Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 163 - : Takeoff, Farewell

"Liya, did you notice?"

"—Ah, I noticed."

As Artoria spoke, tears streamed down her face.

Her pursed lips seemed to say that it would have been better if she hadn't noticed.

Such words—if only this happy time, this day when no one gets hurt, could last forever.

"Ah, I can't hide it from you all... I was thinking that if I could hold on and lift my spirits at the end, it would ease your worries. But in the end, I still couldn't do it."

"—Hmm, it did ease our worries a lot, but you seem much more spirited than before, which scares me. I'm more afraid of you leaving. Although it sounds a bit ridiculous, if it's such happiness, I should have just chosen to ignore those places..."

"Sorry, I'm not a good actor."

Moran's gaze was filled with regret.

The reason he appeared so spirited in the final moments stemmed from his deep-seated reluctance.

Not just for Artoria and the others.

He longed to continue this ordinary life.

His chest was filled with remorse and regret.

Imagining a future where he could cross the starry sea with Artoria and the others, leaving behind countless warm memories.

A time without sadness, so similar to the present.

—This dream is too blissful.

He understood better than anyone that this was just a dream.

"Moran, you always do this. You're used to letting go of trivial matters while holding tightly to what you truly care about. Perhaps that's also your strength."

[Guinevere wanted to show a bright smile]

[Watching her beloved on the last journey]

[However, she found it more difficult than she expected, her fingertips and eyelids trembling rebelliously]

[Tears overflowed from her eyes without her realizing it]

[Even so, she still tried to wipe away her tears, wanting to leave you with the most beautiful memory in the end]

"Must it... be this way...~?"

Mordred also held back her sorrow.

She lowered her head and asked Moran.

"Hmm, I thought a lot... To ensure your survival, a miracle of equal measure is needed. I have gained so much because of you, so I must repay it."

"—I don't need it, I don't need it. Compare to that, for me! Father, you are irreplaceable..."

"Mordred..."

Moran felt the small figure tightly embrace him.

All the reluctance and love she held were conveyed, filled with hope that he would stay.

Merlin cast a spell to give them a brief moment.

They obtained a space where they could be alone for a while.

The past few days were filled with laughter and hope.

Basically, they were in constant repetition.

Thinking of Artoria, who joyfully spoke of future visions, and Mordred and Guinevere, who looked towards the future with hope.

There was nothing to dislike or be sad about.

Just a simple wish for a world that was ordinary, without sadness, shining with such brilliance.

This is, such an ordinary thing.

The past, mundane and boring daily life was a treasure, something worth cherishing for him.

"The future is beautiful. So, I want you to have the chance to see it... I believe that from now on, your stories will be etched in the Inner Inner Sea of the Planet. Mordred, can you continue to move forward? What's your answer?"

"...Hmm."

[Mordred nodded with a sob]

[She had long been prepared for this moment, knowing that she had been acting willfully before]

[Wanting to say she hoped he wouldn't do this]

[But if this is the dream you desire, then she absolutely cannot choose to take your place]

"...Good child."

Moran gently caressed Mordred's cheek.

Finally, he kissed her forehead.

Gradually, he intended to loosen the hands of his beloved, as if opening a closed birdcage.

Allowing the dragon to take flight in this underground sky.

The man radiated true ether under the gaze of the women, feeling the familiar pain return.

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His thoughts could not operate in a human way.

Of course, this fact was not entirely a bad thing for him.

What resided within him was Albion's final wish and a vision of a new future.

[The knights and soldiers looked serious]

[Knowing that there was a knight who had been noble from the past to the present]

[Now, he offered his life for the future of humanity]

[The Round Table knights understood that they had to exchange the dragon's heart to gain the possibility of a future]

[For the noble ones, this was filled with sorrow]

[Several knights were unwilling to make the choice]

[Because harming their comrades to gain happiness was not an honorable act for them]

[What kind of knight would harm their companions?]

[This goes against the original intention of the knights embarking on the expedition]

[They would not choose to betray their comrades in this process]

[And they believed that the king would not do so either]

[The truth is, neither side chose to betray; rather, it was the dragon who chose to offer its heart]

[The knights were too idealistic and romantic]

[Which of the knights who followed Artoria on the expedition did not believe in the light of the king? Which of them did not harbor romance and dreams?]

[The dragon made a decision for itself]

[But the knights are still shrouded in sentimentality]

[Compared to the dragon knights who are about to take flight, their glory and brilliance are hardly worth mentioning]

[In comparison, they only pale in significance]

[Countless knights have already grasped their swords with both hands, offering solemnity and reverence to this national protector dragon without being instructed by others]

[Gawain and Lancelot are incredibly serious]

[Unwilling to tarnish the noble and pure will of their friends before them]

[Percival covers his face and sheds hot tears]

[Tristan plays a farewell song of remembrance]

[No matter when, the last dragon will reside in their chests, even when they reach that Inner Sea of the Planet]

[Indeed, a group of lovely people]

[Also a group of dreamlike individuals that evoke nostalgia]

The true ether flows out, forming the steel body of the dragon, the dragon that once created miracles in Britain reappears.

Undoubtedly, the aurora of Moran is incredibly dazzling.

But this cannot cover up one fact.

At this moment, transformed into a dragon, he is infinitely close to his essence—that collection of dying cells scattered from the dragon's corpse.

That is, to pierce through the Inner Sea of the Planet.

The terminal device known as the dragon of the realm...