Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 113 - : You Want Too Much

"Hmph, even if Moran thinks I'm despicable and evil, it doesn't matter. I won't change my mind. I will never accept Artoria as the king of Britain!"

[Morgan's expression was calm and cold]

[Just like when we first met, when I was alone in my chambers, cold and distant]

[—These are all illusions]

"Surprised? Disappointed? I, Morgan le Fay, am such a twisted and evil witch. Even now, Moran, you—"

"Morgan, stop."

Moran interrupted Morgan.

His gaze remained unchanged from the beginning.

Even after witnessing the evil side of the witch, he still treated her with the same attitude as before.

"If you were truly such a witch, there would be no need to deliberately reveal yourself to me like this, nor would you have sent Gawain and the others. You could have used much more ruthless methods.

In my eyes, you haven't changed. Don't tell me you're an evil, twisted witch. I won't see you that way."

Moran spoke bluntly, pointing directly to the truth.

He shattered the facade of evil that Morgan had put up.

As if pained by her actions, he still stubbornly believed in her.

If it were anyone other than Moran, they would simply think Morgan was a despicable witch.

Someone who stubbornly trusted her like this.

Perhaps, in all of Britain, he was the only one.

"...You still believe in me... even now."

"Yes, even if others don't, I will. The Morgan le Fay I know is not a woman who would stop at nothing to achieve her goals."

Moran's gaze was utterly sincere.

Even the eyes of a fairy could find no flaw in it, pure like a gemstone unparalleled in the world.

This radiance was the same as before.

Even though the world had become so tainted, and the entire island was plunged into darkness and chaos.

He still shone so brightly.

"..."

After a brief silence, a creaking sound echoed.

Accompanied by the faint grinding of teeth, Morgan instantly lost the cold expression she had maintained.

She looked troubled and dejected.

As if saying she couldn't keep up the act any longer.

"You're always like this... If it weren't for you believing in me... if it weren't for you staying by my side... I could have become a much more ruthless and evil witch! More cruel and heartless...!"

Morgan gritted her teeth and spoke with frustration.

[The truth was exactly as you thought]

[At this moment, she was forcing herself to wear the cold, evil mask of a witch, just to make you despise and distance yourself from her]

[Because she knew one thing]

[Since the day she first met Moran in this castle, she had gained one of the few auroras in her life]

[No matter when, no matter how dark or low she felt]

[It could always warm and illuminate her]

[Even if the world rejected and misunderstood her, as long as she remembered the warmth she felt on the dragon's back that day]

[She would still turn her heart toward the light]

[If she wanted to become the ruler of Britain in this state, the emotions in her heart were undoubtedly unnecessary]

[She had to be more cruel, cold, and ruthless]

[To become more like a witch]

[The girl realized that the aurora she cherished in her heart was actually the biggest obstacle to taking this step]

[That's why she belittled herself like this]

[Wanting to abandon the only light and completely plunge herself into darkness—]

[Every time she wanted to cruelly take revenge on Artoria, she couldn't bring herself to betray your trust]

[So, she could only slander herself in front of you]

[If she could make you abandon this trust, she felt she might truly transform into a witch]

[However, she still failed]

"I can't stand you belittling yourself like this. I could never believe that you are evil. The way you are now is not the way a villain should be."

[Listening to the man's sincere words]

[Her heart felt the same warmth as before]

[At the same time, she couldn't help but sigh]

[Even though she had decided to plunge into darkness without hesitation, she couldn't bring herself to abandon her attachment to that warmth]

"—I'm so useless. Being so indecisive, I'm not even qualified to be a witch..."

Morgan laughed at herself mockingly.

[Even now, she still feels joy from your trust]

[Recalling the time she sent Gawain and the others]

[If she didn't act in a way that aligned with her position, it would be like handing Britain over to Artoria]

[She couldn't accept that]

[That's why her actions weren't thorough]

"If it weren't for you, Moran, I could have taken revenge on Artoria without hesitation. I hate her for having everything, yet I can't become a witch consumed by hatred and revenge—who is it that made me this way?"

Morgan's gaze slowly turned to Moran.

The resentment in her eyes burned fiercely.

"Well... although Artoria has a lot, you also have things she doesn't. At the very least, I've never shown her the miracle that belonged only to you."

"—You really are."

Morgan's heart softened.

She wanted to vent her resentment at the man before her.

She had something that Artoria didn't, something Artoria would surely crave.

She vaguely felt that she had won.

And even felt joy simply because of this.

"You're such a greedy man. I'll never get along with Artoria, no matter what."

"Hahaha, nothing is absolute..."

"Hmph, you're welcome to try."

Morgan's pale blue eyes shot out a cold light.

Like an unshakable, icy fortress.

[But you didn't choose to avoid it]

[From the very beginning, you chose to have both. In fact, that's just the kind of person you've always been]

[Whether it's Morgan or Artoria]

[You genuinely love them both]

[You can't arbitrarily tip the scales in favor of either one, so you've been enduring pain for both of them, traveling across Britain]

[Every time, you push yourself until your body can't take it anymore]

[Finally resting in Avalon]

[You don't know how long this can last, but you can't accept having to choose between the two]

[Why should you have to give up one happiness]

[Just to gain another?]

