"Hey, could it be that we've known each other for a long ti? I'll tentatively agree to your request. In return, you must rember that you owe a favor, okay?"
rlin let out a breath she couldn't help but release.
This feeling is truly subtle.
Clearly, it is sothing 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 rlin 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, rlin 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 mories cannot be retained.
What remains are only fragnted impressions.
"I say, could it be that we have t before? If I had seen such a handso man like you, I would definitely rember you, but I can't recall at all. Isn't that too strange?"
rlin couldn't help but complain.
This made Moran chuckle.
"Perhaps we have t sowhere before, but right now, you probably don't know . Even if we get to know each other now, it's not too late. My na is Moran, and as you can see, I am a corporeal spirit born from the dragon's essence in the Albion spirit cave."
"Moran..."
rlin repeated the na as if confirming it.
The tone of this pronunciation felt very special to her.
She wanted to repeat it out loud.
At this mont, why does her heart feel a tremor?
This inexplicable emotion was temporarily suppressed by rlin; 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 troubleso task.
This is completely unlike her usual carefree and trouble-averse self.
[rlin took lusine from your hands]
[Then, with a helpless expression, she waved her magical wand]
[Since it was sothing 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 rlin took lusine 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 tis you have co to this city]
[The last ti in your mory]
[That was the farewell between yourself and Morgan, which was the greatest regret left from the last simulation]
[This ti, you will resolve it]
[With such a resolute mindset, you stepped into the castle]
[As expected, you t the lonely witch you have longed for]
[But, the opening did not go smoothly]
"Stop, don't co near !"
A chilling, frigid aura emanated.
Her beautiful and captivating face radiated an aura that forbade anyone from approaching her.
"Morgan... do you rember ?"
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 rember."
"...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 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 mories..."
These words are so self-deceptive.
Morgan clearly rembers 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 imdiately.
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.
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