It wasn't just her who entered.
There were other familiar people to Moran, and his vague consciousness told him that they were all his wives.
"Morgan…?"
"Hmm, it's me, I'm here. It's me, Morgan le Fay. That's great, Moran, you didn't forget me this time…"
Morgan gently held Moran's hand.
Speaking as if teaching him.
"Do you… still remember me?"
"Ah, of course… I remember… Why do you look so worried… What happened to me?"
What he saw were the worried faces of his wives.
Surrounded by such gazes.
This made Moran feel a sense of unease, as if he had been receiving such care for a long time.
"It's nothing, you just fell asleep. This time you slept a little longer…," Morgan said.
"Oh, I see…
Then Mordred… doesn't she have to stay in the palace… As a king… it's not good to neglect state affairs…"
Mordred remained silent for a moment and said, "Father, I abdicated decades ago… Now a new king is in power…"
"You… abdicated… How could I not think of that…"
Moran frowned slightly, deep in thought.
[You feel like you have forgotten many things]
[But you remember that the selection mechanism for the king of Britain is abdication, determined by the foundation of the British Isles]
[It's unlikely that Mordred was passively abdicated]
[It must have been her active abdication]
"Moran, you don't need to worry about these things. Britain is still prosperous today. The foundation we created has chosen a new king among the people, just as we initially envisioned…"
Artoria also chimed in.
The king selection mechanism they initially envisioned was not hereditary but determined by the capable individuals of the British Isles.
[Even commoners, or transformed beasts]
[Even outsiders from beyond the island]
[As long as they can maintain the prosperity of Britain, the British Isles will choose the most suitable person to become the lord of the island]
[The criteria for this selection were established by you and your wives]
[It is sufficient to operate for hundreds of years into the future]
"Is that so… that's wonderful… It's just a pity… I seem to be unable to move my body… and I can't remember many things…"
"Hmm, that's right… um…"
Morgan did not answer Moran's question.
It seemed she was just comforting him, stroking his hand.
As if facing a senile old man.
Senile old man? Is that so…?
Moran still had some memories of the events before his abdication.
[This was the price you paid to ensure the eternal existence of Britain, nearly exhausting the principle of the Idea Blood]
[You gave all your strength, becoming like an ordinary person]
[You are facing aging and death]
[The reason for your senility and physical weakness is probably due to two hundred years of aging]
[You are now nearly two hundred years old]
[Having crossed nearly three centuries]
[You do not know how long you have been senile, nor do you know how long you have spent in slumber]
"I… have faced death more than once… But… no matter how many times… I can't deceive myself… Morgan… I am really scared… scared of leaving…"
Moran was like an ordinary person in the literal sense.
After two hundred years of enduring countless joys and happiness, he felt fear like a mortal at the end.
As if returning to the very beginning.
This is something every living being would feel afraid of.
There was no need to pretend to be the perfect king in front of his wives; Moran showed his truest self to his loved ones.
And, he could only show it to them.
"Don't be afraid, we will be with you…"
Tightly, Morgan's grip on Moran's hand became stronger.
Just like that, his fear was slightly alleviated.
However, he still felt afraid.
As a mortal, Moran cherished things more, but he also gained the fear that every mortal should have.
At that moment, footsteps were heard again.
After hearing the news of her brother's awakening, she immediately put down her duties and hurried from Camelot.
With flowing, smooth silver hair and a petite figure.
She was still as adorably charming as ever.
"…Melusine."
"Brother!"
Melusine saw Moran and instantly showed an expression as if she was about to cry.
But she quickly came to his side.
"…Again… are you busy with Britain…"
"Hmm… this is the country you created, brother. I will always lend my strength…!"
"That's just like you to say… However, I have one thing I want to ask of you. Don't push yourself too hard; I don't want you to become self-destructive after I leave…"
Moran's memories were indeed very vague.
He could still recall some things with effort.
He clearly knew that Melusine was a piece of dragon meat.
If he were to leave first.
She would probably revert to being a piece of meat, then once again endure loneliness and sadness.
"Don't worry, Sister Morgan and Merlin have already resolved this matter… Your blood flows in Britain, brother. After you leave, I promise to watch over Britain…"
"Has it… been resolved… I see… If it's Morgan and Merlin… there won't be anything they can't solve…"
Moran showed a calm expression.
Having capable and virtuous wives like this, one could say there is nothing more fulfilling than this.
However, there was still unease in his heart.
He even forgot about Melusine.
He must have participated in this matter, but Moran had no impression or memory of it—
In other words, he too, was running out of time…
Recalling everything in this life.
He fought to gain his wives' trust, guided the people as a king with brilliant glory, and ultimately built such an ideal kingdom.
Everything was so fulfilling and beautiful.
There was no thought of wanting to start over.
To pass away under the gentle gaze of his beloved wives, he couldn't imagine a better ending than this.
As Moran's consciousness grew dim, he once again heard Morgan's voice calling him.
"…Are you asleep again?"
"Not at all… I was just thinking about things. In the end, if it can be like this, I feel like no one could be happier than me."
"I see… There's something else I want to tell you…"
Morgan's tone was very gentle.
However, a hint of determination shone in her beautiful eyes.
"Moran, after our discussion… we cannot allow something like you sneaking away alone… In the end, we must be together, even if what awaits us is death."