Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 362: A Little Suggestion

Obviously, that is impossible.

Of course, the fish can make a choice.

Its final fate is nothing more than dying of dehydration.

For the Age of Gods magi of Britain, changing faith is such a serious and excessive matter.

The fact also proves that believing in the first King is the best choice for magi who practice Age of Gods magecraft.

"No, I am not such a narrow-minded king. I am not so petty as to interfere with the faith of my subordinates."

Moran wore a composed smile.

This magnanimity relieved Lorelei, who was originally prepared to bear the pressure, and she gained a lot of goodwill towards Moran.

At least, she doesn't think Moran is so unbearable anymore.

Although still not comparable to the first King.

"However, can I make a small suggestion?

Lorelei, you are so strict with yourself, in this situation, even if that great first King heard your devout prayers, I'm afraid he would only show a wry smile, right?"

Moran said in a concerned tone.

As if he had instantly discerned Lorelei's essence and secrets, that gaze seemed to be able to see through everything.

If anyone had dared to talk so much about her faith in the past.

Lorelei would definitely make the other party suffer.

But, she now has a strange feeling, actually thinking that what Moran said doesn't seem to be a joke.

"Lorelei, if you desire to shine, if you want to get closer to the King you admire, you should show a beauty that even he can't take his eyes off of. I'm not trying to instill worldly concepts into you who has devout faith, but as far as I know, the first King was also very busy.

If you don't do this, it's difficult for his gaze to stay on an individual. Because he is a King who loves the goodness of people."

Although Moran said it this way.

However, it gave Lorelei an extremely astonished feeling, as if she had seen the first King with her own eyes.

No, this is too absurd.

The first King left Britain for thousands of years.

Before Moran ascended the throne, he was just an ordinary magus, and it was impossible for him to have the qualifications to meet that great King.

Besides, the first King reappeared.

He has no reason not to return to Britain and make it public.

These kinds of thoughts made Lorelei want to refute Moran, but Lorelei was never able to open her mouth.

Somewhere in her heart, she believes.

Saying it's best to listen to Moran's advice.

"Maiden, if you want to send your prayers to the heavens, you must make appropriate preparations in the appropriate place, and depending on the situation, you also need appropriate attire, etc. You should remember these things.

If, you really desire to approach that King.

If, you are truly unwavering in achieving this desire."

Moran's voice revealed a trace of holiness.

Like a heavenly father guiding lost lambs, he kindly offered friendly advice to Lorelei with loving care.

Do your best. He said, although it may affect the sincerity of faith, the first King's love and tolerance will allow for this discrepancy.

There is not a trace of falsehood in it.

Everything is just the most truthful statement.

"The Barthomeloi are a family blessed with blood by the first King, the loyal subjects who first signed the blood pact. You are sublimated by this faith and love, you are born like this. You only need to remember that being such an existence is enough to make that great King gladly praise you."

"...What guarantee do you have?"

"Guarantee? Of course, I have no guarantee. I am only giving the best advice from the perspective of a mere mortal. That's all."

Moran shrugged lightly.

As if he was really just giving advice.

This conversation feels too strange.

"Hmph, you speak as if you've met the first King."

"Hahahaha, well, how could a new king like me with not much dazzling experience have this opportunity?"

Moran smiled very happily.

The vaguely radiating kingly demeanor was eye-catching, and Lorelei only felt extremely impetuous in her heart.

Why is her mood so uneasy?

This makes Lorelei unable to understand.

"First of all, start by changing that stern face. It's a pity not to show a smile on such a pretty face like yours. In this way, even that great first King will sigh for it."

Moran is still tirelessly saying.

The voice flowed into Lorelei's heart.

This statement is more attractive than any previous one, causing Lorelei to unconsciously recall the past—

The Barthomeloi have always been recognized as the head of the Twelve Lord families since ancient times.

It is also the nobility standing at the pinnacle of Britain.

The heads of the Barthomeloi only appear in front of others after they become formal magi.

Before that, they can only stay in the Barthomeloi mansion for closed education. Running outside with mediocre skills is regarded as the greatest shame by the Barthomeloi family, and it is irresponsible to the noble bloodline.

However, this also allows the Barthomeloi to immediately become the leader of a certain department once they enter the Mage's Association.

Lorelei grew up in this environment.

She receives the most rigorous education in all of Britain, and it would not be wrong to say it is cruel and inhumane.

From the moment she opens her eyes to the moment she closes them.

Every step is accompanied by two words, which are "etiquette." If you have to add two more words, it would be "rules."

What kind of clothes to wear, receive education in imperial studies, what kind of magecraft to learn, walking posture, sitting posture, eating and drinking...

Everything was like a ruthless adjustment to a machine.

She had been raised by her parents like this since she was a child.

She was never treated as a girl.

Before every meal, she had to offer prayers to the first king, without any mistakes or pauses.

After that, she had to pray, study, and recite the family history.

These two things were equally essential.

Most of her days were spent staring at magical texts and family epics that were several times taller than adults, and learning how to perform those complex rituals that could make one fall asleep.

If she didn't do something well.

The whippings from her parents were not light at all, compared to so-called gentle treatment of children.

Magi believed more in the spiciness of the flesh.

Lorelei remembered countless beatings from the cane.

Noble children don't get beaten?

This idea is a joke in the Barthomeloi family.

If it weren't for the sake of the nobility's dignity, her parents might even have used mystic codes against humans.

As long as she wasn't dead, she could continue practicing.

The Barthomeloi family had no affection.