Without thinking, this is Morgan's spell barrier.
And it's not just one layer.
The overlapping barriers completely transford the interior of the castle into a different realm, an unusual domain that could not be breached by human ans, and it is also a thod of Morgan as the island's master.
"Hmph, I won't be easily persuaded."
Morgan, even these won't stop . Though I am willful, I have always been this stubborn from the beginning...
In the first loop, due to his own stubbornness.
He made Morgan endure sadness and anger.
She also ultimately made the decision to leave, just to prevent the anger from completely consuming her.
This ti, it won't be like that.
If he were to stop moving forward because of a little obstacle, then Moran wouldn't be able to achieve the miracle of saving Britain in the first simulation.
This ti, he still extends a helping hand to Morgan.
In his previous life, the woman he loved did not receive enough happiness, so at the very least, he must make up for it this ti.
It must be this way; it cannot be otherwise.
[Principle of Idea Blood: Castle-ergo-Kingdom]
[You beco serious to manifest your beliefs]
[The towering walls, transparent and pitch black, suddenly erged from the ground like bamboo shoots after rain]
[These walls completely separate the castle from the outside world]
[Although Morgan's barrier turned the interior of the castle into a different realm, your walls represent a stronger concept]
[All the land inside the castle]
[As long as it is within the range of your walls, it is part of your kingdom's territory, a singularity]
[The conceptual poison was originally ant to corrupt the world]
[Now, it is used by you to express your obsession to your lover, and that unwavering, sincere heart]
[The outside world cannot easily step in]
[At the sa ti, the chaos within the walls cannot reach the outside]
[This stage can be said to be a world for just you and Morgan, with no third party intervening]
[Even if Morgan wants to use transfer magecraft]
[She cannot leave from here]
"This is Albion, erging from the decayed bones. Breath of fire, wings of iron. In the twilight sky, crying like a newborn...!"
A blazing blue fla condensed into a solid form.
Moran held a large sword resembling a clock hand, a weapon made from the dragon's essence.
It is also a symbol of him as Albion.
To deal with the barrier, he naturally had to use the power of the boundary dragon.
"Morgan, the miracles and proofs I achieved in the past will transform into power here, paving the way for !"
Moran took a deep breath and said.
In the past, he could break through the barrier of the Inner Sea of the Planet, so dealing with a barrier made of magecraft was no problem at all.
[You hold this spear of boundaries]
[Like throwing a teor, it was suddenly hurled from your hand, the magical circle inscribed with Roman nurals layered and interlocking]
[It transford into a golden torrent crashing against the barrier]
[In just a mont, the peak of the ultimate magical barrier was pried open with ease, even piercing through the sky with its residual force]
[A mont later, only a large hole remained in the shattered barrier]
[The barrier, covered in cracks, quickly began to repair itself]
[But it was too late for its redy]
[The mont the large hole appeared, you had already rapidly dived into the castle]
[The outer barrier was the hardest]
[Other traps and internal barriers could not hinder your advance at all, completely unable to diminish your will]
[The result was also as expected]
[You once again stood before Morgan]
"Why... have you gone this far... I clearly... don't deserve you like this..."
Morgan bit her lip angrily.
She was not simply blaming Moran.
In fact, at the end of the first loop, she had seen the brilliance and miracles that Moran displayed with all his might in the Fairy Domain through magecraft.
That scene was too beautiful and dazzling.
What she witnessed was the final dance of the last dragon, devoid of sorrow and reluctance towards death.
Instead, it was filled with hope and love for the future.
That was why it was so resplendent.
"..."
At that ti, Morgan was captivated by the pure aurora.
Her feelings of love had not diminished in the slightest.
However, while her beloved opened up a brilliant future, she was still blinded by her own resentnt.
She regretted not being able to accompany him in the end.
She shed tears for being a witch.
Her heart, leaning towards darkness, and the overly dazzling dragon. The gap between the two was simply too great, too mismatched.
She harbored the vile malice of too many people.
"—Do you think I would care about these things? My brilliance has nothing to do with your darkness! Because, I only know one thing, the woman I love is Morgan le Fay!
Isn't it only natural for a man to give everything to save the woman he loves? What kind of man would he be if he didn't do that?!"
Words that felt like a reprimand pierced her ears.
Breaking through the darkness that Morgan still imposed at this point, Moran approached her as if cutting through thorns.
"You must understand, I am not brilliant for the sake of being brilliant; it's only because I want to bring you happiness that I beca like this. Don't get things backward! If you can be happy, it doesn't matter if I'm covered in filth..."
Moran stood before Morgan.
Just as he was about to touch the woman in front of him.
"I told you—don't touch !"
Morgan skillfully twisted away and kicked the unresisting Moran away.
Moran still wanted to reach out to her.
As a result, he found a pitch-black blade pressed against his neck.
"..."
Reflexive words were blocked.
His thoughts slowed down as he saw the expression on Morgan's face—
A trembling voice, an almost crying expression, almost identical to the mont she chose to leave him.
"Don't touch , I beg you—
Don't look at , I beg you—"
Morgan seed to assert that she was very dirty.
Unable to control her jealousy more than anyone else, in the end, she still could not control her selfishness.
Even she felt disgusted with herself.
"No, I will watch you more seriously than ever before, and I will want to touch you more than at any ti in the past.
You're so sad; I absolutely won't let you leave."
Moran spoke defiant words.
Even with the spear imbued with the highest curse pointed at his neck, the sharp blade almost cutting into the artery beneath his skin.
But Moran still did not hesitate.
He took another step toward Morgan...
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