Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 141 - : The Rebellious Chaste Knight

[The demon boar turned to flee]

[But, in its pain and panic, it chose the wrong path]

[The direction it fled toward had another knight standing in its way, sword in hand]

"Father! It's coming your way!"

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[Mordred shouted]

[Her lips curved into a crescent moon-like smile, mocking the demon boar's foolish choice]

[That knight was an even greater threat than her]

[The demon boar charged toward the knight]

[However, Mordred couldn't help but frown, puzzled by the fact that you made no move to attack]

[As the demon boar closed in on you]

[Her heart felt as if it were being squeezed. She instinctively tightened her grip on her sword, ready to intercept the charging beast]

[—This was too unusual]

[Just as the sharp tusks were about to strike, a glint flashed in your otherwise silent eyes. Several afterimages appeared before you]

[The dignity of a dragon could not be challenged]

[Even if it was just instinct]

[Like a watermelon sliced into pieces, the demon boar was torn apart without even a chance to scream]

[Blood poured out in torrents]

[The demon boar was slain in a single strike]

"Father! I knew a mere demon boar couldn't harm you! You really scared me for a moment there!"

Mordred rushed to Moran's side.

Her concern was still evident.

"Don't overthink it. I was just lost in thought earlier. But for a magical beast to come out of the forest, it seems even they are running out of food..."

"We can't let the magical beast's meat go to waste! Let's distribute some to the farmers. It'll help compensate for their losses."

[You nodded in agreement with Mordred]

[Some locals had been killed by the magical beast, and others had their crops destroyed. Distributing some meat as compensation was the right thing to do]

[Britain's calamity was gradually returning]

[Similar situations were occurring all over, as if heralding the return of the dark ages]

[Meanwhile, Mordred couldn't shake her unease]

[She had noticed something unusual during the battle]

[You always dealt with your opponents with ease, delivering precise and efficient strikes]

[But when dealing with the demon boar]

[You had struck multiple times unnecessarily]

[And most of the force had been excessive]

[It was as if you only realized the demon boar's presence when it was right in front of you. She had that feeling]

[On the way back, Mordred couldn't ignore the sense of dissonance]

[She didn't confront you directly but instead chose a more knightly approach to confirm her suspicions—a sparring match with you]

[You didn't find anything unusual]

[Mordred often exchanged swords with you. Such interactions between father and daughter were perfectly normal]

[The clash of steel echoed repeatedly]

[With the final heavy clash, the sword was sent spinning into the air]

[Eventually, it landed on the ground]

"Hmm... Mordred, your swordsmanship has improved so quickly. It seems even I'm no match for you now..."

"Father... my lord..."

[Mordred clenched her fists and lowered her head]

[She knew this wasn't the case]

[She should have noticed the anomaly earlier, but she had deliberately ignored it. Now, she could no longer suppress it]

[It wasn't that she had grown stronger]

"Well, I've thought about this day coming, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon."

"No... I'm not that strong..."

"Don't look so sad. It's rare for you to take off your helmet. Your beautiful face looks best when you're smiling. The little girl from before has grown up now."

Moran gently caressed Mordred's face.

His expression was full of tenderness.

[You knew it wasn't that Mordred had grown stronger]

[Rather, it was that you had weakened]

[Having stayed in the mortal world for over a decade, your memories had begun to fade in various ways, and your senses had long since dulled]

[Now, even your strength was waning]

[Every breath was accompanied by pain, and your body was constantly under immense pressure]

[Looking at Mordred's admiring gaze]

[You always thought you could hold on a little longer, at least not appear too pitiful in front of your daughter]

[And then there were Guinevere and Artoria]

[Their insight was no less sharp]

[You had tried your best to hide it from them, but now Mordred had challenged you]

[There was no way to avoid it anymore]

[When Mordred knocked the sword from your hand, your emotions were both complex and poignant]

"Father... my lord... are you sick?!"

"Sick? Sort of... It's an incurable illness, troublesome in every way... Mordred, I hope you can let go..."

"Let go? No! There's no such thing as an incurable illness! There must be a way, Father! How can you give up?!"

[Mordred was extremely agitated]

[For the first time, she disobeyed your words, firmly opposing your decision]

[She said she would save you no matter what]

[Even if it meant sacrificing her own life, she would do so without hesitation to keep you alive]

[But there was no such option]

"Silly child, how do you know I'm not trying? I've been trying for a long time. I've never given up. This has always been my choice, the fate I set for myself."

"Fate... I won't accept it! Why should Father have to suffer like this?

Even if Father gives up, I won't! No matter what, I'll make sure you live!"

Mordred angrily rode off on her horse.

Like a daughter who had quarreled with her father, she refused to listen to any of Moran's advice.

[You understood Mordred's anger]

[Her happiness was likely tied to living with you]

[From the moment you decided to walk this path, you had never regretted your choice]

[All things must come to an end and face death]

[The happiness you desired was for your loved ones to be happy]

[You didn't necessarily have to be part of that happiness]

[Even if you hadn't realized it before, you now understood that you were the price to be paid for their happiness]

[No matter what, it would end]

[But at least you could leave something meaningful behind]