Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 142 - : I Will Destroy Britain

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[You wanted Mordred to understand]

[Death itself wasn't something to fear. Life and death were natural for all things]

[So, to avoid falling into emptiness]

[One must use the happiness gained in life to fight against it. That way, even when death comes, one can face it with a smile]

"It's a pity... You've been by my side for too short a time. I still haven't been able to teach you this lesson..."

Moran sighed as he looked at the darkening sky.

A continuous downpour of rain fell.

"In any era, or in any lostbelt... Dragons that fail to return to the Inner Sea of the Planet will only meet a tragic end."

The dragon's sigh was drowned out by the sound of the rain.

He spoke as the last dragon, stating a fact.

Any dragon that defied the planet's rules and forcibly remained on the surface would meet a grim fate.

[Your clairvoyance was still active]

[You still saw Britain consumed by war, and the corpses strewn across the hills]

[If nothing was done]

[Such a future would surely come to pass]

[However, this time you saw more than that. You also saw the figure of the rebellious knight, wielding her rebellious sword]

"That fool... She's really going too far..."

Moran shook his head with a bitter smile.

Mordred would sacrifice everything for him.

It was hard to predict what she would do.

However, the future shown by clairvoyance wasn't set in stone. There was still a way to change it.

"This is the only way left. To save Britain, I must create a miracle worthy of it."

[You turned and used magecraft to leave the wilderness]

[Meanwhile, Mordred galloped on her horse, her mind in turmoil]

[She had only one thought]

[To keep her father by her side. She couldn't imagine a life without his radiant light]

[Originally, she was just like a little girl]

[Following behind him, gazing at his broad and dazzling back, her heart was filled with contentment. Now, realizing the possibility of losing him, her heart felt as if a dragon was roaring within her]

[For Mordred]

[Her father was as important as God]

[The deeper and more intense this love was, the hotter it burned, enough to consume everything in the world]

[She could no longer just be the little girl following her father]

[She couldn't live according to his expectations]

[Because nothing was more important than keeping him alive in this world]

[This reluctance, this madness]

[Even in terms of familial love, it was too twisted. She knew the shameful nature of these feelings]

[No matter how it changed]

[What she had to do wouldn't change]

[Mordred pondered where to start]

[The first person she thought of was someone who knew everything and could offer help—]

"So this is why you came to me? Mordred."

[Morgan sat on the throne in the castle's grand hall]

[Her pale blue eyes were as deep as the starry sky, revealing no emotion]

Mordred paid her respects to Morgan.

Although she had been by Moran's side ever since they reunited, helping the Round Table to the best of her ability,

She hadn't forgotten Morgan.

Like Gawain and the others, she still made time to visit Morgan.

"Mother, you've always known about Father's condition, haven't you? What's wrong with Father? He said he's sick, but how could the Guardian Dragon of Britain be tormented by illness?!"

"Hmph, hmph hmph—haha, hahaha—That's what he told you, huh... Such a fitting explanation for his character..."

Morgan couldn't help but laugh.

It wasn't a laugh at Mordred's ignorance, but at the man's stubborn desire to save everything.

"Mother...?"

"Mordred, he's not being tormented by illness. He chose to try to protect Britain, and in doing so, he walked into a dead end. He hasn't given up yet, and that determination is indeed dazzling. There's no one in the world more stubborn or foolish than him. You'd do well not to follow his example."

Morgan's words were laced with resentment.

"What do you mean?"

[Mordred was still confused]

[Then, Morgan calmed down. After a moment of thought, she explained everything to Mordred]

[Why the last dragon's light had faded]

[And why Britain was destined to fall]

[Mordred learned the truth]

[In that instant, she was consumed by anger]

[—An anger directed at all things pure and untainted]

[At that moment, she felt an overwhelming rage toward the entire island of Britain and the human order. A desire to destroy everything welled up within her]

"See, what's causing your father's suffering. Is this world, even the human order. But in the end, if Moran could have compromised a little, it wouldn't have come to this. He wanted to protect too much..."

Morgan couldn't help but feel sorrow.

It was precisely because Moran desired happiness more than anyone that he had reached out to her without hesitation.

Even to a witch, he still offered his light.

And it was for this reason that Morgan had fallen in love with Moran.

"Mother... haven't you discussed this with Father...?"

"How could I not? Do you think your father would stop just because of my words? You've seen how unfaithful he is."

"..."

Mordred didn't deny it.

She had vaguely sensed the ambiguous relationships between Morgan, Artoria, and even Guinevere.

In the past, she had deliberately ignored this.

It was the only flaw in the aurora.

"It's almost laughable. Artoria became king, seeking a way to save Britain from destruction, hoping to ease Moran's suffering. She didn't realize the root of the problem. As long as human history continues to cycle, the fantasies of the surface world will eventually fade.

If we use magecraft, although it would cause your father to lose most of his functions, I'm confident I can keep him alive. There's only one obstacle."

Morgan gazed deeply at Mordred.

She had anticipated this step years ago when she took Mordred to witness the knights' pilgrimage.

If she truly wanted to target the Round Table, it would be a single, fatal blow.

"Mordred, what is your choice?

Now that you've seen all this, what do you think? Give me an answer here."

"I..."

Mordred raised her head.

Looking at Morgan's cold, beautiful face, she had already decided what she would do—

"I will destroy Britain!"