Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 156 - : Where the Sword Points, the Heart Follows

[No matter how many times I see her, I am always amazed.]

[Within that petite frame lies a king, an ideal king who is in no way inferior to him.]

[A king who brings hope in the face of despair.]

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[Every time, I can't help but feel the same admiration. The girl I once watched over has grown into someone truly remarkable.]

[She is proud and joyful for her loved ones.]

"Where the king's sword points, there my heart shall follow!

Your radiance is the faith of the Britons, the light that has always protected and guided us. Please lead us once more, and grant us your grace. At all times, Gawain, the Knight of the Sun, will follow you!"

Gawain placed his left hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

He was so moved that it seemed as if he would offer up his very soul.

No, he had likely already done so.

As the embodiment of knighthood, he remained loyal, believing that King Arthur's sword was always right.

He would lead the people to a bright future.

This was what the knights had always believed.

"I am but a nominal member of the Round Table, and my words carry little weight, but I trust the king.

If you choose to embark on the journey to the Inner Sea of the Planet, then I, Sir Bedivere, will serve you to the very end!"

Bedivere also pledged his loyalty.

He, too, trusted in the king's radiance.

He believed that as long as he kept his eyes on King Arthur, no peril would ever make him afraid.

Gradually, the other Round Table knights began to voice their support.

From the very beginning, they had been fighting against Britain's despair, and they remembered why they had joined the Round Table.

They felt ashamed of their own foolishness.

At this moment, the radiance the king displayed was precisely what had made them decide to pledge their loyalty in the first place.

King Arthur's radiance still shone brightly.

Anyone who saw him would submit to him, certain that the future would be filled with hope.

[The knights offered their swords to King Arthur.]

[This was just another war against fate, and they would choose to follow this king to the end.]

[You watched all of this from the side.]

[You, too, were moved by the light she displayed, by this magnificent scene you had helped cultivate, and you couldn't help but lose yourself in this sight.]

[You were inspired by the knights' loyalty and valor.]

[You offered a beautiful hymn in their honor.]

"Sir Lancelot, if we embark on this journey, it's likely we won't return. You are a knight from France, and even if you choose to leave now, no one would blame you."

"No, I have long since chosen to pledge my loyalty to you, and even now, that loyalty remains unshaken!"

Lancelot shook his head in response.

He was one who was captivated by the Round Table and the king's radiance.

Compared to the lands he held in France,

he was more drawn to this dreamlike Round Table.

Though he was not the most responsible as a lord, he was undoubtedly a loyal knight.

"I will decide on a successor for my lands before the expedition begins. You need not worry. After all, this is an expedition to the Inner Sea of the Planet, a grand adventure that no human has ever undertaken! To embark on this journey with the knights of the Round Table—nothing could be more appealing to me!"

Lancelot spoke with great enthusiasm.

Rather than staying in his lands and engaging in power struggles with the nobles, or the tedious scheming,

he preferred to throw himself into adventure.

And to remain under King Arthur's leadership.

He chose to abandon everything else for the sake of personal loyalty.

However, no one found this surprising.

The knight known as Lancelot was just like that.

He was the most romantic knight at the Round Table, embodying French ideals.

After all, he was the one who had once said he would abandon his country for a woman, which showed that he valued personal connections more than the collective.

This was his strength.

And also, his weakness.

"My friend. My pride. The knight of my ideals. If it is your action, then it must be sincere. I will not betray your expectations, nor will I betray the trust of all of you."

[Artoria Responds to the Knights]

[The meeting is basically confirmed at this point]

[The knights present unanimously agree to embark on the journey across the Inner Sea of the Planet, and they will create history together with their people]

[Finally, Merlin comes before you]

[She understands what sacrifices must be made behind the dazzling journey and knows the awareness with which you make this decision]

"A beautiful ideal will make countless people yearn for it, but few will think about what it takes to achieve it... Moran, I feel you are not that kind of person; you should be the one who understands this truth the best, right?"

"Hehe, I know. You didn't directly mention the price I have to pay, and I'm still very grateful for that."

Moran and Merlin stayed in a corner of the great hall.

They gazed at the excited knights, as if they were looking at the most beautiful scenery in the world.

"I just wanted to see the continuation of the story, so I didn't stop you. You don't need to thank me. I just want to ask, do you really think you can make such a choice? Once you do this..."

Merlin's shoulder gently leaned against Moran.

As if reminiscing about the past.

"Hmm, just like when I left Avalon, I am already prepared. In a way, this is also my duty to carry out the last dragon's will. Liya... their story is not over yet; they will surely have even more brilliant moments in the future.

If I were to stop because of myself, that would be too regrettable and sad. I don't want that; I want them to see more, not to be locked in place by me, unable to move forward."

Moran's words were filled with blessings.

Merlin reached out her delicate hand to him, but in the end, she slightly trembled and withdrew it.

The story was about to reach its final conclusion.

A faint sense of reluctance surfaced in her heart.

"But, in the eyes of the dream demon Merlin Ambrosius, your story is the most dazzling and special. Now that I feel this sense of loss, it's also self-inflicted..."

"You have been watching over the world; please continue to watch over them on my behalf. I believe they won't make you regret it."

"Eh? So confident. You can't even see the future, yet you dare to make such a guarantee to me?"

"Of course, because I love them, I believe in them. Even without foresight, it's the same."

The heart of the dream demon was once again slightly touched.

Although the man's words had no basis, for some reason, she wanted to believe.

Indeed, as long as she stayed by this man's side.

It was hard to become like a dream demon.

It was truly a frustrating dilemma...