Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 153 - : The If We Longed For

"If my foolish sister doesn't cherish this to the end, don't blame me for coming back to take it away."

She seemed to smile, wishing for the man's happiness.

The witch's figure grew increasingly blurry.

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In the end, she couldn't help but say one last sentence, expressing her true feelings—

"If you weren't born as Albion, and I weren't born as the child of the island of Britain... then perhaps our ending would have been different..."

Morgan's voice carried a hint of longing.

[As if she had returned to the girl hidden deep in the castle, speaking a simple wish]

[Faced with this sudden yet pure question]

[You couldn't help but clench your teeth]

[Slowly—]

[You felt the pain in your body stirring again, unsure if it had reached another level of extremity]

"It would definitely be more ordinary, more mundane. But it would also be a warm and cozy life. I'm willing to believe that."

"Haha, not bad... but everyone knows that 'if' is something that doesn't exist from the start. But since you said so, Moran, let me hold onto that wish."

Engraved in his eyes was her most radiant smile.

Moran didn't say anything to stop her.

He wanted to fight for everything, and now the witch had indeed fallen for him, which was why.

She chose to leave for the sake of this relationship.

Just as Moran stubbornly wanted to fight for happiness.

If he truly cared for Morgan, he couldn't stop her thoughts now, or else he would only push her into an abyss.

That wasn't love.

It was the selfishness of human nature.

[What remained in the end was the memory of parting]

[Watching the witch disappear into the light with a bright smile, she took the reluctance with her]

[You both made a joint decision to preserve this relationship]

[It was also an experience you couldn't regret, even if you couldn't fully accept the outcome]

[But you understood Morgan's choice]

[Picking up the nearly shattered self and consciousness, you climbed out of the pit of pain once again]

[You returned to the holy city of Camelot]

[Mordred received punishment from King Arthur]

[Bedivere had no idea what had happened between you, but he knew Mordred had made a mistake]

[Although the whole thing surprised him]

[As the king's secretary, he knew what to say and what not to say. Mordred was punished with cleaning the stables, and anyone could see that Artoria didn't intend to punish he seriously]

[Although Mordred had spoken the mad words of destroying Britain]

[In the end, it was still her problem]

[She hadn't seen through your true condition, nor had she taken real measures to handle the situation. As a daughter, Mordred harbored this anger and dissatisfaction, which Artoria found natural]

[There was her own negligence in this]

[Artoria felt guilty, even now that she knew the truth]

[To solve the problems of Britain and you]

[They still needed to find a mystery of sufficient scale, at least their vision hadn't changed]

[As for the expedition against the Roman?]

[That goes without saying]

[Although they lost two ships and hundreds of soldiers' lives in the battle with Rome, the results far exceeded that]

[The Romans were utterly defeated]

[They signed a peace treaty more easily than expected, and you extorted a series of compensations from them]

[The Romans, overwhelmed, could only agree]

[The soldiers' faces were filled with joy]

[The long-standing battle with the foreigners had finally ended]

[Although the years of poor harvests could only be prayed for, the conflicts between people had come to an end]

[The weary soldiers were filled with hope]

[Compared to them, Artoria's face was always clouded with worry, as the biggest problem remained unsolved]

[They hadn't found a mystery of sufficient scale]

[When Artoria and you returned to Britain, she noticed your physical condition worsening day by day]

"Cough, cough..."

[You had lost four of your five senses—]

[Touch, smell, hearing, and taste]

[Only your vision remained, barely functioning, and hearing wasn't much of a problem either]

[He could rely on lip-reading to communicate with others]

[But now, the situation wasn't good]

[You were shivering uncontrollably, coughing up blood]

[Although various methods had been tried]

[None of them succeeded]

[You could clearly feel your body rotting from the inside, dizziness filling your brain, with only one benefit]

[That is something that cannot be soothed even by closing your eyes]

[Unable to sleep, only awake]

[For you, who wants to spend more time with the women, this is one of the few benefits]

"The search for the mysterious has failed. If it were just for Britain, we could continue the search, but if the goal is to save Moran, this plan has already failed. Without me saying it, you can clearly understand, he..."

"Ah... Is there really no way...!?"

"Everyone is holding on, Moran is just the one who has held on the longest. He has already reached his limit."

[Hearing the discussion between Merlin and Artoria]

[Mordred becomes irritable during this process, Guinevere's face cannot hide her grief, Artoria still wants to struggle and try, while Merlin shows a detached expression of helplessness]

[You see all of this]

[Ah, you don't want to see them like this]

[Even at the end of your life, you don't want to see them shed tears. You want to bring them joy, not sorrow]

[Pain, constant pain in your brain]

[In the ocean of your consciousness, a scene keeps emerging—a dragon's corpse buried deep underground, dying with regret]

[It is the womb that gave birth to you]

[As the saying goes, people recall everything when they are on the verge of death. You never thought you would start recalling from the dragon's corpse]

[It is your very beginning]

[The dragon that once dug endlessly underground to survive, finally exhausted and died under the pressure of the world]

[Now, you think of yourself meeting the same fate]

[It's really both laughable and pitiful]

"It's really not funny..."

Moran shakes his head with a bitter smile.

However, the intense pain in his brain does not stop.

It's as if his soul is thrown into this record, making it impossible for him to ignore this information.