Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 99 - : The Most Ancient Dragon is Britain

[Before going to meet King Uther]

[Merlin briefly explained the situation in Britain to you]

[Britain was now in the 5th century]

[The entire island was in chaos]

[It began with the collapse of the Roman Empire on the mainland]

[Britain, which had been under the protection of the Roman Empire, began to decline. The turmoil on the mainland brought new enemies to the island]

[For survival resources—food, clothing, shelter—in short, for land, the Saxon invaders crossed the sea and invaded Britain]

[Then, turning our gaze back to Britain]

[Britain was an island ruled by countless tribes]

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[And numerous kings]

[Although conflicts between tribes were constant, the war with the Picts in the north kept the kings united in cooperation]

[However, the appearance of one king shattered this unity—Vortigern, the Usurper King]

[Vortigern used the invading Saxons to proclaim his name, aiming to unify Britain]

[He was born of Britain]

[The White Dragon incarnate, destined to destroy Britain]

[Vortigern brought the Saxons]

[Dragging the entire island into the eye of a chaotic storm]

[Even the Roman-built fortress of Londinium was destroyed by Vortigern]

[Among the many kings]

[Uther Pendragon was recognized as the greatest. He united the kings to resist Vortigern and the Saxons]

[Now, the war still raged on]

[Famine, war, and disaster plagued the island of Britain]

[Everything seemed like the end of the world]

"Look, that's the Holy City of Camelot...

I've already informed King Uther. By now, he should be waiting for us in the castle."

Merlin pointed her staff toward the distant fortress.

The white chalk walls stood tall on the earth, as if silently rejecting all evil.

This was a feat impossible for humans alone.

"That wasn't built by humans, was it?"

"Hehe, of course not. Humans couldn't build such a city. Most of it was constructed by earth fairies. Isn't it magical, fantastical? In this age of fading mystery, only Britain can offer such sights."

Merlin, like a young lady stepping out of her boudoir.

Excitedly introduced the flora and fauna of Britain to Moran.

"With the war raging, Camelot has been repeatedly repaired amidst the destruction. Eighty percent of this castle wasn't built by humans—it was mostly the work of fairies."

"It's obvious. With famine and war spreading across Britain, humans couldn't possibly have the resources to build such a city. Internal exploitation without proper measures would only lead to rebellion. This island is already on the path to exhaustion.

To maintain stable rule in the future, only iron-fisted governance will work. But even that won't prevent its eventual downfall."

Moran quickly analyzed the situation.

Merlin, on the other hand, looked at him with curiosity. "I didn't expect you to have the makings of a king, Moran."

"...I've just seen more."

"True, you have Albion's records. After all, that's 4.6 billion years of information. Mmm, I'm so curious, Moran. Why don't you share that knowledge with me~!"

Merlin clung to Moran again.

Albion was like an endless treasure trove.

Every day Moran spent in the Tower of Avalon, he had to deal with two things.

The first was to guard against Merlin's desire for his body.

The second was to prevent Merlin from desiring his body.

The hedonistic Merlin longed to see more stories, and Albion's records held immense value for her.

Merlin's Clairvoyance could only see the present.

It couldn't see into the past.

"If I just gave it to you, wouldn't that be too cheap? I'm not planning to make such a loss-making deal."

"Onii-chan, please~!"

"Ugh... no selling cuteness!"

Moran had to face Merlin's advances every day.

It was like battling a succubus.

In every way, Merlin was more unique than any woman he'd encountered before. She appeared to be a delicate, pitiful young lady, but it was impossible to tell which side of her was real.

If he simply indulged this little devil.

He'd likely be played like a fool.

In the past, Moran could always sense the emotions of others. Even the emotionally low was no exception.

Only Merlin gave him this feeling.

Like an intan, dreamlike mist—elusive and unpredictable.

"So cold, I begged you like that."

"I'm only cold to you. I'm very gentle with everyone else."

"Huh? Only to me? That's so mean!"

Merlin puffed up her cheeks in protest, waving her staff as if to voice her objection.

[As you walked along the path into the city]

[You soon entered Camelot]

[With Merlin, the court magus, leading the way, you encountered no obstacles on your journey into the city]

[King Uther sat on the throne in the great hall]

"King Uther, the court magus Merlin has brought a guest~ He's a truly rare and valuable guest!"

Merlin's tone was casual and relaxed, as if she were strolling into a tavern.

The knights around her showed no surprise at her demeanor, clearly accustomed to her ways.

Their attention, however, was fixed on Moran.

"Is this Albion?"

[On the throne sat a middle-aged man]

[His gaze focused on you]

[After King Uther spoke, the knights around him visibly tensed, their reactions betraying their astonishment]

"The one and only, this is Albion, who has survived to this day.

Since ancient times, it has been said that Albion is synonymous with Britain. King Uther, I can vouch for this with my own credibility."

Merlin vouched for Moran.

The others in the room reacted with mixed expressions, unable to resist murmuring among themselves.

"The Dragon of Albion, who inhabited this island long before humans settled here... I never imagined you would still be alive on British soil."

King Uther could sense it just from the aura.

The sheer scale of the difference was overwhelming.

The name "Britain" itself was derived from Albion, and the people of the island believed the two were one and the same.

The most ancient dragon was Britain.