Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 101 - : The Fairy Princess Trapped in a Cage

[You chose to save Britain]

[Carrying on Albion's dying wish, you decided to save this island of the end in your own way]

[King Uther was deeply grateful for your decision]

[As a result, you were treated as a guest of honor in the Holy City of Camelot, receiving the highest level of hospitality]

[Few on the island knew your true identity]

[King Uther chose to keep it a secret, as Albion was undoubtedly a powerful weapon]

[The most ancient, purest dragon]

[Even Vortigern, the incarnation of the white dragon, was merely a manifestation of the island's consciousness, not a pure dragon in essence]

[Albion was entirely different]

[You were a being born from the planet itself, occupying the top of the biological hierarchy]

[The Age of Gods had reached its end]

[In the blurred records, there were countless traces of your kin, who had long since migrated to the Inner Sea of the Planet]

[You were the last pure-blooded dragon in the world]

[Although there are still gaps leading to the Inner Sea of the Planet, it is likely that these cracks will not last much longer]

[They will soon close]

[At that time, it will mark the end of mystery in Britain]

[The war between Uther and Vortigern continues]

[The former knows that destruction is inevitable]

[You will not intervene in their conflict, as the hope is placed on the next king of Britain]

[Not the current King Uther]

[Staying in Camelot no longer holds any meaning]

[You left Camelot and began to travel across the island, which was plagued by war and famine, witnessing the once-prosperous Britain decline like an old man on his deathbed]

[A sigh escaped your heart]

[Foreign invaders from outside the island plundered and ravaged, and as you witnessed this, you unsurprisingly drew your sword]

[Letting the blood of the marauders irrigate the parched soil]

[Though it was merely a small act during your journey, the people of Britain began to sing praises of a pure knight]

[He had a flawless and divine appearance]

[His strength rivaled that of a dragon capable of toppling mountains, his speed like an untamable gale]

[He protected the weak, he resisted tyranny]

[He fought for those who were defenseless]

[The island of Britain was not so large, and soon the various kings and invaders learned of this pure knight]

[No warrior could match him]

[With your inhuman strength, you fought against human atrocities]

[To the people of Britain, who were living in dire straits, you were undoubtedly a precious gem—a pure knight]

[This was their fortune]

[As you traveled across Britain]

[You personally experienced the current state of the island]

[It was as chaotic and lawless as you had imagined]

[You constantly felt the energy draining from your body, knowing that you could not remain active on the surface of the planet for long]

[Every time you spent some time in activity]

[You had to enter hibernation or return to Avalon]

[Even in this land at the end of the Age of Gods]

[As Albion, your mass of mystery was too vast, almost bearing the same level of pressure as the island of Britain itself]

[The rules of the world were rejecting you]

[Even a single breath from a dragon was pure magical energy]

[Every moment you spent in Britain]

[Was a torment for this body, like a human living without air]

[But you could endure this pain]

[Compared to Albion's intense obsession, mere suffering was incomparable]

[The pride of the last dragon]

[Would never be inferior to the foundation of human order]

[You arrived at Tintagel]

[Tintagel was no different from other fortresses in Britain, but one place caught your attention]

[It was a castle within the city]

[Dragons possessed a special kind of future sight, akin to intuition]

[When you gazed at this castle]

[Your heart stirred, a sensation you had not felt during your entire journey]

[Following the guidance of your intuition]

[You stepped into the castle]

"Magecraft?"

The moment Moran entered the castle, he sensed it.

Something like a transparent magical net covered him.

This was not an attack.

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It was more like a detection spell, akin to a radar.

"A spell that can track my movements... It seems there's a great magus in this castle..."

Moran's lips curled into a slight smile.

He continued to advance deeper into the castle.

[The detection spell had no effect]

[Dragons were the most powerful phantasmal species on the planet, and you stood at the top of this hierarchy]

[Ordinary detection magecraft]

[Could not bypass your innate magic resistance]

[As you ventured deeper into the castle, you met the lady who had cast the spell and set up the barrier]

[She had soft, golden hair]

[Her figure was tall and slender, her face as delicate as an angel's, more pure than anything else]

[She was a serene and intellectual beauty]

[At this moment, she was looking at you with curiosity]

"How strange, my spell doesn't work on you. It's as if it's being repelled before it even touches you. This is the first time I've encountered something like this... Hmm... You're not human, are you?"

The woman held a staff as she spoke.

She gave off a feeling similar to Merlin's.

Moran smiled wryly. "Ordinary magecraft has no effect on me. But you're right, I'm not human."

"Hehe, just as I thought!"

[The woman smiled brightly]

[You explained to her the reason for entering the castle and your identity as a dragon]

[As a courtesy, she introduced herself]

"—Morgan le Fay Pendragon.

That is my name. I am the daughter of King Uther and Igraine. Dragons are rare in Britain now. This is my first time meeting one."

