"Hey, could it be that we've known each other for a long time? I'll tentatively agree to your request. In return, you must remember that you owe me a favor, okay?"
Merlin let out a breath she couldn't help but release.
This feeling is truly subtle.
Clearly, it is something that brings her no benefit, yet helping Moran makes her feel happy inside.
In her life, she has never felt anything so strange.
Even though it is just a fleeting sensation, a borrowed emotion that will soon burn out, she now wants to agree to Moran's request and take care of this newly born boundary dragon.
"Of course, I won't break my promise."
Moran is mostly aware of why Merlin feels this way.
She is not a being capable of holding emotions; the dream demon does not possess the function to generate feelings.
Even in her first loop, Merlin was unable to have them.
Now, in the second loop, although there is a strong sense of déjà vu, all she can see are the remnants of burnt-out feelings.
Clear memories cannot be retained.
What remains are only fragmented impressions.
"I say, could it be that we have met before? If I had seen such a handsome man like you, I would definitely remember you, but I can't recall at all. Isn't that too strange?"
Merlin couldn't help but complain.
This made Moran chuckle.
"Perhaps we have met somewhere before, but right now, you probably don't know me. Even if we get to know each other now, it's not too late. My name is Moran, and as you can see, I am a corporeal spirit born from the dragon's essence in the Albion spirit cave."
"Moran…"
Merlin repeated the name as if confirming it.
The tone of this pronunciation felt very special to her.
She wanted to repeat it out loud.
At this moment, why does her heart feel a tremor?
This inexplicable emotion was temporarily suppressed by Merlin; she felt she couldn't continue to be so strange.
She had long forgotten the thoughts of coming here.
She simply wanted to seek pleasure, but ended up in this situation due to her unclear feelings.
Now, she has taken on a troublesome task.
This is completely unlike her usual carefree and trouble-averse self.
[Merlin took Melusine from your hands]
[Then, with a helpless expression, she waved her magical wand]
[Since it was something she had promised once, this great magus wouldn't regret it. So, she will keep her promise and take good care of this weak boundary dragon]
[As fragrant petals danced in the air]
[You watched as Merlin took Melusine and left your sight, only moving away once their presence completely dissipated]
[Then, the only place you headed to was one]
[—That is Tintagel]
[Counting the number of visits from the first simulation, you have lost count of how many times you have come to this city]
[The last time in your memory]
[That was the farewell between yourself and Morgan, which was the greatest regret left from the last simulation]
[This time, you will resolve it]
[With such a resolute mindset, you stepped into the castle]
[As expected, you met the lonely witch you have longed for]
[But, the opening did not go smoothly]
"Stop, don't come near me!"
A chilling, frigid aura emanated.
Her beautiful and captivating face radiated an aura that forbade anyone from approaching her.
"Morgan… do you remember me?"
Moran first asked this question.
He needed to confirm with Morgan.
If Morgan could face him and respond, then Moran could decide what attitude to show her.
"No, I don't remember."
"…You're lying… Although you think you can deceive everyone, I won't be fooled by you."
"What confidence do you have to think I'm lying!?"
Morgan's light blue eyes were as cold as a sword.
It felt as if her soul could be pierced in an instant, yet Moran remained unfazed and accepted it all.
Because he was once the man who cared the most about Morgan on this British island.
If Morgan truly did not recognize him, she wouldn't show this level of hostility and anger.
Surely, she must have a sense of déjà vu.
Knowing the feelings he had in the first simulation, it wouldn't be strange for her to feel angry.
"I have that confidence because I am confident that no one can love you more than I do. Even if there is regret, even if there is failure, it won't stop me from fulfilling the promise I made to you. I will show you miracles, no matter how deep in despair you are."
Moran's powerful words shot out like bullets.
Hitting the most vulnerable part of Morgan.
[Indeed, she knows many things]
[Seeing the joy of witnessing the miracle of the dragon, on that day, the seed of admiration was planted]
[Seeing how he fought for love]
[But, she also cannot forget the desire to keep him alive, and the anger she felt when he defied her]
"Ugh… I don't need a man like you… I don't want to have such memories…"
These words are so self-deceptive.
Morgan clearly remembers the joy of no longer being lonely, the sweetness of being treated with gentleness and love by a man.
Even the one who first felt this déjà vu.
Could not help but feel envious.
However, thinking of the sorrowful ending, she wanted to suppress her pain and make the man before her leave.
This thought overpowered the love deep within her.
"Enough! This ends here!"
As if scolding herself along with him.
Morgan instantly activated her spell.
At her level, this was serious.
She conveyed a complete rejection of his will.
Moran, who had no guard against her, was enveloped by the spell, and he did not counterattack immediately.
Because this was not an attack array.
Accompanied by a dazzling light that left one at a loss, his vision fell into a state of pure white.
When he regained color.
He discovered that the surrounding scene had changed.
Morgan did not use an attack-type magecraft, but a water mirror magecraft with a transfer nature.
He was teleported to the outskirts of the castle.
"I've been rejected…"
Moran reached out to touch forward.
The air crackled with an electric current that struck his fingertips, and an invisible barrier enveloped the castle.