Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess! Chapter 194: I Will Love You Forever

He taught the won swordsmanship and magecraft.

Irisviel, who had never learned before, faced off against Mordred and was almost defeated ti and again, but she had no thoughts of giving up; the determination shone in her wine-red eyes.

Being proficient in magecraft and created as a Lesser Grail, she was not inherently skilled in battles that excessively consud physical energy.

With Moran's personal intervention in her creation, Irisviel could also develop in close combat.

However, compared to her extraordinary talent in magecraft, her aptitude for swordsmanship seed rather ordinary.

When Moran said there was no need to work so hard, that swordsmanship only needed to be practiced to a level sufficient for self-defense, and that it was unnecessary to reach the level of breaking through thousands of troops like Mordred.

Irisviel replied to him:

"I don't just want to reach a level that barely allows to defend myself! Not just in magecraft, I also want to help Moran like Mordred does, rather than just being a protected vase... umm... am I being a bit arrogant saying this...?"

Irisviel felt quite embarrassed.

She lightly scratched her cheek, inadvertently revealing her affection, which drove her to keep striving.

"..."

Moran's words felt like they were stuck in his throat.

Seeing her with such a longing and happy smile, hearing such a pure wish born from her own will.

It was too beautiful and too heart-stirring.

For a mont, it even made one feel a bit dazed.

How could one have negative thoughts about soone like her? Who would want to destroy such beauty?

Even if he didn't want to admit it.

Moran could only smile wryly at Irisviel.

This enchanting and delicate woman had truly captured his heart too many tis, to the point where it felt quite unusual.

It was as if she possessed a kind of magic.

Those who work hard are never disliked.

Soone like Irisviel, who pours everything into her love, only makes one feel overwhelmingly beautiful and radiant.

"Um..."

Moran thought about what happened last night with Mordred.

A sense of guilt suddenly surfaced in his heart.

The changes and efforts Irisviel made were all for him, and it was too much to not respond.

At the very least, he didn't want to be too biased.

"Father, why don't you call Irisviel to your room tonight? I think it's fine."

"Hah, are you serious?"

Moran only had a budding thought in his mind.

As a result, Mordred unexpectedly said this.

It made him shudder involuntarily.

As if a corner of his heart had been seen through by his beloved daughter, a deep sense of guilt surged within him.

In fact, it was simply Moran overthinking.

"I'm serious! I've co to see her in a new light! She's really not simple at all! Just like, a good king, even if lacking in personal ability, as long as they know how to manage and utilize their subordinates, they can still be a qualified and excellent ruler. This issue is the sa for won."

Mordred's combination of points was quite strange.

But Moran understood what she was trying to express.

The most important thing for a king is not their own ability.

But rather understanding what their country needs and how to make the entire country operate most efficiently.

The way of utilizing people is one of the most important requirents for a ruler.

As long as one can do this well, they can basically beco a qualified king. It sounds simple, but it is very difficult in practice.

However, both Moran and Mordred had the qualities of a king.

So they could see things from this perspective.

"Irisviel gives the feeling of being a good woman, like Guinevere. Moreover, seeing her work so hard for you, Father, she will definitely beco a virtuous assistant in the future."

Mordred fanned the flas.

What she desired was to make Moran happy; in reality, she didn't care how many lovers her father had.

No matter how many there were.

Her status as a beloved daughter would not change.

From Mordred's perspective, she also felt that there were many benefits to Moran responding to Irisviel.

So, naturally, she had to say it to Moran.

"Well, I understand..."

Moran felt a particularly strange sensation from Mordred's suggestion.

His beloved daughter was suggesting that he find more stepmothers, which made Moran's emotions quite complicated.

If Morgan were to find out about this matter.

She would probably have a twitching expression.

Her own daughter was increasing the difficulty and adding rivals for her; one could only say that she truly was a dutiful daughter.

"Um..."

Moran had made a plan in his heart.

He originally had such thoughts, believing he needed to respond to Irisviel's hard work.

Now, after Mordred's ntion, it was rely confirming his thoughts in advance.

Moreover, a gentleman is also driven by desires.

He liked Irisviel, and there was no denying that the two were undoubtedly in love with each other.

Thus, the ti ca to that evening.

"What a fulfilling day! Learning swordsmanship and new alchemy, Moran, when you were teaching Rin and Sakura jewel magecraft, I also learned a lot of new knowledge!"

Irisviel was like a lively sprite.

She tirelessly recounted the day's events to Moran, just like a carefree romantic princess.

She and Moran walked down the castle corridor.

Perhaps due to her overly joyful emotions, they unknowingly arrived at the room at the end of the corridor.

"Eh, this is your room, Moran..."

"It is my room. Of course, I didn't go wrong."

As Irisviel was still puzzled.

Moran could not suppress the impulse that erupted like a geyser, simply because the woman before him was too charming and lovely.

He truly liked and loved her.

Now, it was rely about materializing this feeling and presenting it to her through action.

"Um—"

Irisviel instinctively shivered.

Before she could react, the collision of their lips made her soul feel intoxicated.

Although it happened very abruptly.

She showed no signs of resistance, as if she had been prepared and waiting for this mont.

"Iris, are you scared?"

"No, not at all! I'm just surprised and very happy; this is sothing only lovers would do, right... Moran, will you teach more like before?"

Although Irisviel trembled with shyness and unease.

To overco these feelings, she still revealed a joyful smile. Her mood continuously rose with the atmosphere.

Her wine-red eyes were so beautiful they seed to bleed.

"Moran, I want you to keep looking at like this; it doesn't matter if there are others, I just want you to always—love ."

"Iris, I will. I will love you forever."

Moran made a lifelong promise to his beloved.

He had originally planned to do so.

At this mont, it was rely putting it into practice.