[The process of the battle need not be elaborated.]
[All that is known is that the witch poured out her resentnt with all her might, and the man also exerted himself to the fullest to bear that resentnt.]
[You did not fall until the very last mont.]
[Relying on the body of a dragon, you withstood the attacks ti and ti again, each ti seemingly on the verge of collapse.]
[Yet, you remained standing.]
[As if declaring that your radiance still exists, that you could still bear her resentnt as you did before.]
[But it was precisely because of this]
[That the witch beca more furious than anyone else.]
[She still loves you now, but she cannot accept the path you have chosen, nor can she dismiss it as "too beautiful" and brush it off, as that would be no different from avoiding the problem.]
[This is the tornt that plagues Morgan.]
[The fear that has now sprouted in her heart will eventually turn into anger, and in the future, it will transform into hatred, cursing the ever-shining aurora.]
[Although it is a future to be feared, it is also one that she, like others, feels anxious about. Now, having witnessed your resilience, her heart is filled with mixed emotions.]
"—Haa... Huh..."
Moran exited his dragon form and plopped down on the ground.
Ti and ti again, he endured the wounds and the pain.
The result of overexerting his body was that his organs could no longer function properly.
His heat had burned out completely.
The vitality of his blood was severely depleted.
His consciousness felt like it could snap at any mont.
"Guh..."
The physical strength and functions needed to support his breathing.
Were also nearly exhausted.
Moran ca to his senses and realized he was sitting on the ground, in a pit filled with dense ether mist.
This was the aftermath his battle with Morgan.
The castle had long been reduced to rubble.
"You really went all out..."
Moran hadn't expected Morgan to be this serious.
So, he also got serious.
Even so, he still couldn't see her as an enemy.
Seeing her cold yet sorrowful face, he couldn't point his blade at what he wanted to protect.
Of course, Morgan had also gone all out.
But that was only because she wanted to capture him alive.
She fought Moran without intending to harm him, which led to this outco.
"Hmph, what a pitiful sight. In the end, you're just stubbornly holding on to your pride. If I leave you like this, you'll probably pass out from your heart stopping, won't you?"
Morgan erged from the ether mist.
Standing just a few ters away from Moran.
"Morgan, you really went all out... But you didn't win this battle either."
"Mmm... The outco isn't decided yet!"
Morgan put on a deliberately smug expression.
But the fatigue on her face and the trembling of her fingers showed that she, too, was barely holding on.
She had poured everything into this fight.
"You're just as stubborn as Artoria! Are you two sisters really cut from the sa cloth!?
It's over, my battle with you is completely over! I still have so strength left! No matter how you look at it, I've won, haven't I!?"
Moran was indeed exhausted.
But he still had the summoned beasts he had arranged around them.
Morgan's magical energy was severely depleted, and if she continued to push herself, she would only end up damaging her body.
"Stop acting like a spoiled child, even Mordred is more mature than you, her mother! What's this about wanting to claim as your possession? I'm not so object to be arranged by others!"
"Y-You dare say that to ?!"
"Isn't it you who's been running wild on this land, ignoring my free will and acting on your own whims?"
Though Moran was extrely tired.
He still had the energy to lecture her.
"If we're talking about running wild, you're even worse than !
I still have so strength left, and I'm not tired! If you want to fight a third round, I'm more than willing!"
"The lines of death on your body have doubled! Your fingers are about to rot from lack of magical energy! You don't even have the strength to hold your wand! At this point, there's no need to keep up the tough act, is there!?
If any other man had to deal with soone stubborn as you, they'd have run away long ago! Only I would stay with you till the end!"
Moran's battle had also been incredibly difficult.
Morgan's perfect use of various forms of magecraft, along with her unpredictable fighting style, made it impossible to anticipate her moves...
He was grateful that he hadn't been hit by the curse that could pierce his heart.
At the sa ti, he admired his own gentleness.
Even though he was stunned by Morgan's actions, Moran still cared for her and worried about her.
"I-I was holding back! I wasn't serious!"
"You liar! You were smiling when you cast the curse to crush my heart! If I hadn't been lucky, you would've really crushed my heart, wouldn't you!? You definitely would have!"
"No... I only thought about it a little!"
Morgan's voice clearly showed her guilt.
She averted her gaze as if she had been caught, but the next mont, she launched another verbal attack.
"Speaking of which, it's all because you're so disobedient, Moran! Even if your heart were crushed, it wouldn't matter, would it? For soone from Albion like you, having your heart crushed wouldn't kill you!"
"It's not your heart! It would hurt a lot! Can't you, this foolish witch, show a little consideration for !?"
"I was thinking about capturing you alive the whole ti, that's already my magnanimity!"
Morgan's intentions were still sothing to be grateful for.
In the end, her goal was still to save him, and Moran didn't hold any resentnt toward her for that.
But her thods were wrong.
"Ha, I really should thank the great witch for her rcy.
You've pushed yourself to this point, and you're completely out of energy, yet your mouth is still as stubborn as ever."
"Moran, you're no better! You're the one who's gone too far!
You're relentless! You've chosen your own path, yet you keep chasing !
If it weren't for you, I would've already taken control of Britain! You're just a pervert who can't stop chasing after won!"
"Guh...! That's too harsh! If I'm a pervert, then what does that make you, who's trying to claim as your own? A shrew!?"
Moran's heart trembled at her words.
It really felt like his heart had been cursed, and he couldn't refute Morgan's insults.
They were all too accurate.
Of course, Moran was aware of this himself.
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