Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess! Chapter 282: I Have Returned, Medusa

[Looking at the increasingly close Shapeless Isle, mories keep surfacing in your mind; this heart, even after a thousand years of tempering, still beats rapidly for it.]

[You know that you are such a man.]

[The reason for your continuous efforts is simple: it is for them and for the self that wishes to love them.]

[The rchant ship docks at the shore of the Shapeless Isle.]

[Without letting others disembark first, you choose to step onto the island yourself; you do not want anyone to interfere with this mont.]

[Though you maintain a calm expression, your hands, feet, and heart tremble slightly with anxiety and excitent.]

[The question on your mind remains the sa:]

[How should you speak to them?]

[There are too many emotions in your heart.]

[In fact, they have faced the end of destruction repeatedly, and each ti, they have looked at you with trusting eyes until the very end.]

[You cannot betray the trust of those who have such faith in you.]

[Thus, you find yourself thinking a lot.]

"Hmm..."

[Then, she arrived.]

[While you were pondering, she appeared without warning, about ten ters away from you.]

[You do not find this strange.]

[After all, she is responsible for protecting the two sisters and continuously eliminating the invading humans—]

[Those emotionless purple eyes and the double-pointed weapon connected by chains remain unchanged.]

[Sensing soone has intruded upon this island,]

[What she must do is still the sa: eliminate all evildoers who wish to defile the two sisters.]

[For this, she takes the initiative to attack.]

[In the past, she has killed countless heroes, but when she stands before that man, she halts in place.]

[She stops within ten ters of him.]

[She does not thrust her weapon at the man.]

[She simply gazes at you with her bewitching eyes, which have taken countless lives, in a strange manner.]

[Looking at her, so cold in deanor,]

[This awakens distant mories; she was once like this before falling in love.]

[At this mont, she does not understand love.]

[You had originally wanted to carefully choose your words for this long-awaited reunion, but it seems—your body gives an answer faster than your brain.]

"I have returned, dusa."

Moran instinctively says.

This one sentence contains all his emotions.

"..."

She does not respond imdiately.

Like being frozen, both remain motionless.

Finally, dusa's delicate body trembles.

The double-pointed weapon, which was once gripped with murderous intent, inadvertently slips from her palm.

[Excessive mories resurface in your mind.]

[dusa cannot forget your existence either; you are the man she loves deeply.]

[Countless attempts have been made to defeat the gods.]

[Now, you are still trying.]

[How painful this process is, dusa cannot comprehend, but she will never choose to ignore it.]

—Thump, thump.

The heart beats with a tremor.

Once again, her body acts faster than her thoughts; under the moonlight, dusa embraces Moran.

—Hah, hah, hah.

Their close, moist lips express deep affection.

The two suppress their breaths that threaten to escape.

Just like that, without wanting to waste a single mont, this mont surpassed all the thousands of words.

When the two finally parted, their foreheads touched.

Two pairs of differently colored eyes reflected each other's faces.

"Moran..."

dusa revealed the man's na.

Picking up all the déjà vu of the past, she felt joy at being able to reunite with her beloved.

[The two of you quietly nestled together]

[Not doing anything extre]

[Just... expressing longing in an extrely pure way, holding dusa in your arms just like in the past]

[Looking at the brilliant starry sky together]

[Telling stories from beyond Greece, those tales from within the Inner Sea of the Planet and Britain]

"dusa, what are you thinking?"

Moran noticed during his narration.

dusa's beautiful face gazed at him, lost in thought.

"Hehe, probably the sa as what you're thinking, Moran."

dusa said with a faint smile.

— Wanting to be with the person she least wants to let go of, always in the future.

With a sweet tone that could almost lt gold, she expressed a longing that did not match her mature appearance.

Her stunning beauty exuded a cold atmosphere that kept strangers at bay.

In reality, she was subconsciously very dependent on people.

Once she set her sights on her desired prey, dusa would tightly bind her target like a snake, never letting go.

After all, the reason Moran faced so many hardships was clear to dusa.

It was the old grudge between her Gorgon sisters and the gods; Moran was completely dragged down by them.

The three sisters could only rely on the strength of the man they loved.

While Moran fought bravely, she felt she could not provide much support. This made dusa feel very useless and ashad.

— She didn't want him to continue tasting painful mories because of her and her sisters' old debts.

For this reason, she wanted to step forward.

For Moran, it must be the sa.

dusa was aware of this.

"From now on, are you going to continue preparing to fight?"

"Yeah, it's necessary. I've prepared very thoroughly this ti, and if nothing unexpected happens, it should be able to end completely."

Moran's face twisted due to the hateful mories.

This was not entirely directed at the gods.

In fact, what Moran found even more hateful was his past self, who had failed to protect them.

He had promised his people and them a future.

So, he could never forgive himself for not having achieved that goal even now.

This feeling of unwillingness could not be brushed away.

Rather, Moran needed it to beco fuel.

To package himself in the na of love?

Moran had never thought of doing that; his initial motivation was resentnt and anger.

Whether it was sacrificing himself at first or leading Pelasgians to resist the gods.

Everything stemd from human anger.

There was nothing shaful about it, nor was there a need to say more.

"So, next, let's fight together again. No matter when, my sisters and I will always believe in you."

There was no gloom in dusa's beautiful eyes.

As beautiful as a gem...