Type-Moon Simulation: Conquering Greek Goddesses From The Start!

"I'm sorry, I failed you."

"Lord Moran..."

Medea, weeping, was embraced by Moran.

The man seemed to want to make up for past, unfulfilled regrets, offering his everything to the girl.

He knew what had happened couldn't be changed.

So, he chose to focus all his attention on the present.

"I know it's unforgivable, but I want to make amends, and this is all I have to offer. I can't change the past. If you're still willing to accept, I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Medea, I wish for your happiness..."

Moran spoke with utmost sincerity and affection.

[You know that words spoken by a betrayer hold no persuasive power.]

[This is all I can do.]

[Perhaps only by sacrificing my life can I repay this debt.]

[However, this is something you cannot do.]

[The Gorgon Sisters still need you to lead the Invisible Island, and your people need your guidance.]

"How despicable... you know I can't refuse..."

"Yes... I am such a despicable and shameless man, but I still want to try my best..."

"Hmph... I guess it's because I fell for Lord Moran, who is like this... I've never regretted falling for you... I'm such an idiot, aren't I?"

The two gradually held each other close.

Medea didn't know her fate in the dream world, but she remembered her final emotions very clearly.

Not anger, nor hatred.

What she held onto in the end was longing for her lover.

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"Lord Moran, Medea's happiness is being with you. This time, will you stay with me until the end?"

"Yes, I will."

"As expected... I love Lord Moran the most! From now on, I'll make up for every single regret! No matter what, I won't leave you, and you're not allowed to leave me like that again!"

"I promise."

Moran, with a more serious attitude than before.

He forged a vow with Medea.

It wasn't that she wasn't angry with Moran.

It was simply that her love was far stronger than her sorrow and hatred, strong enough to drown them out.

Without any intervention or influence from the gods.

She affirmed that she deeply loved Moran.

"Lord Moran, tonight isn't over yet. I... miss you so much... I want to be with you..."

Medea could no longer suppress her love.

The joy of finally seeing her beloved again after enduring hardships had also ignited her desire.

Her slender fingers gripping his wrist, her eyes full of longing.

All were hints to Moran.

"Heh, you're so impatient. Medea, this time I won't let you feel even a trace of loneliness..."

Moran also didn't hide his feelings.

They both laid them bare.

As they made a pact with words, their closer skin contact was like a brand, stamping their seal.

[Medea chose to stay on the Invisible Island.]

[The King of Colchis doesn't know how you abducted Medea, but he absolutely will not agree to his daughter marrying into a barbaric land.]

[However, after Medea expressed her true feelings and her younger brother Aeëtes's counsel,]

[The King of Colchis finally gave up on war.]

[Aetes still disapproves of Medea being with you. Medea has been declared no longer a princess of Colchis and is henceforth unrelated to Colchis.]

[Medea doesn't care about her reputation.]

[She chose to be with you because of true love.]

[You plan to hold a grand wedding on the Invisible Island in the near future, a wedding that should have happened long ago.]

"So, I'm not a princess anymore. My father is very angry. If it weren't for Aeëtes, he probably would have really started a war."

"What, having regrets?"

"Not at all. I'm very happy right now, though I am sorry to my father. I truly wish he could bless us..."

Medea's expression turned sad.

Severing ties with her family wasn't an easy thing for her.

However, she wanted to pursue happiness.

Happiness and reality were almost mutually exclusive choices, and Medea had simply chosen the former, losing the latter.

"Heh, that day will come. Also, the name of our city-state has been decided: Pellasgi. Although you're no longer a princess of Colchis, you can still be my queen. I just don't know if Your Highness is willing."

"Do I even need to ask? Mmmhmm, I only have one answer: wherever Lord Moran goes, I will follow!"

Medea knew that life couldn't be perfect in every aspect.

Every choice brought with it a loss.

Now, she had found the most important thing in the world.

She wanted to hold onto it tightly.

"By the way, Lord Moran, have you thought about how you're going to face Atalanta? I know you're very charming, and quite the womanizer, so women will always fall for you wherever you go..."

"Uh... are you jealous?"

"Hehehe, I'm not jealous."

Medea's beautiful smile was captivating.

The hands holding Moran tightened their grip slightly.

It was obvious she was jealous.

"Atalanta... she glares at me the moment she sees me. No one dares to come near when we meet. It wouldn't surprise me if she said she'd shoot me with an arrow, but this is indeed my fault..."

"Indeed, Lord Moran broke his promise first."

Medea's dark side emerged.

She hit a point Moran couldn't possibly refute.

She herself had waited for Moran for a very long time back then, so she was clearly on Atalanta's side.

"...I will handle it."

Moran didn't say much more.

He would settle the debts left over from the previous simulation in this one.

[You and Medea returned to The Invisible Island]

[On the way back, you happened to run into Atalanta]

[Atalanta frowned the moment she saw you, then turned and took another path without saying a word]

["This can't go on like this anymore"]

[Driven by this thought, you chased after Atalanta]

[As expected, you immediately engaged in a battle between warriors in the wilderness, the roars echoing across the island]

[No one dared to intervene in this battle]

Arrows rained down like a torrential downpour.

The ground was exposed with deep pits, as if gnawed by locusts, and the overflowing mana aftershocks could easily kill a person on the spot.

This was not a place ordinary people could tread.

However, one figure could move freely within it.

"Hah! Atalanta!"

Moran shouted, unleashing his mana.

He charged headfirst into the arrow storm, rushing towards her.

[You arrived before Atalanta]

[You knew this wasn't due to your agility]

[How could arrows shot by Atalanta, renowned throughout Greece as a hunter and a fellow Hero, possibly miss you entirely?]

[You guessed the most likely reason]

[Perhaps she didn't intend to hit you with an arrow in the first place]

"Why... why... are you still chasing me like this... In the end... I couldn't do anything... Nothing at all...!"

Atalanta cried out, collapsing on the ground.

Feelings of unwillingness, regret, and self-blame surged within her.

[Unlike Medea's situation at the time]

[In the first simulation, you promised to go find her in Arcadia, but that promise was clearly not fulfilled]

[At that time, Atalanta had just returned to Arcadia.]

[She found the Moon Goddess she believed in. When she spoke of wanting the goddess's forgiveness, she was instead told that the one she loved had already died in her homeland.]

[The goddess had no reason to lie to her.]

[Atalanta's first reaction wasn't resentment, nor anger towards you. What filled her heart first was self-blame and the feeling of powerlessness to help the one she loved.]

[As a Hero, she wouldn't complain.]

[You know Atalanta isn't a weak woman. While she can be cold to others, it's built on the premise of her own formidable strength.]

[For this, she regretted and blamed herself.]

[If only she could have expressed her feelings more frankly, if only she had been more straightforward and decisive.]

[Would the outcome have been different?]

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[If only I could have helped him solve his problems by his side.]

[Instead of parting ways.]

[If I had been by his side at that crucial moment, at least I wouldn't have ended up with a conclusion where I couldn't even express my true feelings.]

[More than hating you for breaking your promise,]

[Atalanta hated her own lack of frankness more, condemning herself as a Hero who did nothing.]

[Her greatest regret was not revealing her feelings.]

[Just when she had her resolve and preparations in order, she heard that her beloved had died in her homeland. No matter when, she was always one step too late.]

[The huntress knelt in the temple, weeping.]