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

Seeing the woman he had loved for countless days and nights in the past, she was now crying rivers of tears.

Every tear that fell.

Felt like bullets piercing Moran's heart.

He knew he owed Medea in every way, but if he could go back to the first simulation and make a different choice—

He probably would still choose to return to the island.

Weighing the Gorgon Sisters against Medea on a scale was simply too cruel for him.

[In the end, Medea, overwhelmed by inexplicable emotions]

[She fainted before you]

[Medea came to the island this time under the guise of an outing. Given her status as a princess of Colchis, you had your subordinates and priests entertain this foreign princess with the utmost caution and highest protocol]

[Whether guilt or self-blame lies behind issuing this order]

[Perhaps, only you yourself know]

Moonlight streamed through the window, bathing the room in its glow.

Medea lay on the bed, fast asleep.

Her full chest rose and fell gently, her body still on the bed.

Beautiful as a painting.

Her peacefully closed eyes and long lashes, her lips, still dewy and lovely without lipstick.

Looking at her as she slept.

Moran sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, silent.

Even now, memories of the last simulation flashed through his mind, warm memories he didn't want to forget.

Did she still remember me?

No, if she remembered me, how would I face her, how would I explain what happened last time...

[Your mind was filled with questions]

[Somewhere in your heart, you wanted Medea to remember you]

[But you also didn't want her to recall the final outcome, because it would surely be lonely and desolate]

[In the last simulation, you didn't face her because you died]

[This time, you can't ignore it anymore]

After an unknown number of silent hours, even the evening glow outside the window was gradually giving way to daylight.

"Mmm..."

Suddenly, a faint sound could be heard.

It was Medea stirring on the bed.

Moran immediately went to the edge of Medea's bed, gazing at the girl about to wake up.

His emotions were incredibly complex.

But, in the end, he prayed for one outcome.

Even if it was an imperfect ending like the first simulation, Moran still wished for Medea's happiness.

What happened cannot be undone.

Medea's tightly closed eyelashes fluttered and opened, her beautiful pale blue eyes reflecting Moran's figure.

Silence. Both were silent.

It was unclear what emotions were causing this.

For Moran, the process was agonizing; he didn't know how to speak to Medea.

Should he treat her as a stranger? Or as before?

Just as Moran was grappling with these questions.

Medea spoke first.

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Chapter 41: Love Conquers Resentment [Seeking Flowers! Seeking Monthly Votes!]

"Moran... Lord..."

A tone so familiar it sent shivers down his spine.

In a daze, it felt like he was being transported back to the last simulation.

"Medea... do you remember...?"

Moran froze for a few seconds before asking.

Medea's face was a mix of emotions as she woke up, unable to process Moran's question.

She had seen something while she was unconscious.

She saw a scene from her childhood dreams.

A woman, both strange and familiar, gazed out at the coast, as if waiting for someone's return.

Waiting, and waiting...

She didn't know how many days and nights had passed.

It had been so long that Medea, watching as an observer, wanted to urge her to stop, but she couldn't enter the dreamscape.

She could only see that beautiful figure under the moonlight.

So sad and so lonely.

Perhaps she knew long ago that the person she waited for would never return, yet she couldn't help but gaze at the coast.

Every time she saw this blurry dream repeated, A sadness would infect Medea's heart, as if she could empathize with such loneliness.

This feeling lingered even after she woke up.

As she grew older, The scenes in her dreams became clearer.

And it was precisely because of these strange reasons that when she heard there was an Undefeated Hero on The Invisible Island, Her heart felt a jolt.

A strong impulse drove her to go there.

It was so strong that she couldn't ignore it.

The King of Colchis, who doted on his daughter, didn't refuse Medea's request. He even sent people to escort her on the long journey.

This was also why Medea was able to meet you.

"I... have some memories..."

Medea's voice held a slight hesitation.

Her reaction struck Moran as very strange.

"Lord Moran... You made a promise to me... and I am the one who waited for you... right?"

"...Mmm."

Moran's heart tightened.

Looking at Medea's eager desire for an answer.

As expected, he couldn't avoid her.

"...Ah... it was probably me..."

"It really is Lord Moran... Medea has finally seen you again! What should I do... How should I react...?"

Medea, on the other hand, was a bit flustered.

The overwhelming emotions that surged from the bottom of her heart upon seeing Moran's face caused her to faint.

The scene she saw in her sleep was no longer blurry.

It was clearer than ever before.

"Medea, you... aren't you angry with me?"

"This..."

As the two discussed the most critical topic.

Moran could no longer ignore the past issues. He never liked to ignore problems, as if they never happened.

Moreover, this time, he was the one who made a mistake.

"To be honest, although I have memories, they aren't very clear. There are only a few things I remember quite clearly... Of course, I remember that Lord Moran broke his promise to me."

Medea's eyes overflowed with resentment as she spoke of this.

Moran had no intention of resisting her gaze.

"I'm very angry, extremely angry, so angry that I want to grab my magic staff and swing it around!"

Medea subconsciously picked up her staff, her voice filled with indignation.

Her action, as cute as a little lamb, Was enough to imagine the extent of her anger.

Moran gritted his teeth, fully prepared to be punished.

No matter how Medea unleashed her anger upon him, he felt it wouldn't be excessive.

"Although I accepted the memories as an observer, I know very clearly that it was one of the few requests I made, and Lord Moran still broke it! You're the worst!"

Medea raised her staff, intending to strike.

Just as the staff was about to hit Moran's face, it stopped in mid-air, a millimeter away.

She hesitated, not bringing the staff down.

"Mmm... Even though I'm so angry, so heartbroken that I can't stop crying, I still can't lie to myself..."

Medea's staff fell to the ground.

Tears followed, falling onto the bedspread as well.

"Rather than being angry at Lord Moran... the first thing I felt when I saw you were alright... wasn't anger or sadness... it was happiness... So happy that I felt it was truly wonderful to be alive..."

"Medea..."

Moran looked at the sobbing girl.

[Not all memories are sad or lonely]

[Besides seeing herself waiting for your return, Medea also saw countless precious memories]

[Researching magic together in the workshop]

[Cooking delicious meals together like a silly married couple]

[Experiencing various adventures together]

[Creating deeds that became legends in Greece with everyone on the Argo, cherishing every moment by your side]

[These little things washed over Medea]

[The girl waiting for her lover's return did not harbor only resentment; she always maintained the most sincere love]

[This love conquered resentment and sadness]

[Indeed, it was the driving force behind her constant watch over the sea]