[Before Morgan introduced herself]

[You had already guessed her identity]

[With her dazzling golden hair and the iconic "ahoge" that was almost a symbol in the Moon World]

[It was impossible not to guess]

[At this time, King Arthur (Artoria) was still a child, and it was impossible for her to be this mature during Uther's reign]

[Only one person fit this description]

[That was the witch, Morgan]

[Although Morgan was the child of Uther and Igraine, she also had another identity]

[She was the child of Britain]

[Morgan was a fairy born through Igraine's body, conceived in a human manner]

[She was beloved by the island from birth]

[Morgan did not reject your arrival]

[Aside from a few servants, there were hardly any others in this castle]

[It was essentially her home]

[She did not speak much of Uther and Igraine]

"My relationship with my father and mother is more distant than that of ordinary parents and children. Perhaps it's because I'm a fairy."

Morgan looked slightly melancholic as she spoke of the past.

Though she was a fairy born through Igraine, she was still their child.

To be treated so coldly by her parents.

It must have been painful for her as a child.

"My past isn't particularly remarkable, so there's not much to talk about. I know dragons have a unique form of future sight, but encountering it like this is truly fascinating. If you don't mind, could you continue talking with me?"

Morgan's attitude was positive and optimistic.

Despite being neglected by her parents and struggling to connect with humans due to her non-human nature—

She still faced life this way.

["I came to this castle to resolve the unknown... I have time to chat with the princess."]

[Through light and casual conversation]

[You truly came to understand the girl named Morgan]

[She was a well-educated young lady who had never seen the outside world]

[Shunned by humans due to her fairy blood]

[And neglected by her parents because of it]

[Yet, the island of Britain still cherished her]

[The island's mysteries opened themselves to this fairy princess, and unable to find acceptance from her parents or humans, she turned her gaze to the mysteries]

[Though it was akin to escapism]

[It was nothing to be ashamed of]

[One cannot choose their birth]

[As a fairy, she had taught herself many spells]

[As a princess, she was secretly a girl who longed for adventure and the open fields]

[She had a thirst for knowledge, a fondness for the unknown and unpredictable... and an extraordinary confidence, choosing to see things through to the end]

[Compared to the cruel and ruthless Morgan of history]

[She was almost a different person]

[Perhaps this was the true nature of the girl named Morgan]

[She was simply this kind of girl]

[For you, a dragon, she even brewed a delicious cup of tea and chatted with you enthusiastically]

[Unable to be accepted by humans]

[Yet getting along so well with you, another non-human]

[It was both amusing and bittersweet]

[It seemed that Morgan still held some hope in her heart]

[Regarding her parents and the humans on the island]

[You clearly remember from the records of the Moon World that Morgan's transformation occurred after Artoria became king]

[She was not recognized by her parents, nor accepted by the world]

[Even though she was the one blessed by the mysteries of Britain, she should have been the one to become the king of Britain]

[You could imagine the emotions that would arise in Morgan]

[The higher the expectations she held for others]

[The greater the hatred would grow when she was rejected. Love could turn to hatred in an instant]

[However, King Uther wanted a king of humans]

[He did not need a king of the land]

[The expectations Morgan held for her parents were something that never existed from the start. Her desires would never be fulfilled]

[You stayed in Tintagel for several days]

[During this time, you remained in Morgan's castle]

[Sharing knowledge of magecraft with her, telling her about the breathtaking beauty of the planet over its 4.6 billion years of existence—]

[It was a very relaxing time]

[Though it was only a few days, during this period, Morgan's face was always adorned with a cheerful smile]

[The rejection from the world, the neglect from her parents]

[Seemed to be forgotten]

"Moran, this island has been crying since the day I was born. The gloom that covers it has yet to dissipate. People weep and lament in the darkness, and everything is heading in a bad direction..."

Morgan lay on the open grass outside the city.

She reached her hand toward the dark, oppressive sky, as if trying to replace this sorrowful scene.

"In the past, Britain wasn't like this."

"...It wasn't like this?"

Moran sat beside Morgan and spoke.

He had read the distant records of Albion, which contained the scenery of Britain during the peak of the Age of Gods.

As Moran read these memories.

He could feel Albion's emotions and love for this land.

[You described these memories to Morgan]

[Listening, Morgan seemed to immerse herself in them, sharing in Albion's feelings for its homeland]

"If only I could see it.

I don't like Britain as it is now. Even if it's just a little, I want to recreate it... to see the past scenery of Britain that you've described, Moran."

Morgan spoke with deep longing.

As a fairy who inherited the mysteries of the island of Britain, she cared more about Britain than anyone else.

Moran looked at Morgan's expectant face.

And the hidden sorrow in her beautiful eyes.

Although the two of them had been getting along well these past few days, she still couldn't forget the reality of the situation.

No matter how much she avoided it, she couldn't escape.

Eventually, she would have to face the things that brought her unhappiness.

"...You can see it."

"What?"

"Morgan, that scenery can be seen. Do you want to see it?"

Moran gazed at the dark, cloudy sky.

At the same time, he felt the dwindling magical energy within him.

Confident that he still had enough to indulge in this one last act.

"Moran... what do you mean?"

"Didn't you want to see the past scenery of Britain? I can take you to see it. The scenery that even Albion once marveled at—it still exists in Britain!"

Moran stood up and extended his hand to Morgan.

Like a pure knight inviting the fairy princess to step out of her dark cage and into the dazzling blue sky.

His face was adorned with a radiant smile.

Washing away the darkness that lingered in Morgan's heart.