[The cursed blade pierced the skin]
[The curse began to invade you.]
[Like spider silk, the pitch-black lines rooted in the wound on your neck, emitting a foul stench like filthy poison]
[Soiling the dazzling aurora that radiated]
"I'm not as good as you think, nor do I deserve your sacrifices. I'm a dark-hearted, cold-blooded, ugly witch, filled with jealousy deeper than anyone else, with greed and selfishness that don't match you. It's too naive of you to keep having expectations of me!"
"Ugly? What nonsense! From the moment we first met, you haven't changed. I've always thought you were beautiful. In fact, no matter what you become, my feelings for you won't change."
Moran gazed into Morgan's trembling eyes.
At the same time, he continued to move closer to her.
"Call me clingy if you want; it doesn't matter where you go, running away won't work. I will bring you back.
Morgan, I can't do without you."
In fact, as long as Morgan was not by his side.
Happiness could not be filled.
Moran needed this woman's company; he could not accept Morgan not being by his side.
Even if it was unreasonable, even if it was domineering.
He wanted to possess her, to hold her in his arms.
Because Moran could clearly feel that Morgan loved him.
If it weren't so, she wouldn't be so distressed and hesitant, nor would she show such a near-tearful expression.
Since they loved each other, why couldn't they be together?
Moran didn't understand anything beyond that.
Matters of personality and identity could be discussed later; those were things to be dealt with and thought about afterward.
At that moment, he only wanted to hold this woman in his arms and soothe her sadness with a passionate and fervent kiss.
"How could it be… even without me by your side… you could still show miracles… being by your side… would only cause you pain…"
"Last time, that was true… I want you to know, most men are troublesome and very delicate. If treated coldly, a hole will form in their stomachs. If you care about me, don't think about running away from me; that would only cause me pain."
Moran understood men very well.
[In reality, men are not that strong]
[They are beings that cannot survive without putting on a facade; the dominance and beliefs they uphold need support]
[Without support, the house will naturally collapse]
[No one can achieve a brilliant future without any belief to support them]
[In the end, it's like this]
[Their essence is very delicate]
[For Moran, similarly, if there is no woman worth loving in his life, he has no motivation or drive to make an effort]
"If we really have to say, who can make my brilliance fall and dim, it can only be you—only you can completely kill and stop me."
Everything Moran did was for their happiness.
He was not the only one bearing the burden on his shoulders.
If destruction came from the things he loved, it would probably take just one blow to make him unable to stand again.
It's not that there's no way to start over.
But rather, there's no meaning in continuing.
All efforts are based on this origin; a fundamental loss of meaning is extremely terrifying.
"I told you, don't come near me!"
"Morgan, do you want to stab me with this spear?"
Moran had already come before Morgan.
Of course, that magical spear was also pressed against his chest.
He made no preparations against it.
Just one strike could deal an irreparable blow.
"…"
Morgan remained silent, biting her lip.
She hesitated to stab the magical spear into the man's chest.
[Seeing her like this, running away, leaving your side, you think that's the dangerous thing]
[Will it be painful to be with her?]
[It's absurd; you've never felt that way]
[Clearly, she is a woman who thinks so deeply about others; it's rare to find someone who can move you like this, how could you just let her cry and leave]
Moran didn't know what Morgan was thinking.
It seemed that until now, he had made it seem like he couldn't even hold a woman properly in his arms.
"Morgan, am I so unreliable to you? Am I as incompetent as those ordinary men?"
"…But you said you were very delicate."
"Ah, ah… that's not what I meant… Hah… Morgan! Do you really think I can't give you happiness!?
Do you really think I would suffer because of you?!"
Moran scratched his head as if giving up on thinking…
Discussing feelings with a woman, it's difficult for a man to win through banter.
So, he chose a more direct approach.
To express his feelings openly.
Though clumsy, it was a very effective way.
"The result from last time is just that—last time. It was a dream that had already achieved its outcome. This time is different. I have a way to fight against the world; I will no longer let miracles be fleeting moments, but will make them last forever!"
Moran was referring to the principle of the Idea Blood.
This was his proof to gain Morgan's trust.
Although he didn't know what challenges he would face in doing this, he finally had a method he could use.
Simply put, it was to save the woman before him.
To not lose her again.
Moran had to express his beliefs, to tell her: "Our future will not be filled with disappointment and hatred."
He knew that avoiding the issue would never yield results.
Only by moving forward could they achieve victory.
"You…"
Morgan noticed the transparent castle walls.
[With her knowledge, it wasn't hard to guess Moran's plan; she was indeed moved by the man's awareness and will.]
[Her firm resolve wavered once more.]
[She had always loved the man before her, and now, being professed to in such a way, her heart could not help but stir.]
Before she could say anything more.
Moran reached out to Morgan, who was just an arm's length away, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace.
More fervently than ever before.
The depth of his affection was so intense it felt as if it could crush her tongue, robbing her of the right to continue expressing her sorrow.
This time, Morgan did not push Moran away.
Instead, she was moved by the tender feelings, captivated by the dominance and will he displayed at that moment.