[Morgan entrusted her body and soul to you.]
[After a night, your souls intertwined.]
[Just like during the first simulation in Britain.]
[You both aimed to achieve future happiness, so first, you must break the predicament of Britain.]
[Britain is currently quite chaotic.]
[The northern Picts, the Saxons invading Britain by sea, and the dark forces overshadowing Britain.]
[Too Many Problems Are Rooted in This Island]
[Now, it seems like an old man who is barely hanging on by the last breath, relying solely on the remnants of the divine land.]
[After your first round,]
[You are well aware of the difficulties in saving Britain.]
[This is not something that can be resolved in a few years; just like how everything began with small matters when leading Artoria, saving the nation is the same.]
[You are not like the first simulation, where you, as the pure Dragon of Albion, needed to sleep.]
[In this simulation, with your foresight, you greatly diminished your dragon nature, allowing Melusine to share the burden of inheritance. Although your power as a dragon has decreased, the corresponding result is that you no longer need to sleep.]
[Thus, you can spend more time with Morgan.]
[You have more time to save Britain.]
[To save Britain,]
[You must first understand the conditions in various places in detail. In your last simulation, you only grasped the overall situation—you and Morgan left Tintagel, using your travels across Britain as a starting point.]
[This journey of exploration is full of interest.]
[Originally, Morgan, who stayed in the castle without going out, has now shown remarkable enthusiasm.]
[Though it is called an adventure, it feels more like a honeymoon trip.]
[Walking on the last divine land of this world, witnessing everything that is happening on this island.]
[You have seen disasters, you have seen prayers.]
[You have seen hope, you have seen madness.]
[Britain is weeping, and the people living on it wander daily on the edge of despair.]
[You sigh at such a scene.]
[You want to create a warm and peaceful ideal home, a place where you and your loved ones can live in peace, rather than this apocalyptic sight. To achieve this, it needs to be changed—]
"So, have you made your decision?"
Morgan asked Moran.
Her head gently rested on his arm as they both looked up at the deep and splendid beautiful starry sky.
She already knew his answer in her heart.
However, as a lover, she wanted to confirm it once more.
"In the past, I could only save Britain to a limited extent because I was asleep. Now that I am no longer in slumber, I want to save it for our dream. To do this, becoming a king is necessary—Morgan, I want to become the king who rules Britain."
Moran gazed at the distant horizon.
There was not a hint of wavering in his eyes.
It was as if he was merely stating an ordinary .
For him, becoming a king was a means to achieve a result; the act itself held no allure.
"Ah, my husband, my lord, you've said it. It's been a long wait… Since it is your desire, it is also my wish as Morgan le Fay, for you to become the king of Britain. No one is more suited for this crown than you, and I will only allow you to wear it."
Morgan acknowledged the island's ruler.
Her eyes cast a passionate gaze, different from her usual cleverness, bursting with fervor.
Like soft silk threads entwining fingers.
They gently caressed Moran's face, as if bestowing blessings upon him as a sacred spirit.
[In the past, becoming the king of Britain was her wish.]
[In the present, where she loves and accompanies you,]
[In truth, her eyes hold only this love, willing to give everything to achieve their shared ideal.]
[If it is what her husband desires,]
[Then as his wife, she will also offer her support, joining her hands to give her husband sincere blessings and prayers.]
[Surely, even if you abandon Britain,]
[Morgan would not blame you.]
[In her heart, you now far outweigh Britain; as the child of the island, she has gained something far more important.]
"Well, in that case, I must also work hard to make you the only queen of Britain, Morgan."
"Queen, queen… I never thought about working for that. I just want to support my husband as a wife, that's all."
"Then I am indeed a happy husband, to have such an understanding wife. We should establish the queen in advance. Let's consider this a state secret for now."
Moran revealed a very pleasant smile.
He took in Morgan's gradually reddening cheeks.
He loved Morgan so much.
Two years had passed since Tintagel, during which he accompanied Morgan on travels across Britain.
The two were inseparable.
As if in retaliation, wanting to make up for the time he didn't accompany Morgan in the last simulation, Moran was quite willful.
"Don't make such a hasty decision about a state secret!"
"What? Don't you like it?"
"No, no, it's not that. I just think it would be very embarrassing if it were saved and later seen by others… If we are to save it, I have the Water Mirror magecraft, which can preserve it for a hundred years without fading, even the sound can be saved…"
Morgan inadvertently started talking too much.
Though she appeared shy on the surface, she actually valued such moments more than anyone else.
Wise and considerate, she had everything prepared.
She was meticulous even in her thoughts, considering all the details that Moran had not noticed.
Even in spending such honeymoon time together.
She treated it like precious gems in a jewelry box, preserving them with great care and affection.
"Wait, you didn't… do this already, did you? How much have you preserved with the Water Mirror magecraft?"
Moran listened to Morgan's skilled process.
It was as if he had guessed some hidden issue.
When asked this question, Morgan's face turned red: "I didn't keep count; I don't know how many there are…"
When Morgan finally laid it all bare,
Moran was genuinely surprised.
After every night of intimacy, Morgan had secretly used the Water Mirror magecraft to capture his sleeping face when he wasn't paying attention.
"Um… I know it's not right… but… ultimately, it's still your fault, Moran, for showing me such an unguarded sleeping face. Isn't that clearly tempting me? How could I not be moved…"
Morgan shyly glanced at Moran.
Her charming demeanor was quite captivating.
Though she was speaking unreasonable words, Moran had no reason to blame her in the face of such a sight.
"I found you! Brother!"
Suddenly, a creature that was completely oblivious to the ambiguous atmosphere barged in.
She skipped over with a light step and leaped toward him.