[Morgan's gaze is as gentle as water]
[Not just her, even Artoria, Mordred, Guinevere, and others share this attitude]
[They will not let you leave alone]
[Since we have been companions for nearly two hundred years, we must at least be together in this final mont]
"It really has been a very happy ti, making it feel like a hundred years hasn't been that long..."
Artoria sat on the edge of the bed.
She also placed her hand on the back of Moran's right hand.
Moran took a deep breath.
He never expected the won would make such a choice; originally, this was sothing he could do alone.
Yet, each of them was so willful.
"The happy tis I spent with you, Moran, are longer than anyone else's. In this final mont, let us live in this happiness together, just like this Britain that continues to the end of the future..."
Artoria wore a smile so happy it was enviable.
She spoke these words with sincere wishes.
Logically, upon hearing the won make such a decision, he should have been furious at first.
"You have made us happy for so long; why not let this last day end beautifully in our final monts...
Moran, do you love us?"
Guinevere held Moran's left hand.
Her affectionate gaze and radiant smile reflected in his eyes.
There was only one answer to this question.
"Guinevere... Morgan, Mordred, Artoria, lusine... I love you all more than anyone else... but this... I..."
Moran whispered with trembling hands.
Various complex emotions collided in his chest, almost crying out to say he couldn't do it.
He didn't want them to choose to die together.
Even though Moran could understand their perspective, he just didn't want his wives to make such a choice.
"Then let us love you in the way we want; this is the last request of this life. Can you agree to it...?"
"Guine...vere... you are... forcing into a corner..."
Moran almost squeezed the words out from his throat.
But he couldn't get angry or scold them.
Tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes, knowing that the won's will at this mont was incredibly serious.
He also understood why they were so calm.
They probably had been prepared for this for a long ti.
"I'm sorry... I know this is very despicable... but... no matter what... I love you, Moran..."
Guinevere also knew this was wrong.
However, she resolutely decided to do it.
Always intelligent and with two hundred years of deep experience, she now acted recklessly due to the love that had settled in her heart.
It wasn't recklessness; it was a decision made entirely based on emotional reasoning after rational thought.
[Guinevere knows that you love them the most]
[If this love is used as leverage]
[The husband who has fought for this happiness and love could never say anything to refute them]
[Won are willful and dangerous beings]
[You think this from body to heart]
[Just as Brunestud once proposed a farewell for love, the won now propose a wish based on love]
"Father, we have made our decision. If you have the strength, co stop us... Britain no longer needs to worry; I have beco a knight, a king. I am very satisfied with this life... Father, you are the aning of my existence in this world; I want to always be your daughter."
In the past, only Mordred would act recklessly.
Now, several won, like Mordred, chose to follow their own desires and make what they believed to be the best choice.
"I should be furious right now...
But... your expressions are just too happy... it's too unfair... in the end, you've put in such a difficult position..."
Moran sighed deeply.
Tears fell from his weathered face full of wrinkles.
"Dear husband, isn't it the most unfair to want to leave alone first? You promised that you would bring happiness until the very last mont... You've said so many tis in bed with us over countless nights; don't say you've forgotten."
Morgan revealed a proud smile.
With her wisdom, Moran couldn't even argue back.
He had indeed said such things before.
He could only bow his head and concede to his clever wife.
"The greatest mystery of Britain should not end in tragedy... My happiness is you, dear husband. I can't imagine a world without you by my side. So, please forgive our willfulness."
Morgan spoke softly.
At this point, Moran could no longer say anything more.
He could not change this matter.
"Don't worry; we won't do anything aningless. We will dedicate everything to the ritual foundation afterward. We will further solidify its conceptual scale and ensure the future of Britain. This is a layer of insurance; lusine will continue to watch over it in the future."
"You've even planned this step..."
Moran had nothing more to say at this point.
This was definitely not a spur-of-the-mont decision.
The won who had lost their beloved had no intention of seeking substitutes; the happiness they held onto was enough with just one.
"lusine... what about you...?"
"I will follow the duty of protecting Britain, but I do not intend to find anything else to fill my heart.
I only need my elder brother. I will fall into a deep sleep, and when Britain needs , I will awaken then."
[Even lusine is so resolute]
[Everyone is like this]
[Seeing the won make such willful requests, you also, in turn, enacted a bit of willfulness——]
[You wish to see Britain one more ti with them]
[To look at this land that has left countless mories for you, the sky you have gazed at countless tis, and the beautiful sea you have looked out at so many tis]
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