]

[A surge of true ether washed over the scene, throwing everyone into confusion]

[There, they saw the figure of a dragon]

[The Dragon of the Boundary had appeared]