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

"As a hero, she wouldn't just pass the buck to others."

"That's just avoiding the problem."

"Actually, if she just blamed all the mistakes on you, she could probably live with a clear conscience."

"But as a hero, Atalanta can't do that."

"She can't hate you like this."

"Even though she's a hero just like him, a hero the world believes can overcome the impossible."

"Her life is full of confusion and regret."

"Does someone like me really have the right to be called a hero?"

"Even though the memory of the last simulation is blurry, Atalanta still remembers that deeply etched emotion."

...in a deep pit with a strong residual magical presence.

The huntress was sprawled on the ground.

"Atalanta... you... you're not avoiding me because you hate me... you can't forgive yourself, can you...?"

Moran looked down at Atalanta beneath him.

Her once clear, sharp blue eyes.

Now they were consumed by self-blame and regret.

She couldn't forgive herself.

"I missed so much... I was always a step too late, even until the very end. I was angry with you... but I'm more angry at myself for doing nothing... The world calls me a hero, but I can't hold onto anything I want...!"

Atalanta clenched her fist and slammed it onto the ground.

Her self-abandoning demeanor was heartbreaking.

Blaming others is a sign of weakness.

As a hero, Atalanta was undoubtedly noble, prioritizing herself over resentment towards others.

"But you don't agree with her thinking."

"There's absolutely no way you wouldn't react to hearing this."

"Atalanta, you're wrong. It's not the past you can't forgive, but your future self. Because of past memories, you believe that no matter what you do, the result will be losing everything."

"No matter what you do, you can't hold onto what you love."

"But that thought is wrong. I'm right here! I can promise you, the future won't be like that!"

Moran stared intently at Atalanta.

He wouldn't allow himself or her to evade.

Perhaps it was the lack of emotional communication that led her to develop such a terrible idea.

"A promise? At this point... what can possibly be guaranteed!?"

"In the memory you have of me, my final outcome was death on this island. In reality, even if you had returned to the island with me, you still wouldn't have been able to change that outcome..."

Moran revealed more details of the past.

"You believe that Atalanta always set her own standards too high."

"She took too much blame upon herself."

"There was no cure for the demonized Gorgon at the time, and your sacrifice was almost inevitable. Even without sacrificing yourself, you wouldn't have allowed yourself to defeat the Gorgon and continue living."

"The truth is often more cruel."

"When Atalanta learned of this, she was even more consumed by sadness."

"So in the end... I still couldn't do anything..."

"At that time, yes, there was nothing that could be done. The Gorgon Sisters were family to me, no, more important than family. If you or Medea were in danger, I would have done everything in my power to save you."

Moran thought this to himself.

He couldn't place the people he loved on a scale.

Now, if Atalanta encountered a similar problem, Moran would extend a helping hand to her.

"Which is more important, the outcome or the process?"

"You lost a lot, but did you truly gain nothing in this process? No, you didn't. You should know that better than anyone."

Moran's question struck her to the core.

The ending was indeed filled with sorrow.

But the fragments of happiness gained before that were certainly not things that could be valued as worthless.

Medea understood this point.

That's why she swallowed her resentment with love.

"Ah... I, I..."

Atalanta recalled it once more.

The memory, accompanied by unforgettable regret, was of every day she had spent with him on the ship.

"Rather than blaming others as is natural, life is easier if you just push all the blame onto someone else. But you didn't do that. Atalanta, you have a strong spirit, and it's precisely because of this kindness that you are a hero worthy of the title."

Moran said this very seriously.

This was a trait that even he did not possess.

It was a shining light that belonged only to Atalanta, and because of that, she was very beautiful in Moran's eyes.

"So, I'll guarantee it for you. Since you don't have enough confidence to grasp happiness, let me hold it for you. That's what I can do for you.

Atalanta, do you want me to bring you happiness? Do you want to believe in someone like me?"

Moran was deeply affectionate and anxious.

If Atalanta refused, honestly, it wouldn't be strange if he burst into tears.

He had no cards left in his hand.

