"Morgan, do you really think I, Moran, your lover, cannot bring about a happy future? Do you really believe I would fall into despair and be unable to rise again?"
[The pupils of both reflected each other's shadows.]
[The man's voice might have grown hoarse.]
[If, at this point, he still faced rejection, how much pain would that cause him? It was hard to say.]
[If he were truly rejected like this,]
[That would be the most painful moment.]
[Moran's arms around Morgan tightened, as if he were unwilling to let her leave him again.]
[The softness of the witch's body transmitted through his hands.]
[So enticing, it tugged at his heartstrings.]
[But the man only wanted to hear the woman's answer.]
"I, I…!"
Morgan's pale cheeks flushed.
Tears streamed down her eyes as she gazed at Moran.
The icy, sealed heart melted, unable to resist the warmth of the blazing fire any longer, and the stirring of her soul echoed once more—
"I don't want you to suffer! I don't want you to die!
I don't want to feel like you will die! Don't die… don't die… Moran… I want you to live… because I love you!"
[In that instant, it felt as if she was gazing upon something warm and sacred.]
[The things you first saw when you arrived in Britain.]
[Strength, majesty, tenderness… that was her, even when alone, still possessing a positive and kind attitude.]
[In the quiet of her chamber, the gentle witch.]
[Living together, laughing together, crying together, worrying and arguing about the future.]
[Now, they both looked toward victory.]
[The silver-haired witch, with tears in her eyes, did not know how much she had leaned against the man's chest to confide.]
[They had achieved a resonance of souls.]
[No longer deciding to be alone.]
"—I believe in you. Since you say we can win, that we can make the future no longer painful. Ah, then I will not deny it, my husband, my lord… bring us… happiness."
A glow seemed to appear behind Morgan.
Causing Moran's heart to race.
Once again, he lifted her chin with his hand, and once more, they kissed passionately.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but Morgan shyly said:
"I can't do without you by my side. Without you, I can't stay strong… I'm so scared. I'm so scared that if I become obsessed with Britain, I will surely fall into madness and hatred."
[For Morgan, this was the fear from the last simulation.]
[She could foresee that if a future without Moran awaited her, she would become a ruthless witch.]
[Only thinking of revenge against the king, seizing Britain.]
[She spoke to Moran in a shy tone, her voice trembling with tears.]
[Though she had received the déjà vu from the first simulation, her current self was still as innocent as a girl.]
[She would be shy and bashful like a girl.]
[Without the composure she had developed during the last simulation's farewell.]
[It could be said that the Morgan at this moment was the most original, purest version of herself, the farthest from evil.]
"At first in Britain, it was you who showed me the first ray of light hidden on this island. It updated my records with emotion and became the point from which I wanted to strive for a future in this Britain."
Moran articulated his initial thoughts.
In fact, they were each other's salvation, and their feelings rose like a spiral staircase.
Neither side could be separated.
"Moran, you call me light, but to me, you are the light. You are the one who allows me to stand tall. You are the only one on this island who loves me… even if I try to escape from you, it would be futile; I have noticed that."
The sadness that should be there still existed.
In the end, all that remained was regret.
But now, seeing this radiant man, who offered all his love to her.
She would no longer have thoughts of avoidance.
Of course, Moran would hold her tightly, not allowing her to evade.
"You have once again fulfilled your promise, once again come to save me; you truly are the most reckless person."
Morgan's shy demeanor was beautiful and adorable.
This time, Moran would not let go easily.
"Morgan, no matter how much you throw a tantrum, I will accept it; there are still many things to do in the future. Hmm, I will let you witness the future that belongs to us."
And so, the two embraced tightly.
For some reason, it still felt insufficiently warm.
Moran wanted to give her more warmth, to make her feel even warmer.
[Since this was the place where they first met.]
[And there was no presence to disturb them.]
[There was no better place than this.]
[He wanted to give a part of his life to the woman he loved, like the petals dancing in the air.]
"Mm—"
Morgan's cheeks remained flushed.
But she was clearly suppressing her unease and wavering, revealing the expectations deep within her beautiful eyes.
Even though her clothing was already wrinkled.
Her eyes still stirred with emotional ripples.
She did not utter any words of reprimand to stop him; her attitude was already very clear.
What Moran wanted to achieve.
Was also what this beautiful fairy wished to fulfill.
They wanted to reach a beautiful realm together.
This thought was not shameful in the slightest; it was merely the harmony of yin and yang between people, the common sense of all things.
"Moran… give me… happiness…"
Morgan, like a newlywed wife, was filled with anticipation.
She leaned close to Moran's ear and whispered softly.
It was a faint tone that only one person could hear.
Like a lullaby, or the private whispers of a couple, slowly seeping into Moran's ear.
This sentence undoubtedly pressed the button to unleash the beast, and the enchanting witch longed for this moment.
Since that was the case, how could he refuse?
Moran would fulfill his duty as a husband, just as he had before, pouring all his love into Morgan.
The bright, full moon seemed to be gradually descending.
The night was dark, with occasional shooting stars piercing through the galaxy or sliding into the darkness.
Leaving behind glowing or white tails.
Dancing, trembling, giving the sky some warmth and light, and causing flickering bursts in the darkness.
That was the embryonic form of a new world.
The light of dawn crossing the darkness of ignorance.
Uncertain how long it lasted, until morning.
Even the walls of the principle Idea Blood still stood tall, and the spells isolating the outside world continued to operate.
Moran faced the morning light, exhaling.
Looking at the lazy and content Morgan snuggled against him, he felt a power to challenge everything.
At the same time, he made a firm resolution in his heart.
He would forge the most beautiful future.