[You've never been able to accept such compromises]

[If you could accept such things]

[Perhaps life would be easier]

[But that's not how you've lived your life. You've never been willing to submit to the gods or this planet]

[You've carried the original sin of humanity, the original sin of life]

[To its extreme]

[This is your truest essence]

[In your eyes, there's no option to choose one over the other. From the very beginning, you've fought to protect everything]

[Even if you don't achieve it in this life]

[You'll continue in the next]

[With this resolve, you've charged into countless battles. This is the source of your motivation to fight until now]

"Sigh, I'll still keep trying."

"You're so stubborn."

"Morgan, we've known each other for more than a day. You know I'm the kind of man who wants it all."

"Hmph, have you ever thought that by doing this, you might end up losing everything?"

Morgan remained as cold and harsh as ever.

The flames of resentment in her heart hadn't subsided, so it wasn't strange for her to act this way.

"Well, I've thought about it. I made this choice, so of course I'm prepared to face the consequences."

"In that case, you..."

"But even if that's the outcome, I won't stop. No matter how much I lose, I'll keep challenging the impossible, striving toward the dream of having it all."

Moran spoke with a radiant smile.

For a moment, Morgan was stunned.

Even though he was walking such a terrifying path, he could still smile so enviably.

It was almost too dazzling.

And it left her at a loss for words.

"I'm really at a loss. Having such a deep relationship with a man like you, I don't know whether to be happy or sad."

"Don't say that. I'm quite confident in myself! Otherwise, I wouldn't have said that to you, Morgan."

"Idiot, that's exactly your problem."

Morgan sighed and shook her head.

Then, she showed a helpless expression.

There was no helping it. Who could resist being so fond of the man before her? Now, she didn't want to betray the aurora he had shown her.

"Moran, it seems your problem is more serious than mine."

"Well... aren't we about the same in this regard!? By the way, you said Gawain is your child. Could it be..."

"Ah, you're talking about that."

[The two of you finally broached the topic]

[From the battle with Gawain, you noticed something special about them]

[The structure of their circuits and the release of their magical energy]

[Felt eerily familiar]

[Morgan told you the truth]

[Gawain and the others were all created by Morgan using magecraft and mysterious methods]

[Her blood was mixed into them]

[That's why she called them her children]

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"When I created them, I also used the alchemy knowledge you once shared with me. I must say, it was very useful. Given the current level of mystery in Britain, Gawain is my most successful creation."

[Your knowledge had helped Morgan]

[She was the child of the island, born of Britain, and also a fairy of noble blood]

[Her situation was quite similar to yours]

[When you were an incarnated True Ancestor]

[Thus, she used your experience in creating True Ancestors and homunculi to successfully create her children]

"In a way, Moran, you're also their father."

"Aren't you their mother too?"

"Well... that's not wrong."

Morgan's gaze shifted unusually.

Her slightly flushed expression was like someone intoxicated by fine wine.

The atmosphere seemed to grow a bit more ambiguous.

[You couldn't help but fall silent]

[You vaguely guessed that Morgan wasn't just practicing magecraft; there seemed to be a deeper, more intriguing motive]

[Looking at her enchanting appearance now]

[It was clear that her creation of Gawain and the others, and her mention of using your knowledge]

[Had another layer of desire behind it]

[But you knew you couldn't delve deeper]

[If you really went along with Morgan and exposed it, it would be hard to maintain your current relationship]

[If her desires were further ignited]

[She might truly see Artoria as an enemy and take you away from her completely]

[You were certain Morgan was a good woman]

[But Morgan was only kind when it came to love; when pushed beyond her limits, she could be unexpectedly domineering]

[With Artoria as king now]

[Britain couldn't afford more wars]

[You sighed inwardly again]

[This was what Morgan meant when she said that if you wanted both, you might end up losing both]

[You were walking on a tightrope]

[But you didn't regret it]

[At least there was still room to strive]

[You didn't rule out that it was your own greed, but you also didn't think it was wrong]

[Perhaps, both aware of the danger]

[Neither of you continued to delve deeper into the topic. Neither Morgan nor you wanted to change your current relationship]

[At least, that's how she felt now]

"Moran, if I really became a cruel, cold-blooded witch, standing against Artoria, and sought revenge on her by any means necessary, how would you treat me?"

[Morgan posed the question to you]

[Her beautiful eyes were filled with unease and anxiety]

[You fell into a brief silence]

[This was not a question to be answered carelessly, nor was it one you could avoid]

"I wouldn't change. Just like when I first met you, if you fell into darkness, I would reach out to you. Just like that day when we soared through the sky together—it was a miracle that can't be replicated.

If you truly became an unforgivable witch, I would still do everything in my power to show you that miracle."

"...That's so like you... but... too gentle.

The strongest dragon of Britain, being so gentle to an evil witch... that's not right..."

[Morgan's words denied it]

[But her face showed a complicated smile]

[Joy spilled out, but so did sorrow]

[This witch couldn't hate you]

[She couldn't feel even a hint of hatred, certain that you still loved her, and she felt joy for it]

[But you wanted too much]

[She wasn't sure if that could be achieved]