Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 155 - : There Was Never a Good Choice

[Leading all of Britain to the Inner Sea of the Planet]

[This is the plan you proposed]

[The destruction of the island of Britain is inevitable, but there is still a path left for the people of Britain]

[With Albion's records, you can find a suitable route if you go to the spiritual tomb. This is far more reliable than searching for elusive, intangible mysteries]

[Now, the people of Britain are enduring]

[In a few years, they will reach their limit. The plan to move to the Inner Sea of the Planet is seen as feasible by the women]

[Of course, you called the Round Table together to discuss]

[They learned about the Inner Sea of the Planet]

"So, it's to the unknown land of the fairies?!"

Gawain was clearly shocked by this revelation.

He was aware that the situation in Britain was dire, but he had never imagined it had reached the point of inevitable destruction.

As someone born and raised on this island, he momentarily showed a complex expression.

"No, what I feel now is an excess of nostalgia. This land is our homeland. But only the place where the king and the people reside is where Britain truly exists. Without them, this land alone holds no meaning."

Gawain's expression turned serious.

He was a knight who helped the weak and remained loyal to his lord.

Given the current circumstances, the plan to journey to the Inner Sea of the Planet seemed to be the best option.

"If we rely on Britain's current reserves and set out on the journey to the Inner Sea of the Planet with everything we have, we would likely only last a month at most. This is also thanks to the supplies Moran managed to secure from the Romans. The path to the Inner Sea of the Planet holds too many unknowns for us."

Agravain analyzed the situation with utmost rationality.

This path was always meant for the fantastical beings, and simply embarking on it would not guarantee success.

Along the way, they had no idea what they might encounter.

"Now, Britain only has two choices: total annihilation or grasping this slim chance for survival. What's the point of hesitating? Are you all going to act like timid women?"

"Sir Mordred, watch your tone."

Mordred unconditionally agreed with Moran.

In her view, this was already the best plan.

Agravain wasn't opposed either.

As a strategist, he had to weigh the pros and cons, and the decision to journey to the Inner Sea of the Planet was indeed fraught with uncertainties.

"Once we set out on the journey to the Inner Sea of the Planet, we likely won't have the strength to return. This is a choice that, once made, cannot be undone. I hope you all understand this."

[Agravain hit the nail on the head.]

[Once the Britons set out for the Inner Sea of the Planet with their supplies, they would likely exhaust all their resources during the journey.]

[If they failed to reach the Inner Sea of the Planet,]

[they would have no reserves left to sustain themselves.]

[The land of Britain is barren,]

[and the people are barely hanging on, with only enough strength to make one more choice.]

[In other words, they only have one chance.]

[They have no room for failure.]

"This is a gamble. But given Britain's current state, we have no choice but to take this risk. In fact, no matter what we choose, we may face annihilation. There was never a good option to begin with."

Moran spoke of the harsh reality.

The Round Table knights fell into a deathly silence. None of them could refute his words.

There had never been a good choice.

It was a lamentable and sorrowful truth.

"Along the way, many will fall. Whether we choose to go or not, the possibility of annihilation remains unchanged. How sorrowful, how lamentable.

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Let me play a tune on the harp as a farewell."

"Shut up, Tristan! Who the hell starts singing a dirge before the battle even begins? I'll kill you!"

"Hmph... such murderous intent! But I support the king's decision. I don't deny that this is the best choice. Any choice comes with sacrifices, and all I can do is play music to mourn the fallen."

Tristan's fingers gently stroked the strings of his harp.

A melancholic melody echoed through the room, and what he said was not wrong.

For a moment, the atmosphere became somber.

But Moran had long prepared for this.

"Yes, people will fall. Yes, there will be sacrifices.

The king is aware of your worries, your laments, and is troubled by them. But is accepting annihilation our choice? No, absolutely not. We never choose to sit and wait for death."

Moran, despite his physical discomfort, shouted with conviction.

The moment he stood up and spoke, he drew everyone's attention, becoming the eye of the storm in the room.

He swallowed the somber atmosphere whole.

Upon hearing his words, the knights lifted their heads.

"Our glorious king still stands. In the more than twenty years we've spent on the back, has our king ever been defeated? Has he ever failed to bring us glory?

Is the Inner Sea of the Planet so fearsome that we, the Round Table knights who have faced countless adventures, would be afraid of this journey?!"

Moran's words were powerful.

They pierced the hearts of the knights like a blade, making them bow their heads in shame.

It was a wake-up call.

In the twenty years they had spent on the battlefield,

they had faced situations far more perilous than this, and they had gritted their teeth and fought their way out of the mire.

In every such dire situation,

they had relied most on the king's radiance, and it was for this reason that the Round Table knights had gathered here.

"..."

Artoria and Moran locked eyes.

Her gaze was filled with trust.

"You all have eradicated the traitors who plunged our people into misery and crushed the foreign threats to our survival.

Now, our next goal is the Inner Sea of the Planet.

I will not compromise with fate, nor will I sit and wait for death! To show future generations the resilience of the Britons, let us achieve this unparalleled feat! As always, I will bring you glory! I will bring you victory!"

Artoria and Moran were in sync.

After learning of Britain's fate to collapse due to internal strife, she would not accept such an end for her people and knights.

She reached out for the radiance of the Inner Sea of the Planet,

so that the world would remember their indomitable spirit and valor.

This was the path she had chosen.