"Um… I will reflect on it…"
Mordred lowered her little head.
He knew that during the day, he had been too stubborn.
He also understood how difficult it was for Moran.
However, the excitement in his heart from being summoned to the present world, along with the desire to possess Moran, made it impossible for her to stop thinking about protecting her own interests.
Now that she had calmed down, she realized that she really didn't need to be so cautious around Irisviel.
After all, she, who witnessed the end of Britain, was certain that Moran loved her.
"Well, it's good that you can reflect. I don't want to be too harsh on you, but I also don't want you to be so tense. Later, I will talk to Iris about this matter. Don't be too hard on her; after all, she has only just been born as an artificial human…"
What Moran hoped for the most was harmony among lovers.
Now that Mordred could listen to what Moran was saying and was responding, her tolerance was quite high.
Resolving the gap between her and Irisviel was not a big problem.
What truly made Moran feel a chill was the arrogant personality similar to Brunestud's, who would not submit to anyone.
She belonged to the type who would not yield to anyone.
Achieving harmony in a harem would require a lot of effort, and just thinking about it made Moran feel a bit heavier about the future.
As Zelretch said, women are the most difficult beings to understand in this world.
Moran did not deny this at all.
However, challenging the impossible was also his specialty.
"By the way, Father, did you say the same thing to King Arthur and Queen Guinevere?"
"They are very smart; there's no need for me to say it specifically."
"Um…"
Mordred's cheeks flushed.
In terms of wisdom, she certainly did not have the confidence of Guinevere, nor did she feel worthy of the term 'graceful and virtuous.'
However, she did not want to worry Moran.
She still had that thought.
Reflecting on the past conflicts with Irisviel, she decided to adjust her mindset to avoid worrying Moran.
Now that she had received a response from Moran, she felt that this love could solve all problems.
"Then, Mother… the final choice to leave was…"
Mordred recalled something from her past life.
She suddenly asked Moran.
"This… about your mother… it's very complicated…"
This caught Moran off guard, and he recalled the last meeting with Morgan.
His heart tightened involuntarily.
"Although Morgan said she couldn't tolerate Artoria, in reality… the problem isn't entirely like that; some of it is related to me… Most of it is my fault. If I had done better, it wouldn't have turned out that way…"
Moran couldn't help but let out a sigh.
His melancholic appearance moved Mordred.
A sense of frustration surged within her.
She naturally did not want to see Moran like this, reflecting on the conflicts between her and Irisviel during the day.
Mordred felt even more guilty.
Although Moran said the fault lay with him, Mordred had witnessed how he had fought for Britain with all his might.
If anyone dared to say that Moran wasn't trying hard enough or wasn't doing well, Mordred would definitely take that person down.
If it were anyone other than Moran, they could never have brought such salvation to Britain.
Moran had given everything for their happiness.
So, Mordred wanted to respond.
She needed to act in a way that was worthy of this happiness; she wouldn't add to Moran's troubles like she did during the day.
The cold night sky hung overhead.
This place was the deep abyss of stars, rarely visited by humans.
The blooming white moonflowers swayed gently in the warm breeze, serene and beautiful like the ebb and flow of the sea.
This place was high and far from the ground, a realm unreachable by humanity.
In the center of the sea of flowers stood a woman, as if she were asleep beneath the vast sky.
In this garden of blooming flowers, only her figure was beautiful and clear.
In the ancient castle that had existed for thousands of years, no one was present, and she had never encountered anyone in this world.
She had never been granted the joy of interacting with others.
There was no real communication with others.
These things had never existed from the beginning.
In this world where he did not exist, the True Ancestors merely created her as a weapon.
However, it wasn't entirely like that.
The princess, created to be a weapon, found herself in a state where she should have gained nothing, yet in her dreams, she saw things that had never happened.
A man met her gaze.
Through words and actions, he taught her what love was.
She experienced the joys and sorrows that a living being should have, along with a deep desire to see him again.
The naive princess gazed into the hazy dream.
In the past, she had developed her own will from that sense of déjà vu, unable to resist looking up at the moon, missing the man from her dreams.
—There, she saw the light.
The image of the man who taught her everything was imprinted on her retina, and she would never forget it, even if she died.
He was the reason this True Ancestor princess smiled, the cause of the stars shining brightly.
Now, the True Ancestor princess awakened once more.
"Moran…"
Arcueid murmured with deep affection.
As if reciting the name of her beloved.
Although the man in her dreams had said he would come to find her, the waves of emotion brewing in her heart surged continuously.
She had the thought of personally plucking the stars.
Originally, this princess's personality was one that could not stand waiting, gazing at the past of her happy dreams.
She felt she had dreamed long enough.
There was no way she could continue waiting.
She wanted to see the man's face as soon as possible, to laugh with him again, to personally experience happiness.
This anxiety and joy spread in her heart.
Ultimately, it overflowed uncontrollably.
"Hehe, I can't wait any longer—it's been so long since you came. Is it okay if I step out for a bit?"
Arcueid's smile concealed her joy.
She was already impatient.
Even now, she clearly remembered the promise she made with the man.
"Moran, no matter where you are in the world, even if you are hidden in a virtual space, I will find you!"
With the roaring winds swirling around her.
Arcueid's brilliant golden hair danced in the air, and the anticipation in her chest overflowed uncontrollably.
Her lips curled up, and her smile was full of excitement.
She broke free from her constraints in this garden and lightly leaped, lifting the anchor of gravity.
Like a sailboat in the wind, Arcueid was playing with the night sky.
This incarnation was a living planetary infant.
All the fluctuations occurring on the surface were hers.
Now, she was rushing toward the surface.
Only to find the person she had promised to meet in her dreams.
Arcueid was certain that he was there in the evening…