Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 120 - : The Fall of the Mad Dragon, the Tyrant’s End

[Though there were unforeseen consequences]

[There was no time to think about them]

[Vortigern was a calamity seeking to lead Britain to extinction. Even if it was just to fulfill your promise to Artoria]

[You had to crush it here]

[Even if it cost your life]

"The changes of human order... I'll find a way to deal with them. You self-destructive fool, don't act so high and mighty here!"

Moran gasped as he made his final calculations.

At that moment, he sensed a rapidly approaching presence.

[It was Gawain and Artoria]

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[They joined the battle together. Artoria looked at you with heartache, seeing how you had fought to this point]

[The majestic aura of the Dragon of the Boundary was gone]

[Even to the naked eye, your radiance was fading. You no longer had the strength to summon the aurora]

[If you fought any further]

[You could certainly defeat Vortigern and bring victory, but the cost would be something Artoria could not accept]

[She would not allow it]

[Artoria and Gawain joined the battle. This was a level of combat they had never faced before]

[Even though Vortigern had been battered to this point by you]

[Its madness had not diminished in the slightest]

[The light of Excalibur and Galatine was swallowed by its maw]

[But by doing so]

[It accelerated its own demise]

[Having already been pierced by the aurora of the Boundary, even as the incarnation of Britain, it could not afford to act recklessly again]

"Vortigern cannot swallow all the light! This is our chance! Moran, this time I'll protect you! Britain's future needs you, I need you! So, I won't let you leave me!"

Artoria straightened her small frame.

Her expression, usually unshaken in the face of any danger, now showed clear anger.

A personal emotion directed at the mad dragon.

A private sentiment unbecoming of a perfect king.

"Vortigern is the incarnation of the island. In terms of scale, humans cannot overcome it. This battle began because of me, and it must end because of me! Artoria, let me finish this!"

"No! You can't fight anymore! If I lose you at the end of this... what would any of this mean!?"

"Artoria... you..."

Moran seemed to realize something.

He noticed that she had abandoned the dignity of a king.

The girl had made her choice.

"If human strength cannot overcome this island, then I'll use a weapon of equal scale to Britain!"

Artoria's expression was resolute.

She had prepared for this before the war began.

She knew that no matter how vast her magical energy was, or how her holy sword could turn the land to ash,

it would not be enough to secure victory.

Vortigern was the island of Britain made flesh.

Conceptually, it was impossible to match.

This was why Moran had insisted that he had to be the one to fight.

A conceptual equal was needed to deliver the final blow.

[The two holy swords pierced Vortigern's claws]

[Pinning it to the ground]

[Artoria and Gawain's coordination was flawless]

[Vortigern, already weakened by your assault, was now just one final blow away from death]

[It seemed to sense death approaching]

[Vortigern immediately flapped its wings, shattering the frost. It sought to take flight and evade its demise]

[But Artoria would not allow it]

[This creature, which caused so much suffering to the people of Britain and made the one she loved endure such pain—]

[No matter what, it could not be forgiven.]

[Artoria drew a weapon other than her holy sword—a spear of light she had obtained from the fairies.]

[Vortigern's eyes widened in shock.]

[Before it could utter a word, the radiant tip of the spear had already pierced its chest, shattering its dragon scales.]

"Rhongomyniad..."

Moran gazed at the brilliance of the holy spear.

It was the spear that once shone on the border, the pillar that protected the spirit, the anchor that fixed the planet's rules.

The tower of light beyond the horizon.

Now, it was held in Artoria's hands.

"Not for the sake of justice, nor for the distinction between good and evil, but simply to save me, she cast aside the future and drew the holy spear..."

Moran recalled what Ector had said.

How important he was to Artoria.

Her happiness could not exist without him.

The people of Britain and the future of all had undoubtedly been weighed in her heart.

In the end, she had made her choice.

Just as Moran was willing to sacrifice his life for his beloved, Artoria was willing to sacrifice everything for him.

Or rather, this was her original intention as a king.

To protect her own happiness and that of the one she loved.

"She really... takes after me..."

Moran shook his head with a bitter smile.

The girl he had watched over since childhood had even adopted his way of doing things.

This could be considered a mutual devotion.

It was impossible to even think of scolding her.

What could he say to such a girl, who was so single-minded in her desire to keep him alive and by her side?

[The mournful roar of the mad dragon echoed across Britain.]

[It also symbolized its end.]

[After an unknown amount of time, the dragon's form was no more.]

[On the scarred battlefield, before Artoria stood only a man with a spear through his chest, on the brink of death.]

"Even Rhongomyniad has been bestowed... How foolish... utterly foolish... To defeat a tyrant... you've invited even greater destruction..."

The darkness around Vortigern dissipated.

The hatred and madness that had once consumed him were nowhere to be seen.

All that remained was an elderly man, his face etched with sorrow and anguish.

"Humans will never change. For their own existence, they would even betray the planet. I never thought that in the end, it would not be the Dragon of the Boundary who would bring my demise, but the most primal human desire—love? How ironic, how utterly ironic, hahahaha—!!"

Vortigern paid no heed to the approach of death.

He laughed until tears streamed from his eyes.

As if mocking the tragic end of a foolish tyrant.

Utterly desolate, utterly sorrowful.