Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 125 - : Jealous Artoria

Merlin lay on the desk in the office.

She didn't look like a proper court magus, more like a little demon who had wandered into the palace.

Her slender figure was charming.

Even more adorable and tempting than before.

"Artoria and I know this, and we're trying to get people to adopt new ways of living. It's currently being implemented."

"Eh, like accepting the blood of other races and planting foreign crops? That's a good idea, Artoria. It's indeed a method, but if I were to be a bit harsh, no matter what you choose, it won't make much difference in the end."

Merlin casually picked up a grape.

In the current Britain, where poverty and poor harvests were rampant, fruits were a luxury.

Artoria was rather indifferent to this.

She considered it an unnecessary expense.

Even the office was quite luxurious, with the desk polished to a mirror-like shine.

But, due to the enthusiasm of the knights.

This was their minimal request.

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If the representative King Arthur were to live in poverty, Britain would truly have no hope left.

At the very least, the king had to remain radiant.

That's what one of the knights said.

What was supporting all of Britain now was not so much the desperate supplies from Camelot, but rather the glory of King Arthur.

King Arthur was the people's main faith.

"Still not used to the office? You've been on the battlefield for too long, too frugal."

"Even you, Moran, are saying this to me!"

"As a king, enjoying luxury is also a duty. Besides guiding the subjects spiritually, you also have to make them subconsciously desire to pursue it. The king must embody this to the extreme and make people want to become like the king. Without this, the country would lack vitality."

Moran spoke like a mentor.

Completely taking over Merlin's original role.

She sat on the desk, swinging her fair legs, still looking carefree and happy.

Not a hint of a sense of crisis about losing her position.

"It's so contradictory. Britain is very poor now, and I want to use more of this luxury for the people, but I can't let myself lose my radiance and disappoint them."

"Well, you'll have to find the balance yourself. Agravain and Bedivere advised you as they did for their own reasons. Artoria, you're doing well as a king."

[You, as a king, offered advice]

[This was just giving Artoria a direction, whether she followed it or not didn't matter]

[In your eyes, this Britain——]

[If it were ruled by the you who once led Pelasgi, the result probably wouldn't be much better than Artoria's]

[King Arthur was facing a hellish difficulty]

[Back then, your invisible island had no famine, and the goddess's blessing ensured bountiful harvests every year]

[The situation Artoria faced now]

[Was the exact opposite of yours]

"I'll take your advice to heart and find the right balance. Having you by my side, Moran, is truly a good thing."

Artoria showed a bright smile.

Even now, she still saw herself as a student.

No matter what Moran said.

She would seriously think about it in her mind.

Even moments like this were stored in her treasure chest, the king's humility backed by trust in her lover.

Of course, because of this.

She could sometimes be too serious.

And end up being teased by Merlin.

"There's nothing wrong with enjoying life. Luxuries like the office aren't paid for by the people's sweat and blood. They were built by the fairies, and they didn't complain."

"Hmm, I heard the fairies fled to the fairy realm. Only the giants and monsters who hate humans remain on the island."

"Well, although they fled to the fairy realm, there's still a passageway to freely move between the two places. Moran and I travel between these two places through this method. The giants and monsters can't turn into spirits and can't find the passageway, so they're stuck on the surface, just like Albion."

[When the topic turned to you]

[Perhaps thinking about your body, or the last time you fought Vortigern]

[Artoria asked about your health again]

[Her beautiful face clouded with worry]

[Although you said it was nothing serious, she valued you as much as Britain]

"In any case, what we need now is time. The Picts in the north are about to surrender, and the Saxons are still sailing over from overseas. We still have to guard against the invasion of other races."

Moran brought the conversation back on track.

Only he knew the true state of his body.

The depletion of his origin didn't sound like much.

But it was as dangerous as the origin going out of control.

It was like Emiya Shirou in a certain timeline facing the origin going out of control, ending with his body being pierced by swords.

Gradually losing memory, senses, and self.

Although the cause of the illness was different, the symptoms would still appear in him.

Perhaps, outsiders couldn't tell.

That was thanks to the strength of the strongest dragon.

Even under the torment of his origin depleting, he could still maintain the same radiance as before.

This alone was something to be proud of.

"Currently, Bedivere and Tristan are guarding the south. With the current supplies, they should be able to hold out for another month."

"Eh? Those two? Tristan always has his eyes half-closed, looking like he's about to fall asleep. But with someone as serious and rigid as Bedivere around, there shouldn't be much of a problem."

"Merlin, you're the one who's insincere. If you could share more of the burden with Moran and me, instead of always trying to take Moran out to play, it would be better."

There was a hint of jealousy in Artoria's words.

Clearly sensing that something was off.

After Moran returned from Avalon this time, Merlin began to appear in Camelot much more frequently.

Every time she wanted to work on political affairs with Moran.

She would find Merlin clinging to him.

Although she knew that the two were both beings of fantasy, their relationship seemed much closer than before...