From the beginning, the situation was that his cards were all face up.

"Ah... ah, ah... ahhh—"

It was an unseemly sob.

The heartfelt words of the man she loved had hit the bullseye, and she felt her heart being twisted by her own foolishness.

He was still willing to extend a helping hand like this.

She sobbed uncontrollably, deeply realizing her own weakness.

[Atalanta believed she was incapable of obtaining happiness, and when she felt utterly hopeless about herself]

[Here, there were still arms embracing her]

[Telling her, "I will snatch happiness for you."]

[You said this—]

["I will accompany you to the very end. Even if the day you attain happiness has not yet arrived, I will constantly pray for you to find your own happiness and work alongside you. I hope you can forgive yourself; it's okay to place all the blame on me."]

["So, although it's cruel, I want you to return to your confident and radiant self from before."]

["Atalanta, I like that version of you."]

Looking at the man's slightly embarrassed smile.

She understood that he had said these words so directly, with such shyness, truly without any reservation.

However, her heart had been moved.

The gloom and confusion in her heart were gradually dissipating.

"Moran, I—"

Atalanta's eyes shone with brilliance.

The familiar huntress of the past reappeared before him.

She trusted Moran more than anyone.

Hearing those heart-touching words just now, it was impossible for her, who loved him, not to be shaken.

Finally, Atalanta reached out and grasped this light.

She chose to entrust everything to him.

ps: Emotionally, the protagonist is both broad-minded and serious; otherwise, he couldn't maintain his harem~~

Five chapters of effort! Doesn't this deserve a wave of flowers and monthly votes!~

Chapter Forty-Four: The Impending War [Seeking Flowers! Seeking Monthly Votes!]

[Responding to your sincere feelings]

[Atalanta believes you can bring her happiness]

[There are no longer any barriers between the two of you]

[Afterward, Pelasgi City was established]

[You ascended the throne, drawing everyone's attention. The people rejoiced at your enthronement, believing you would lead the nation to prosperity]

[And indeed, that was the case]

[Medea was made your Queen Consort]

[Atalanta did not choose to take on the title of Queen Consort; she chose to lead the army for you]

[For twenty years, you kept your promise and moved towards happiness with them]

[You did not neglect the governance of the nation either]

[You opened sea routes for trade with other countries. Jason, who had ascended the throne of Teteley, was the first to establish diplomatic relations with Pelasgi]

[Through the historical knowledge you studied in modern times, you consolidated your power with a feudal system, while also rapidly increasing your national strength. Your subjects all prostrated themselves before your wisdom and power.]

[With centralized rule coupled with your strategies, Pelasgi, as it grew increasingly powerful, has entered the sight of other nations.]

[Even though you are a nascent nation,]

[The four most powerful city-states in Greece dare not underestimate you.]

[The Pelasgians enjoy the protection of the Mother Goddess to the fullest and possess unique local products that other regions lack,]

[namely, the continuously produced phantasmal species.]

[Medusa, who holds the authority of the Mother Goddess, is known as the Demon Beast Mother Goddess. While her Divinity has greatly increased, she can even give birth to and nurture high-ranking divine beasts under her command.]

[The demonic beasts and divine beasts regard you as their father.]

[You lead Pelasgi in emphasizing the concept of human-beast cohabitation, where subjects and demonic beasts help each other in their lives.]

[The subjects do not view demonic beasts as tools,]

[but rather as equal partners and compatriots.]

[In the army, soldiers and phantasmal species fight side-by-side.]

[Upon seeing such a formidable army, the enemy soldiers who came to invade fled in terror before the battle even began.]

[In peacetime, demonic beasts and children play together in the forest.]

[This nation of beasts presents a scene of harmony and peace, so wondrous and beautiful that visiting bards praise it without reservation, and artists even call this land a dreamland.]

[Under your rule and management,]

[the entire nation is no longer just a nation; it is more like a child you personally raised.]

[You are revered by your subjects as the Emperor of All Beasts.]

[Although everything in Pelasgi is flourishing,]