Type-Moon Simulator: Start the game by attacking the Greek goddess!

This has always been his favorite place.

He, Artluqi and Zhu Yue had played here before, leaving behind countless beautiful memories.

Now, Artluqi has grown up.

Even though she was such a headache every time she returned to the city, she was still his incredibly lovely daughter.

"........."

Elquet looked at the sea of flowers.

Her lifeless eyes seemed to have a little more color.

He slowly reached out his hand and grabbed the flying petals.

The pure white petals nimbly swirled around Elquet's fingertips, like elves playing with her.

"Haha, pretty, right?"

Moran handed her the flowers the moment she turned her head.

That dull little face was full of confusion.

"Elquet, this sea of flowers is my first gift to you. You can accept my flowers. At the same time, expressing gratitude when accepting something is also the most basic etiquette..."

"....grateful?"

"Yes, thanks."

Arquette took the flowers from Moran.

There was still confusion on her little face.

However, when Moran saw it, he just smiled and put his hand on her head and stroked it gently.

The two of them were just surrounded by this sea of flowers.

Just like the most beautiful painting in the world.

Ps: Care for empty-nest elderly people ().

Chapter 68: Sisters Meet [Please give me flowers! Please give me a monthly ticket!]

[This is the throne forged in blood]

[Countless bodies of compatriots fell at my feet, and I watched them perish in madness and despair.]

Even with my eyes closed, the feeling of the blade swinging down comes to mind—the feeling of a blade as solid as iron and stone, unstained by a drop of blood, blending seamlessly with the delicate, soft, vibrant flesh.

Even if thousands of years have passed

You can't forget this feeling either.

[The heavy and long memories are soaked in blood, but there is a scene of pure white that cannot be tarnished.]

[In the sea of flowers, she is still so beautiful]

[Whenever I was consumed by the urge that almost burned my soul, this scene would appear in my mind]

[Even to the point where every cell in my body is wailing]

[Can also persevere tenaciously]

[I don’t know how long this state can last, nor do I know when this dream will end.]

"...Did you dream about it again?"

Moran took a deep breath.

Even though this body is full of vitality, the soul has long been scarred by struggle.

The hall in front of me looked empty and cold.

Although it is very gorgeous and solemn.

But what is more filled in it is emptiness.

"....Moran....Why do you always sleep like this...?"

A lovely and pleasant voice came from my ear.

A hint of warmth permeated the cold hall.

Moran, who was originally immersed in a dream of blood, came back to his senses and couldn't help but smile kindly.

Young Arquette was asking him questions.

"I am very old, but I don't have the vitality like you, Elquet..."

"Old...? Moran, aren't you a True Ancestor? You taught me a few days ago that True Ancestors don't age..."

Elquet's expression remained puzzled.

It's like a child who can't solve a math problem.

His expression was confused and uneasy.

"Yes, I am a True Ancestor, and the strongest True Ancestor right now, but my soul is very old... The oldness I'm talking about is different from the aging of living things I mentioned earlier..."

Moran spoke slowly like an old man in his twilight years.

The tone is also very gentle.

The only thing that felt out of place was his young face, which was clearly different from his tone and demeanor.

Maintain this appearance all the time.

It's like he's stubbornly trying to protect something.

His nostalgic and tender expression was touching, but Elquet felt a little inexplicably sad.

"Could it be... Moran... Will you die...?"

Elquet's face was full of anxiety.

Her tender little hand quickly grabbed Moran's palm.

It was as if she wanted to keep the man in front of her by her side and not let him leave to a place where she couldn't find him.

“…I don’t want you to die!”

Elquet said uneasily with tears in her eyes.

There were bursts of tears in his voice.

[Suddenly, you look at Elquet who said this]

【The memory seems to be brought back to a long time ago】

[Back under that sad and nostalgic full moon, Zhu Yue also said these words to him at that time]

[Now, young Elquet]

[Said it out loud]

"Don't cry. People will eventually part ways. Until then, I will try my best to stay by your side... Elquet, you are the last proof of my life. I want to teach you that death does not mean the end."

Moran took Arquette's hand.

The two walked slowly together.

You know your time is running out.

[It will take even longer to finalize the principle of the Blood Ring. I may not be able to solidify the foundation in this lifetime.]

The principle you are attached to is inheritance.

Although one of the two major goals was not achieved, the ultimate True Ancestor has been born in your hands.

[Arquette is still very young]

[She will definitely inherit your principles in the future, and even allow the Moon King to return to this castle.]

That scene must have been amazing.

[But, you know that you will not be among them]

[Just to suppress the urge to suck blood, you have already consumed nearly 90% of your strength.]

[Even, only two hours a day are awake]

The critical point is approaching faster and faster, and you know you need to make the final preparations.

"Zelritch, it's been at least five hundred years since we last met, right?"

"Yes, it really was a very long time. Among True Ancestors, it's rare to find someone who can persist as long as you, Moran. You're the only one. That girl... is she the hope for you and the Moon King?"

The Second Magician Visits Millennium City

You and he have been brothers for a thousand years.

[This Jewel Master, who, like you, learned the true teachings from the Magic King, understands your situation better than anyone else.]

"Yes, Arquette. The culmination of technology created by all of us True Ancestors. However, she is still too young..."

"Well... I won't beat around the bush, Moran. How much longer can you hold on now... It's been almost three thousand years."

Zelrich's eyes showed worry.

Most of the old friends he knew were buried by time.

Now, I can meet him.

I'm afraid you can count them on one hand.

"A conservative estimate would be that I can only hold out for another hundred years at most, and a more conservative estimate would be only a dozen years. If I participate in the battle, I'm afraid...

I haven’t thought about this question for a long time, and I’m ready to face it.”

"...Really? You're ready."

Zelrich hesitated for a moment.

In the end, he sighed as if giving up.

"If my predictions are correct and nothing unexpected happens to the Holy Church, they'll soon be asking for assistance from us True Ancestors. As someone on the Magic Association side, you've probably seen how overwhelmed everyone there is with the Dead Apostles."

"Do you want the church to enter this ancient city?"

"Haha, I have my own ideas. Elquet is too young in every way. I want to pave the way for her and Altluchi... Even if we don't talk about the Holy Church or the Magic Association, the biggest problem is still in this city."

Moran's tone was very flat.

But the amount of information revealed is not low.

Only this king who has been hunting the True Ancestors for thousands of years could say this so calmly.

"Are they the True Ancestors..."

"Well, True Ancestors are inherently arrogant and proud creatures. Their class consciousness doesn't apply to us from the start. After I'm gone, Zelrich, I hope you can help look after Elquite and Eltluki."

"You really have everything arranged."

Zelrich shook his head with a headache.

However, he did not refuse directly.

"Oh, it's just my senior brother's last wish. Could it be that you, my junior brother, won't even help with this last bit of help?"

"Are you using your status as a senior brother to pressure me? Don't be so distant. I'm not so heartless as to not even help you with this kind of thing. Even without you telling me, I'll help you look after them. At least while I'm still alive, they'll be fine."

Zelrich answered solemnly.

Then, the two of them toasted and drank the wine together.

Like saying a final goodbye.

There is no need for them to say too much as they have been friends for thousands of years.

[Several years have passed]

[Altluci returned to Millennium City and once again completed her mission to defeat the Fallen True Ancestor]

[Just like you in your youth, you were so heroic and dashing]

She rushed back this time for two main reasons: first, she noticed your condition, and second, she heard that the True Ancestors seemed to have created some ultimate weapon.