Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 146 - : A Bitter Choice

She and Guinevere had indeed noticed Moran's abnormality, but they still placed their hopes on finding the mystery outside.

No one knew if it could truly be found.

They could only grasp the last remaining hope, to defeat the external enemies as quickly as possible and search for the mystery.

Otherwise, they couldn't truly face despair.

In this regard, Artoria was the same as Mordred; she didn't have the courage to prepare for losing everything.

"I became king to protect him! I can't let you destroy Britain like this... As long as there's a possibility... No matter what... I must search for the mystery... to save him!"

Artoria was still confronting Mordred.

Seeing that she still held hope.

"Hmph, rather than pursuing that unrealistic method, letting Moran die in pain... Mother told me she has a way to keep him alive through magecraft!"

"Morgan... has a way...!?"

"King of Knights, it's time to make a choice. Will you choose to persecute Moran's humanity, Britain? Or will you choose Moran?"

Mordred posed the crucial question.

As long as the rules of humanity still cover the world, and Britain still needs someone to save it.

The Last Dragon will not stop.

Because the people of Britain are also part of Britain.

"Ah... I... I..."

Artoria's heart felt as if it were being torn apart.

This wasn't a question that could be chosen.

Her knees gradually lost strength, as if they couldn't bear the weight of the rain pounding on her shoulders and back.

["You will lose the most important thing on this path."]

The magus's warning echoed in her ears once more.

Now that Mordred had told her that even if she found the mystery, she couldn't save her beloved.

The girl who had always held honor and faith in her heart, fighting all the way to this point.

This moment was her defeat.

"Can't make a choice? Hmph! The King of Knights is nothing more than this! For Father! Even if it means destroying all of Britain, or opposing humanity itself, even if it costs me my life, I will not hesitate. I only wish for one thing: to preserve his brilliance!"

[Mordred was now single-minded]

[As she said, she was willing to sacrifice everything to save her father, and she had the resolve to do so]

[Her will was unshakable]

[For her, her father was everything]

[Even if it meant abandoning the dignity of a knight, even if she was called a rebellious knight by the world, she wouldn't care]

[After all, she only had her father]

[Her mother, Morgan, only saw her as a creation; it was her father who truly brought her happiness]

[That's why Mordred said Artoria could never defeat her]

[No matter how many times she was knocked down]

[No matter how many times she was slammed into the ground]

[The figure of the rebellious knight gradually blurred]

[The girl thought of the simple ideal she had when she first drew her sword]

[To protect the peaceful lives of the people]

[And to spend tomorrow with the man she loved]

[All she wanted was to fulfill these two simple wishes]

[But now, she realized how difficult it was]

[Yet, compared to her]

[The Last Dragon, who watched over Britain, was unimaginably enduring such pain to survive]

[Despite being in such pain]

[He still deceived himself, constructing a dream of happiness, wishing for the happiness of others even when he could barely protect himself]

"Ugh—!"

Artoria's eyes were lifeless.

Now, she was like a small boat tossed about by the wind and waves, unable to steady herself.

She could only endure the repeated strikes from Mordred's raised sword, unable to straighten her back or stand up.

[The King of Knights' heart was collapsing]

[Most of what Mordred said was true; even if Britain was saved, it wouldn't save the one she loved]

[Since the outcome was destruction either way, it was better to choose a method that would prevent his suffering and keep him alive]

[She could somewhat understand Mordred]

[In terms of strength, Artoria was superior to Mordred]

[But now, she couldn't fight back, nor did she have the will to face her enemy. In her heart, which had fallen into the abyss of despair, there was not a trace of fighting spirit left]

[This pitiful and desolate state was far from the heroic figure of the King of Knights, once praised as the incarnation of the dragon, and it was truly heartbreaking to see]

[She harbored love for the man]

[But she also wanted Britain to survive]

[She could make the choice, but doing so would likely shatter her path as a king]

[Simply for her own selfish desires—]

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[To abandon everything as a king, to abandon the past and the scenes of her people bathed in light, this was the price she would have to pay]

[She longed for a future where her beloved would live]

[A voice in her heart kept screaming]

[To simply abandon everything, to no longer be trapped in this painful choice]

"I—"

Artoria raised her head...

Just as her sword was about to clash with Mordred's again, ready to completely betray her ideals—

He was a gust of wind wrapped in light.

A figure whose back was as unyielding as the flames, rushing forward, tearing through the falling rain and the streaking red lightning.

His heroism was so magnificent, so moving.

Just as dazzling as she remembered.

"—I made it."

The man seemed to sigh in relief.

His arm, covered in dragon scales, grasped both blades, bearing the brilliance of the holy sword and the demonic sword.

Like a ray of light piercing through the darkness.

Declaring that he would not let things continue to worsen.

The strong will's light did not diminish in the slightest, refusing to yield no matter how dire the situation.

"I was only gone for a moment, and you're already at each other's throats. Since this is about me, let's discuss it together in front of me.

Both of you, stop deciding my future on your own."

"Father... Father..."

Mordred was stunned for a moment.

Clearly, she hadn't expected Moran to find them here.

But this didn't quell the anger in her heart.

Even with her most beloved father standing in front of her, what she wanted to do hadn't changed...