Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 164 - : A Certain Record of the Dragon

[Originally, it was "things that only exist here"]

[You, who have endured pain until now, have already lost the functions of suffering, sorrow, joy, and love]

[Cracks in shades of blue and green cover the dragon's body]

[Like a cracked pottery piece that has been continuously repaired, held together by black mud, it could break at any moment]

[Black mud binds the various parts of the dragon's body]

[If it weren't for the final power granted by Albion, forcibly transforming back into a dragon would likely mean losing even the ability to maintain form]

[This posture is too tragic, too dreamlike]

[The roaring of engines echoes like a farewell, the scattered black fragments are your tears that will not fall]

[Thoughts fall into a cold mechanization]

[The electric currents flashing through your mind are extremely simple; this is the last command you, who possess emotions, hold onto]

"Reason: Unknown.

Target: Penetrate the surface of the earth and reach the Inner Sea of the Planet."

[The dragon's gaze turns to the weakest point of the barrier]

[In the distance, he once again sees the small figures on the ground, this time revealing confusion in his eyes]

"Action: This is something that does not require attention.

Target: The membrane at the bottom of the fairy domain, the edge of the realm."

The dragon races through the twilight sky.

Due to the exhaustion of its source and soul, it has lost emotions and memories; the self it once held onto has already vanished.

Yet, it still soars.

Not even understanding the reason for its actions.

[Transforming the howling wind into a sound of flight, cold and ruthless, it divides the realm between heaven and earth]

[Feeling nothing]

[Sensing nothing]

[The emotional currents that once flowed like those of a human no longer reach anywhere]

[Your dragon eyes lock onto the earth's layers]

[For some reason, it once again includes the small figures on the ground in its field of vision]

[Visual information shows fluctuations]

[The hollow heart that should be empty surfaces with pain]

[The targets standing on the ground, though small, have such delicate and beautiful forms—how much—]

[The power furnace is so hot it seems about to melt]

[Infinitely close to an abnormal state]

[As if this body wants to remind the dragon, who has forgotten everything, that there are things it absolutely cannot lose]

[Even if the soul and source are missing]

[The memories engraved in the cells that cannot be forgotten still flow, continuously stimulating the dragon]

"Arto...ria...Mor.. dred...Guinevere...Morgan...the Knights of the Round Table..."

The dragon emits a low, mournful roar.

Pain wanders in the hollow heart.

The sound of the wind disappearing in the flames falls like tears, as if telling not to forget, not to forget.

[It has lost all reason and memory]

[Everything that could constitute its self has already collapsed, turning into fragments like mixed debris; one could say that the individual once known as Moran died the moment it transformed into a dragon]

[Now what remains is the flesh spilling from the body of the dragon of death]

[With no reason to exist, no desires]

[Only the scattered remnants, shattered before takeoff, not knowing what its name is]

[The pure aurora is shattered]

[Transforming into scattered stars soaring in the sky]

[However, even at this point, a thread of pain still pierces through the hollow chest]

[There is something it must remember]

[There is something it will regret losing]

[There is something it absolutely cannot forget]

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"—Retrieving—Retrieving—Searching for the remaining information within—Identifying—Where does the pain originate?"

The dragon's cold pupils flicker with light.

Like a radar scanning for information, even executing this task is devoid of any emotion.

Its limbs continuously repeat the cycle of collapse and regeneration.

The black mud keeps binding.

[In the process of the dragon identifying information]

[It discovered a certain record]

[Even though its entire body has collapsed to this extent, this record has been preserved too well]

[As if all the survival functions of its body]

[Are being mobilized to maintain this record]

[—This is a reversal of priorities]

[The dragon criticizes this behavior; no matter how precious the record is, it cannot be more important than the existence of the body]

[Yet, it cannot stop looking]

[What kind of thing can make it reverse its priorities like this]

[However, in the process of searching]

[The dragon sees the scene of broken fragments, a precious record that is limited to a single viewing—]

[Under the sunset, that miraculous scene dividing the sea surface and the sky, moving and reassuring like a dream]

[On the battlefield, countless soldiers scream as they die in the flames of war]

[The chalk-white holy walls isolate all evil from entering; even in the face of destruction, people remain filled with hope]

[And, at the end, a paradise surrounded by a sea of flowers]

[What are these—?]

[Vivid sparks of emotion collide, reigniting brilliance within decaying cells, gradually recalling]

[What am I?]

[What do I exist as?]

[For what reason have I been flying over the earth? And for what reason have I endured pain to this extent?]

[Suddenly, something emerges from the record—]

[A lonely witch riding on the dragon's back, revealing a sweet smile]

[A strong knight princess determined to protect the dragon]

[Deeply in love with the island, yet ultimately choosing to destroy it, caught in the madness of a tragic dragon]

[A beautiful queen who yearns for the dragon, entrusting her love to it, offering a fleeting nightmare of love]

[And, that daughter who makes you proud yet worried]

[Many noble and beautiful knights]

[—So many, so many, he has seen]

[Understanding what led him to self-destructive paths]

[And what troubles those he loves]

[Now the dragon understands]

[What blocks their path to the future, and why it chooses to endure pain and take flight]

"Ah—ah, ah ah ah—!!"

The dragon trembles its wing, covered in cracks.

With a hoarse voice, it lets out a shout that echoes through the skies.

Scales stripped away by the atmosphere.

Flesh unable to bear the flight collapses.

The dragon accepts these and continues to take off.

"—That's right, it's these—bring them hope, make them happy, shatter despair—my name is—"

Moran briefly regains its self.

Its gaze finally fixates tightly on that land.

The barrier membrane that isolates their future...