Breathless and souls intertwined.
To confirm each other's feelings, they sometimes greedily and sometimes delicately sought each other.
Along with deep breaths, they delivered their desires here.
This was a dreamlike and wonderful time, every minute and second spent made one feel enchanted.
Immersed in this, unwilling to leave.
From Moran's first-person perspective, it felt like stepping onto a beautiful snowfield that no one had ever visited.
Despite being careful, trying not to disturb the snow—
No matter what, in the end, one would leave clear footprints on this snowfield.
As the warmth of their feelings began to wane.
"…~…"
Moran looked at the sleeping Irisviel.
She was breathing peacefully, like a child, contentedly holding his hand.
"…Hmm…"
Moran couldn't help but turn his head away.
Although the bedding partially covered her, it could not hide the charm of Irisviel at all.
It was as if he could hear the hissing of the serpent from Eden.
It was simply too captivating.
Even the sight of her delicate tears made him want to swallow them down.
"What am I thinking…"
Moran shook his head, dismissing his random thoughts.
Although Irisviel would certainly not mind, he was not the kind of man who lacked consideration for his beloved.
He only pursued his own desires.
That was the beast blinded by darkness.
"Hmm, Iris, I love you."
Moran reached out to caress her profile.
Feeling embarrassed about having such thoughts, he could only purge the impurities and express that love.
To cover up his own awkwardness.
Unfortunately, the sleeping Irisviel could not hear him; her sleeping face was filled with sweetness and happiness.
Moran had no regrets about falling in love with her.
He just wanted more.
He wanted to spend more time savoring the little moments spent with Irisviel and that shameful expression of hers.
Unfortunately, compared to Moran, Irisviel still lacked too much in basic qualities.
Even though she had the idea of being strong and persistent, in the end, she still succumbed to uncontrollable sleep.
He was quite satisfied with such a day.
If possible, Moran hoped every day could be like this.
"—Huh."
Moran stared at Irisviel's face.
Then, he exhaled a breath.
He had expressed the feelings of love between him and her, and Irisviel had responded in every way she could.
Although their concepts of love might differ, there was no doubt that Irisviel needed him.
Just that made him happy.
Was it a fondness for his own creation, or perhaps a preference mixed with pride?
Moran found it hard to distinguish.
But he felt there was nothing wrong with that.
What Irisviel pursued was his happiness, from being a soulless artificial being to having a self.
At first, he was just one person.
Now, growing into someone beyond himself was necessary, and Moran felt helplessly happy about that.
"If that's the case, I hope such days continue—no, I will make it even better…"
As if articulating his own beliefs.
Moran's gaze gradually became more resolute.
He was aware that there were still regrets unresolved, and there were still things he needed to handle. He had lingered too long in the gentle embrace of his two beloved daughters and understood he could not just stay there indefinitely.
There were many problems in the simulation.
He could not use rest as an excuse to escape; that had always been an unacceptable behavior for Moran.
"I can rest assured about Irisviel and Mordred. When I wake up again, I'll teach you just like today. Although it won't be too long for you…"
Moran's smile was somewhat helpless.
Although he had spent a long time in the simulation, it was merely a night in reality for the girls.
He felt a strange sense of envy.
However, this was the path Moran had chosen.
He would not utter words of regret.
"Let's leave it at that."
Moran muttered as if bidding farewell.
Then, he gazed at Irisviel's sweet sleeping face, gradually letting his consciousness sink into a deeper state.
He slowly exhaled, relaxing.
He picked up the heavy responsibilities he bore once more.
With that, he re-entered the simulator.
[The End of the Divine Era, Great Britain]
[Simulation started, anchor point thrown]
[The End of the Divine Era, Great Britain selected, simulating immediately, detecting the fixed skills carried by the host, recording—]
[Do you want to draw skills?]
Moran quickly swiped the panel.
To avoid missing out on powerful skills, he did not hastily skip the skill selection this time.
Skill Bar: [Third Magic: Soul Materialization (EX), Heroic Tale of the Faraway Expedition (A+), Love of the Moon Goddess (A+), Emperor's Privilege (A), Unyielding Determination (A), Castle-ergo-Kingdom (EX), Horizon of Light (A), Blessing of Faith (B), Breath of the Planet ©]
[Preset Bar: Golden Magic Sword (EX), Pseudo: Mystic Eyes of Death Perception (A), My People Will Live On Here (A+), Intuition (A), Dragon of National Defense (A)]
These are the skills Moran carried.
The last three in the skill bar were selected this time; although they were not as good as other inherent skills, he believed they would be somewhat useful.
[The End of the Divine Era, Great Britain]
[Simulation begins—]
With the prompt sound of the simulator ringing out.
The skill templates floating before him also dissipated.
Carrying that heavy determination.
Moran's consciousness became blurred once more as he once again immersed himself in the end of Britain.
Anyone would feel it was destined for destruction.
But Moran did not think so.
It was not simply a stubborn refusal to give up based on emotion; he already had a plan for salvation.
This time, he believed he could save Britain.
At the same time, he would bring happiness to the girls.
[Your consciousness is in chaos]
[Like the first round, the environment you were born into is beneath the Albion Spirit Cave]
[It is the grave of the ancient heart]
[However, this time there is a subtle difference; instead of being born purely as a dragon species here]
[You first used nutrients to change yourself]
[Maximizing the effect of the Principle Idea Blood, you are not born into the world as a pure dragon species—]
[But as a spirit ball born from the dragon factor]