Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 167 - : The Aftermath of the Dream Demon

[Fragrant and beautiful flowers bloom in the secluded valley]

[Like a funeral dedicated to the last dragon, bidding farewell to this one who once displayed miracles]

[Such a being should not fall into the mire]

[There should be a fitting conclusion]

[The man sleeps with a peaceful and happy smile]

[Surrounding him this time is not the stench of black mud, but a fragrant sea of beautiful flowers, turning the once lifeless valley into a secret paradise]

[The Dream Demon stands before the departed man]

[Her expression unreadable]

"...What a carefree man... In the end... I still regret..."

Merlin gazed at Moran's peaceful appearance as he passed away.

A wave of sorrow surged in her heart.

[Surely this feeling will dissipate by tomorrow, but the regret in her chest will always remain]

[Without a doubt, this is her punishment]

[From now on, she will never see the continuation of the man's story, and it is only natural to close this book]

[But why does she feel so reluctant?]

[Merlin quickly answered this question for herself]

[From the very beginning, she intervened with the mindset of watching a story, but in the end, she became intoxicated with the stage and became a part of it]

[She had long since immersed herself in the story]

[At this moment, although she held feelings of reluctance in her heart, the essence of this hazy emotion was actually love]

[The Dream Demon understood in an instant]

[The next second, she felt bitterness]

[This is not an emotion the Dream Demon can possess; even if she understands, it will burn out by tomorrow. Then, she will forget the joy of holding this emotion; this is her nature]

[From the beginning, this was wrong]

"..."

Merlin looked at the man's defenseless, peaceful face.

If one did not understand the beginning and end of things.

They would simply think the man was just asleep, completely unable to see that he was once the ancient dragon who saved a nation.

Nor could they see how brilliant he once was.

Here, there was only an extremely peaceful person who had passed away, a man who had once strived for happiness.

A very ordinary and pure person.

[With every step closer, her heart trembled]

[Only at this moment did the love that emerged turn into hot tears, gently sliding down her cheeks along the contours of her face]

[——It's okay]

[This love will never have an ending]

[These tears will never dry up]

[The Dream Demon's gem-like beautiful eyes glistened with tears as she slowly reached out to touch the face of the departed man]

[Offering him her moist lips]

[Feeling the coldness she touched at this moment]

[Once again painfully realizing the fact that he had already passed away, her heart felt as if it had been pierced once more]

[Since meeting him, the Dream Demon had lost count of how many times her heart had been shaken, and she did not know how much she had changed from her true self]

[The sky soon brightened]

[That was the moment of parting between the Dream Demon and him]

[——She did not want to see the man suffer anymore]

[——She did not want him to see her weakness]

[So——the Dream Demon chose to deeply imprint his peaceful and happy face in her eyes, remembering this scene]

"Farewell, pure knight. Moran.

The only man I have ever loved——farewell."

The Dream Demon's tears fell once more.

Like pearls, the tears dropped onto the man's face.

As if revealing her own reluctance.

The Dream Demon once again gently kissed the man's lips.

[The sea of flowers will forever remain in the secluded valley]

[Accompanying the love buried here with the Dream Demon]

[The land of the end of the divine age. Britain]

[——Simulation Ended]

Merlin returned to Avalon.

This workshop woven with ideals within the planet.

The regret in her heart had never been forgotten.

Merlin chose to punish herself by no longer easily interfering with the world, and afterward, another witch, dissatisfied with her mistakes, also used magecraft to imprison her here.

"Ah, this is my own doing. However, if it's a punishment, Morgan's level isn't enough—"

Merlin sat in the high tower, surveying her surroundings.

The gray stone walls surrounding her were very sturdy, but there was not a hint of delicacy to them.

In simple terms, they were not beautiful at all.

It was clear that the caster who wove this cage was not skilled in detailed work; even the means of casting the spell were quite violent, suggesting they had approached her with resentment from the start.

"Ah, let me add a little something."

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Merlin picked up the staff leaning against her shoulder and tapped the ground.

Tap, the ground made a soft sound.

In an instant—like waves, vivid colors changed the pattern of the stone walls. The chaotic stone walls transformed into a seamless black iron wall.

The structure became even more solid, turning into a barrier that would not be released even at the end of the world. There were no doors that could serve as an exit, completely isolating the central platform from the outside world.

Now she truly couldn't go anywhere.

As a being that had already completely detached from the world, she was now entirely cut off from the outside. Like a forgotten dream, she would not be called by anyone, nor would she meet death.

Merlin simply chose to be alone here, living to witness the path of her own sins.

She would no longer actively step into reality.

That experience in Britain was a warning to her .

Merlin felt that this was enough.

If the mixed blood between dragons and humans was filled with sin, then the dream demons and human children were also a mistake.

It was precisely because she was a half-hearted human that things became so strange. She really wanted to complain a bit.

If she were completely born as a dream demon.

Then she wouldn't have such feelings.

But it wasn't entirely a bad thing.

It was because she had the position of being human and the human body that the dream demon obtained her own values.

Since dream demons are parasitic beings that rely on the mental activities of sentient beings, they do not have a sustainable value system. The dream demon's aesthetic and sentimentality change with the things they parasitize.

So, this is also an interesting way to exist.

"Well, this should be enough. I wonder what that guy Moran would say about me. But no matter what, he's already dead. Artoria and the others have established a nation in the Inner Sea of the Planet. The Britons who went to the Inner Sea of the Planet survived, while those who remained on the surface have perished.

Afterward, that land will probably be taken over by the Saxons or the Romans, but well, that's none of my business..."

Merlin sat quietly in the high tower.

She leaned against the white railing and spoke slowly.

As if narrating to a lover who had long since returned to the heavens, telling the story of what happened in this world after his death.