Type-Moon Simulation: Conquering Greek Goddesses from the Start!

[Eldest sister Stheno and second sister Euryale are both pure goddesses, the embodied manifestation of male longing.]

[The price of their immortality is becoming the most fragile beings in the world.]

[They are goddesses who cannot survive without relying on others.]

[Yet they still chose to raise you.]

[As goddesses and as family, they are irreplaceably important to you.]

Though this was merely a simple life simulation, Moran retained all the detailed memories.

To him, it was no different from a second life.

Precisely because he knew how fragile his two sisters were, he couldn't bring himself to lose his temper with them easily.

Even though they possessed no ability to survive on their own.

They still chose to raise him.

Aside from her teasing, malicious personality, Stheno hadn't done anything particularly excessive. Instead, she had gradually pulled Moran from infancy to adulthood.

"Eldest sister, I seem... to be late..."

Medusa cowered timidly behind a stone pillar.

Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, yet Stheno still caught it clearly.

"Medusa, didn't I remember instructing you to guard the treasure chest together with that Great Serpent? You can't even accomplish such a small task, and you dare to disobey your sister's orders—it seems I'll have to punish you thoroughly tonight..."

"Guh! I'm prepared for it!"

"Very well, then to show me your resolve, Medusa, go and defeat the hero Moran."

Stheno's beautiful eyes were full of amusement.

Sure enough, she saw hesitation in Medusa's gaze.

Ever since Moran had arrived at The Invisible Island.

The targets of the two sisters' teasing were no longer just Medusa—Moran had been added to the list.

Perhaps out of shared empathy.

The relationship between Medusa and Moran was very close.

So close that it even made Stheno a little jealous.

"I'm sorry, Moran, but eldest sister's orders are absolute—I have no choice..."

"Well, I'm used to it by now."

Moran shrugged, gripped his sword, and assumed a stance.

After all, they were stuck with such a willful eldest sister, and they were each other's only family on this island.

[You and Medusa engaged in a fierce battle.]

[Stheno played the roles of both director and actress, choosing to side with you during the fight.]

[Medusa, unable to defy her eldest sister, naturally lost.]

[Perhaps the outcome between the two of you didn't matter at all—Stheno had only wanted to see Medusa's conflicted expression from the start.]

"You can't even carry out the order to fight with all your strength? As expected, a foolish little sister is just a foolish little sister. It seems punishment is truly necessary."

"Eldest sister... I'm sorry..."

Medusa lowered her head in shame.

Stheno smiled lightly at her appearance.

In truth, no matter what Medusa did, she couldn't escape—Stheno would always come up with some excuse to bully her.

"Hehe, Medusa is quite bold, isn't she? Then I suppose I have no choice but to join in. I'll help deliver the punishment too."

Another person stepped into the arena.

If Stheno was the embodiment of nobility and allure, then she was the idol girl of purity and cuteness.

This was the second sister among the three, Euryale.

Medusa could only resign herself to her fate with a sorrowful expression.

"What's this...?"

"Moran, these are the leftover flowers and plants I had after decorating. You can kneel down, accept them with tears streaming down your face, and thank me."

Moran caught the flowers and plants Euryale tossed over.

He immediately noticed medicinal herbs mixed in for treating injuries.

"It's fine to share some with Medusa too. After all, that stuff is just excess weeds to me—I happened to pick up too much along the way, so I might as well throw it to you two for disposal."

"Mmph... Second sister... thank you so much...!"

Seeing that the flowers and plants were also meant for her.

Medusa accepted them and quickly voiced her gratitude.

Euryale nodded with satisfaction and said:

"A goddess unilaterally giving things to others is usually impossible, you know. Mm, this time it's just trash disposal—don't go getting any ideas."

"..."

Moran didn't know whether to call her out on that.

Clearly, these herbs were specially prepared by Euryale.

She was worried about her younger brother and sister getting hurt.

