Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 128 - : People Need Miracles

"Sigh, there's no other mystery to use, and you want me to find another way. Artoria, you need to understand me too. If you ask for too much, you'll end up with nothing."

"I know... but this method... it's just... no!"

Artoria clenched her fists.

Her resolve was firmer than ever.

She even invoked her position as king.

Even Merlin could only sigh at her choice, racking her brains for another usable mystery.

"In terms of mystery, I still have a trump card."

Moran shook his head helplessly.

As if he had anticipated Artoria's reaction, he had prepared another, more acceptable plan.

With a wave of his hand, a radiant light appeared on the table.

Warmth filled the office.

"Oh! Isn't that the Golden Fleece? One of the most precious treasures from the Age of Gods in Greece, a miracle bestowed by the Olympian gods, capable of healing all wounds and barren lands!"

"It may not compare to the Holy Grail sought by the Church, but its level of mystery isn't far off."

[Even Merlin was surprised by this move]

[You had always kept the Golden Fleece hidden within you, but now was the time to bring it out]

[It was the best solution for now]

"So that's it, Moran. You've been carrying this mystery all along. No wonder you've been able to act so recklessly..."

Merlin looked at the Golden Fleece thoughtfully.

Artoria, too, wasn't truly oblivious.

"Moran, the reason you've been able to endure for so long must be because of the Golden Fleece, right? If we take it, what will happen to you...?"

"Take it. Its effect on me is minimal now. I've been thinking about the right time to give it to you. With the Golden Fleece's mystery, we should be able to bring blessings to Britain. It will bring us luck."

Moran spoke with great solemnity.

[You gazed at the Golden Fleece with complex emotions]

[This treasure had once played a significant role when you first established Pelasgi]

[Just seeing it here]

[You couldn't help but think of your other beloved]

[And your past as a hero]

[Now, for Artoria and your future, you chose to once again place your trust in the Golden Fleece]

"I can't... accept this! Moran, if you lose the Golden Fleece, I don't believe there won't be any consequences!"

"Artoria, remember the lessons I and Ector taught you when you first became king? Being a king requires making sacrifices. Britain's time is running out; we can't afford to look for other solutions. And do you really think I've been able to endure this long solely because of the Golden Fleece?"

"You... you're being unreasonable again...!"

Artoria bit her lip.

She was reminded of the time before the battle against Vortigern, when Moran had made a similar demand.

This time, it was to give up the Golden Fleece.

[In the end]

[Artoria knew she couldn't refuse]

[With no time to search for another mystery, the Golden Fleece was the best option]

[You weren't lying to Artoria]

[Facing the depletion of your origin and the loss of your soul]

[Even the legendary Golden Fleece couldn't heal you, because this wasn't a wound]

[It was more like the decline of existence]

[Before the battle with Vortigern, the Golden Fleece might have had some effect, but now its usefulness to you had greatly diminished]

[After confirming with Merlin]

[And ensuring that giving up the Golden Fleece wouldn't harm you, Artoria reluctantly accepted the gift]

[At least, for the next few years]

[Britain would have a safety net]

[Faced with Britain's decline, the Golden Fleece's light had its limits, but it could at least ensure that the next few years wouldn't be years of poor harvests]

[Though it didn't seem like much]

[It was the best outcome for Britain]

[Compared to the previous situation where even seeds couldn't be planted, the people of Britain could now at least have a harvest]

[After dealing with the issue of mystery]

[The next problem was the foreign invaders]

"Prepare the horses! I will annihilate every last one of those foreign invaders who dare set foot on Britain! None will be spared!"

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[Artoria vented her anger in an uncharacteristic way]

[As if channeling the frustration of having to take a miracle from her beloved into the foreign invaders]

[She displayed a completely different aggressiveness]

[And chose to personally take to the battlefield]

[To the knights, King Arthur was flawless, and they followed their king to fight the foreign enemies]

[Only you and Merlin knew she was angry]

[Angry at her own helplessness]

[With the precious time bought by the Golden Fleece]

[She didn't want to waste a single moment]

[If she can defeat the alien race earlier, she can find a way to save Britain without relying on the Golden Fleece sooner]

[The Pure Knight brought the Golden Fleece back to Britain]

[This deed spread throughout Great Britain]

[Although Britain is an island nation far from the mainland, its people are well aware of the legendary Greek myths]

[The treasure once sought by the Argonauts]

[Now brought back by a knight of their own country, it will surely bless the people of Britain]

[Ah, let us praise the Pure Knight who guards Britain]

[The people of Britain offer their blessings]

"The Pure Knight Moran, he found the legendary lost treasure for Britain—the Golden Fleece, located in a distant foreign land, once revered by the Greeks as a treasure, carrying happiness and abundance!"

"Three days later, he will return to Britain with the treasure, and its brilliance will be displayed in Camelot."

"This is a fortunate event for Britain."

[When the magus Merlin announced this good news to Camelot, she also declared that King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table would show the people the brilliance of the Golden Fleece, allowing them to bask in its blessed light]

[The people of Britain, who have endured suffering since the founding of the nation]

[They have longed for this good news for too long]

[The island of Britain is filled with vitality because of this event, and the lords and knights see the realization of hope]

[They rushed to Camelot upon hearing the news]

[Just to catch a glimpse of the brilliance of this mythical treasure]

[Tormented by barrenness and desolation, they believe that the treasure from a foreign myth can bring miracles]

[The Knights of the Round Table were surprised by this event]

[However, since this is a great joyous event for Britain, there is no need for suspicion]

[Now Britain needs a miracle]

[No, to be precise, it is the people who need a miracle].