"If I were born a complete dream demon, perhaps, I wouldn't have feelings like this now..."
rlin showed a self-deprecating smile.
She wasn't blaming Moran for anything.
Before her was the light she had always longed for, yet now she had to accept the loss.
"As a spectator, I won't stop your decision, and I believe you will bring an even more enchanting story. My emotions are borrowed, obtained by consuming and burning people's dreams. But I can't accept the loss as a matter of course, at least not at this final mont——"
rlin whispered in Moran's ear.
The emotions she had been suppressing now surged uncontrollably.
At this mont, she still longed for what she had lost.
Perhaps it was the first ti she had felt such emotions.
"Mmm——"
Moran couldn't help but swallow.
He couldn't help but want to praise the beauty before him.
It was the first ti he had seen rlin like this.
"Before leaving this Utopia, you were still by my side, even if it's a loss, I want to feel it a little more... Moran, can you grant this selfish request?"
rlin's beautiful eyes were filled with attachnt.
As if asking to extend the ti a little longer.
The dream demon has a beauty that is detached from the world. Her beautiful white hair glowed with a mysterious hue in the light.
Her slender limbs still exuded a gentle femininity, her skin like white porcelain, slightly tinged with crimson.
"I——"
Moran gave his answer.
Confirming the dream demon's elusive reality.
He resolutely grasped it tightly.
[This might just be a fleeting mont like a mirage, but it will definitely be etched in your mories]
[Even if the dream demon burns through the dream]
[Unable to recreate this mont of heart-pounding emotion]
[She can still revisit this mory]
[Thus, it's not a aningless thing]
[Although your ti is quite urgent, it's not so urgent that you can't spare a mont to linger]
[Responding to the Sucuubus's true emotions]
[This beautiful and precious mont, you and she need to savor it]
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[Returning to Calot from Avalon]
[Many things happened while you were away]
[For example, Tristan, the sole heir of King Leonois, known as the Son of Sorrow——]
[He was also drawn to the radiance of King Arthur and joined the Round Table with his own talents]
[Not only Tristan joined the Round Table]
[Long ago, when Artoria pulled the sword, the lord Lancelot in France had already heard of it]
[Now, he personally ca to Britain]
[Just like Gawain who wanted to witness the glory of King Arthur, he also saw it in battle]
[In the end, Lancelot also beca a Knight of the Round Table]
[This was of great help to Britain]
[Although Agravain was reluctant until the end, Lancelot, as a foreign lord, had considerable influence. Having him as an interdiary made trade with the continent several tis smoother than before]
[This alleviated the pressure on Calot to so extent]
[Of course, after Lancelot]
[There were also knights like Bedivere who joined the Round Table]
[Legends that would be passed down through the ages were unfolding daily in Calot]
[The conflicts with other races were easing, and the Knights of the Round Table were appearing and resolving disputes across the country]
[At the sa ti, they were also busy with adventures]
[Leaving behind many tales for future generations]
[When you returned, you ca into contact with this white-walled city]
[You could feel a familiar atmosphere]
[Just like when you led the people in Pelasgi, Calot led by Artoria gave you the sa feeling]
[She was undoubtedly an ideal king]
[Although she could be a bit willful at tis, she still did her best to protect all that was beautiful]
[That's why the knights followed and admired her]
[The little girl who once followed behind had grown into this, and as her guardian, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride]
[To briefly describe the current Calot]
[It would be the Flower Capital Calot]
[No matter how desolate Britain was, only Calot was always filled with smiles and hope. People believed in the glory of King Arthur, and the knights believed it was the result of their efforts, feeling proud]
[Only you and Artoria faced reality with worry]
[Knowing that no flower could bloom forever]
[Because of the existence of Artoria, the wielder of the Holy Sword, and the fact that the strongest dragon still stood on this land, Calot remained prosperous]
[However, only the glory of Calot remained]
[The rest of Britain was still in decline]
[The remnants of mystery on the land were just scraps, and both you and Artoria were the sa]
[This year was a year of poor harvests for Britain]
[Next year would be the sa, and the year after that as well]
[Witnessing the miracles perford by King Arthur and the strongest dragon, the people and knights were intoxicated by the radiance]
[But this dream would eventually end]
[Only Calot was prosperous in all of Britain]
[The territories of other lords and knights were barren, no matter how much they improved farming or introduced foreign technology]
[The seeds they sowed only withered]
[It was as if the land itself was crying out in pain, and the people of Britain endured suffering day and night]
[They could persevere only because they trusted their king]
[Now, Britain's supplies relied entirely on Calot and the aid from the foreign lord Lancelot]
[Both you and Artoria knew very well]
[If this problem was not fundantally solved, the people would eventually face despair again]
[You called rlin to discuss]
"This island is a foreign land far from the continent. Since the beginning of the Christian era, mystery has been disappearing from this planet, but the air of the Age of Gods still lingers here. The Picts and dragons, and the dreams that remain, are because of this. The people of Britain are also included in this category. Invasion is not just about other races. The land itself is changing. The years of poor harvests will continue until your demise. In the past, only the areas around Calot would have bountiful harvests. But even that will soon decline."
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