Though the two sisters had sharp tongues on the surface, they cared more about Moran and Medusa than anyone else.

Both Stheno and Euryale were like that.

When faced with someone unworthy of affection or beneath their notice, the two women could be so cold that even Cerberus would tremble.

It was precisely because they loved more than anyone.

That they delighted in teasing this way.

To Stheno, this was the best proof of her love for her younger brother and sister.

Loving others and teasing others.

In truth, these two things didn't conflict much.

"Moran, I permit it. You may now pour out your gratitude to me to your heart's content~!"

"Wow... thank you so much... Lady Euryale, big sister..."

"Hmph... so perfunctory! Not a shred of emotion! Where's the love and faith a younger brother should have for his elder sister!? Don't run! Moran! Stop right there!"

Euryale clenched her small fist and cried out sharply.

Before she could say anything more in complaint, Moran had already bolted away.

That was a typical day for Moran on The Invisible Island.

Chapter 4: Drink This Sweet Blood [Please send flowers! Please send monthly tickets!]

[You are awkwardly cherished by Stheno and Euryale, fighting alongside Medusa against monsters and invading heroes]

[Though it is a daily life as bland as white rice]

[Yet from it, you feel a happiness and joy you never had as a Magus]

[If you could, you would want to protect them forever]

The Simulator's narration recounted Moran's inner journey.

He knew that beauty could not last forever.

[As usual for the past twelve years, you prepare an exquisite dinner for the three sisters, and night quietly falls]

["Euryale and Stheno are going to punish Medusa tonight"]

[Thinking of that pitiful Medusa being bullied by her two elder sisters, your choice as her younger brother is—]

One: Help Medusa.

Two: Since the two elder sisters won't actually hurt Medusa anyway, obediently prepare dinner for them as always.

Two options suddenly appeared before him.

Moran switched from first-person perspective to a god's-eye view.

This life simulation system was almost laughable—the sudden pop-up options inevitably reminded him of Type-Moon's origins.

Whether Tsukihime or Fate.

They all started as fantasy games with different choices and dozens of endings.

This Simulator was probably the same type.

"I choose option one."

Moran went with his gut feeling.

As an old Type-Moon fan who knew the flow well, he trusted his instincts. Also, he couldn't just ignore Medusa.

As the saying went, young and ignorant, one doesn't know Rider's worth.

Mistaking Saber for a treasure on earth.

This little rhyme, Moran remembered clearly before his transmigration, and now he was firmly on Medusa's side.

Naturally, he would only choose to help Medusa.

In countless nights past, he had seen her lonely, desolate figure bathed in moonlight.

She had always accompanied the young Moran.

Of course, Moran wanted to care for and protect her.

[You set down the ingredients—rather than preparing dinner first, you want to rescue Medusa from your two elder sisters' clutches]

[You track them down by their aura.]

[However, during your search, you catch a faint, abnormal scent of blood—Medusa's blood.]

[You burst into full speed toward the source of the bloody smell.]

[There, what you see is—]

The night was as if frozen.

All things came to a standstill.

The moon hid behind dark clouds, as if ashamed to witness this scene; the flickering firelight in the forest was like paint splattered on a canvas.

[You glimpse the alluring scene within the woods.]

"Hah... eldest sister... Moran..."

Medusa exhaled a heavy breath, her cheeks flushed.

Her purple eyes seemed veiled with a watery sheen.

The one who had reduced Medusa to such a state was her eldest sister, Stheno, whose sharp fangs had pierced her fair, delicate skin.

Crimson blood trickled down her neck.

"This is your punishment, for defying your elder sister. You have no right to refuse."

A bewitching smile graced Stheno's face.

She cast her gaze toward the edge of the forest.

Noticing a fourth person had stepped into this domain, her smile seemed to gain an extra layer of delight.

"Moran, you've come as well. Perfect—since this is a punishment, no one can be left out. Come over here too."

Stheno licked the remaining beads of blood from her vermilion lips.