The expressions of the women slightly froze.
Even Morgan couldn't help but twitch at the corner of her eye.
Then, a painful cry echoed.
"Ugh! Is this how you treat a hero!? I'm still in a state of overdraft… it hurts, it hurts…"
"It's your fault, husband. Showing off like this, do you know it made my heart skip a beat?"
"Hahaha… I just wanted to lighten the mood…"
Moran showed a very relaxed smile.
Being pinched at his waist when he was least prepared and most exhausted made him involuntarily gasp.
Especially since Morgan pinched him just right.
Neither hurting him nor going too far.
[You are no longer the perfect king you once were]
[Now you are just an ordinary man like your subjects, merely an ordinary man with rich experiences]
[A sword can cut through skin and cause bleeding]
[Illness can also keep you awake at night]
[You have to eat three meals a day just like everyone else, and you must work at sunrise and rest at sunset]
[Your appearance will gradually fall into aging]
[All the pains that ordinary people experience, you will also go through, but this process is two or three times longer than that of ordinary people]
[But this is not something to be sad about]
[On the contrary, you still hold expectations]
[Thinking about spending such a future with your many wives, there is hardly any regret left in your heart]
[Everything you will go through in the future]
[Will also become precious memories, and you will surely not feel regret no matter what]
"Father is being too much. Do you know how worried we are about you? Please reflect on this. You should know best how sad we were last time."
"Ah… this… I will reflect…"
Moran awkwardly touched his nose.
It was rare to be lectured by his daughter, Mordred.
It truly made him feel embarrassed.
However, Moran's actions did indeed wash away the gloomy atmosphere, making the women around him break into smiles.
The sad expressions turned into looks of reassurance.
Warmth and tenderness shone in their eyes.
They immersed themselves in this warm atmosphere with Moran, filled with countless hopes for the future.
"After this, do we not need to care about this place anymore?"
"If it's this base ritual, Ria, you don't need to worry. It will operate on its own. Unless it has the ability to destroy the British Isles, it is basically impossible to destroy this spell. Besides, Morgan and Merlin are still here; they will take care of it. No need to worry."
[You had already discussed this with the two women early on]
[Even if the two women do not have the ability to oversee the base, the spell has a self-maintenance function set up]
[There is no need for others to worry]
[Morgan and Merlin showed gentle expressions, and their attitude verified Moran's words]
[The women also felt relieved]
[They had gone through so much with you to reach this point, and now being told that the great task is accomplished indeed brings forth a feeling that is somewhat unreal. A bit hard to adapt]
[Born in darkness and chaos, you]
[Now, have created a dazzling future with your own hands]
[You can hold your head high]
"Moran, when you return to Camelot…"
"I will return to Camelot… I will probably abdicate… Let Ria take my place; no one in Britain is more suitable than you now, right? This was also Uther's original wish. It's a pity that the title of the perfect king has been taken by me~"
Moran expressed his preordained thoughts.
Let the ministers and subjects remember the undefeated perfect king, and let his figure be fixed at this moment.
[Although you have lost all your powers]
[Even if this matter is spoken of]
[It is likely that no one would want you to abdicate; the knights and ministers would still hope you continue to lead]
[In the eyes of your subjects and subordinates]
[You are the god who opened up a new era for Britain; even if you have lost all your powers, that wisdom will surely protect them as they move forward, and no one will look down on you for this]
[You brought peace and abundance to your subjects; you ended the darkness and turmoil for the people. You have restored the miracles of Britain, allowing the mysterious fragrance to remain forever]
[As long as you still exist in Britain]
[Hope will remain here]
[No country can maintain the appearance of the divine age like Britain does today. The magical beasts and fantasies that survive on the island will forever regard you as the greatest king.]
[This process from zero to ten]
[Is too difficult for the people; they have many more possibilities. Of course, that will be their responsibility in the future. You, as the king, have already done too much and sacrificed too much.]
[At first, it was just a desire for a little happiness.]
[Looking back, however, it has created an ideal kingdom.]
"I set it up this way in the spell, and later, it will be you, Ria, who takes over the throne. As for me, I can retire.
I initially became king just as a means, and now that the ideal has been realized, it's about time I step down."
Moran expressed his initial thoughts.
This was something he couldn't say in front of his subjects and subordinates; it was only something he could share with his wives.
"Indeed, you can't always let people rely on you.
You have done so much for Britain; the future now belongs to Britain. I will also make all the arrangements during my tenure, and when the time comes for this island to choose a new king, I will hand everything over to the new king."
Artoria smiled gently.
She understood how much effort Moran had put in along the way and knew it was time to let this strong man rest.
"Can't I be the king? I can prove that I have the talent to be a king too."
"Mordred…"
Moran thought about that image.
In the palace, the incredibly serious and dignified Mordred.
He had no doubt about Mordred's abilities.
It was just that he felt the image was too subtle, seeing his own daughter grow into a king like this.
As a father, he found it a bit hard to adapt.
"Father, do you think I don't have that ability?"
"No, quite the opposite. Mordred, you have the talent of a king.
I won't deny that. As for the rest… well… I find it a bit hard to imagine."
"What is that supposed to mean…? What kind of answer is that…!?"
Mordred pouted.
However, hearing Moran acknowledge her talent, she couldn't help but feel joy.
This answer was enough for her.