Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 115 - : The Holy Lance That Anchors the Planet

[This was the first time Moran had made Merlin feel such shame, and it wasn't the first time she had experienced this]

[Understanding that Merlin wasn't just acting out of mischief]

[But also had the intention of helping Artoria]

[However, her reckless and self-centered approach still earned her a spanking from Moran]

[Finally, when Merlin stood up again]

[She had to lean on her staff to steady herself]

[Her overly flushed face sparked wild imaginations, as if she had undergone something extreme]

"Ouch... that really hurt... you have no mercy for a lady..."

"And you call yourself a lady?"

Merlin smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress.

At some point, Moran had started using this humiliating punishment method on her.

As an emotionless dream demon.

She couldn't understand why she felt such shame whenever she recalled these experiences.

It was just too much!

"Even if your intentions were good, you should have discussed it with everyone!"

Moran glanced at Merlin, who was pouting.

He knew that the nature of phantasmal species was to act on impulse, and few of them knew how to restrain themselves.

Even someone as wise as Merlin.

At her core, she was still very reckless.

If it weren't for her desire to see an interesting story, she would never be bound by rules and regulations.

She would always do whatever amused her.

"Fine, I admit my mistake. How about I offer another big service? I can even get my hands on the Tower of Light."

"You mean Rhongomyniad?"

"Yes, yes! As Albion, you're familiar with it, right? The anchor of the world. A weapon of that caliber wouldn't be inferior to the holy sword forged by the planet."

Merlin smiled with great delight.

She rarely offered to help proactively.

[The rules of the Age of Gods had changed]

[The land of Britain was only holding on to the last remnants of its divine era, and the loosening of the Planet's Anchor was a necessary process]

[The reason why the Age of Gods still lingered in Britain]

[Was largely due to the Planet's Anchor]

"If you remove the Planet's Anchor, you know it will accelerate the decline of the Age of Gods in Britain, right?"

"Of course, Moran, you know it too. Even if I don't intervene, the fairies will eventually do it. The decline of the Age of Gods is something no one can stop, and it's inevitable. No matter how powerful the Planet's Anchor is, it can't hold together a tattered piece of cloth."

"—But at least not now."

Moran didn't deny the conclusion.

In his heart, he agreed with Merlin's words.

But if the Planet's Anchor were truly removed.

The decline of the Age of Gods would be unstoppable, and the rules of human order would change faster than ever.

He would face even greater pressure.

"I won't remove the Planet's Anchor."

"Eh, I'd prefer to remove it sooner. After all, it's going to be removed eventually. Vortigern is eyeing the Holy Lance, wanting to permanently anchor Britain in darkness."

Merlin was completely unfazed by the chaos.

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Everything she said was true.

"Everyone thinks killing Vortigern will solve everything, but you and I both know that's not the case. The lands on the edges of Britain are already barren, the trees are withering, and this year is another bad harvest. Next year will likely be the same."

"I have plans for after defeating Vortigern. Even if the island of Britain is doomed, the nation of Britain doesn't have to be. Merlin, I forbid you from bringing this up with Artoria."

Moran understood the importance of the Holy Lance.

But he knew his order was futile. Even if the Holy Lance stood tall on the land, it wouldn't make much difference.

Its radiance had already faded.

The remnants of the Age of Gods were already in tatters, and the Holy Lance was just one last straw away from collapsing.

"Got it~! I won't mention it.

Don't look at me with such suspicion! I've already promised you, I won't bring it up with Artoria!"

Merlin's eyes still sparkled with amusement.

She had indeed decided not to mention it to Artoria.

But if Artoria asked about it herself.

That would be a different story.

"These feudal lords and knights, they're all fighting to the death to drive out the invaders for a better, more luxurious life. But when they realize that even after defeating the enemy, things won't get better, that's when the real problem will erupt."

Moran looked up at the dark sky.

The dragon's intuition and foresight gave him a glimpse of the future.

Even after defeating the despicable Vortigern and the invading Saxons, the future he saw was still drenched in blood.

Blood irrigating the parched land.

[You knew that stopping Merlin from telling Artoria about this wouldn't change much]

[Someone would eventually choose to pull out the Holy Lance]

[But you wanted to stay in the mortal world as long as possible, not wanting the Age of Gods to decline so quickly]

[You still had many things to do]

[Although the holy sword was lost]

[After discussion, the Knights of the Round Table decided to keep it a secret and continue marching forward]

[You were already preparing to march on the enemy's city]

[If you retreated at this critical moment, it would undoubtedly lower morale, which was unacceptable]

[Advancing was the only option]

[You had no way to retreat]

[Of course, not everyone was tense. There were still a few who acted as if it didn't concern them]

[Kay and Merlin were typical examples]

[The former believed that even if Artoria didn't have the holy sword, the strongest dragon, you, were still in the team]

[He casually carved a wooden bird catching salmon]

[Completely unaffected by the situation]

[Gawain, Gareth, Agravain, and others, on the other hand, were pale with fear]

[They were on high alert at all times]

[If the enemy launched a surprise attack now, it would undoubtedly be a significant challenge for the troops]

[Artoria was no longer protected by the scabbard and the holy sword]

[Her life was at risk]

[If it weren't for Artoria's status, they might have insisted she ride the same horse as you]

[This was the first time the Knights of the Round Table were so tense]

[The culprit was Merlin]

[She was now happily traveling with you, enjoying the pale faces of those in the know]