Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!

"After growing into this form, according to the vague memories of my elder sisters and me, I have regained many of my previous powers, but using them still makes me feel very tired… I have always been a personality that doesn't like troublesome things…"

Medusa used serious matters to divert her shyness.

She is now vast in both power and existence.

Although she can't compare to the Olympian Gods, at least her former power is gradually returning.

"If I didn't have you by my side, Moran, I wouldn't be able to handle these goddess affairs. My elder sisters are only identities that accept. Without you, I can't even imagine how it would go…"

"So, you really are lonely?"

"Ugh, ugh, ugh… I'm lonely! Yes! I'm just lonely! What about it!? I'm also a goddess, can't I occasionally complain like my elder sisters…"

Medusa said as if she were throwing caution to the wind.

While her form returned to its origin.

Her personality became more direct than before, and there were subtle changes in her behavior and attitude.

But Moran knew one thing.

No matter what Medusa became, he would never dislike her.

"Alright, city planning is a long-term thing, and I have already cultivated a group of subordinates who can manage things for me. No matter how big the matter is, I can't let my goddess feel lonely."

Moran said, adding a charming smile.

Under the influence of his demonic appearance, even his wicked smile had an influence that could fascinate thousands of people.

But Medusa had already fallen in love with Moran.

She did not resist Moran's gesture of stroking her cheek at all.

Medusa knew that she could no longer be charmed by this man, because she knew that she had already fallen.

Therefore, a person who has already been charmed.

There is no such thing as being charmed a second time.

…

[Twenty years have passed]

[For the three goddesses, this was just a blink of an eye, but for mortals, it was a very long time.]

[The new generation of people on the island has grown up.]

[During this time, under your leadership and governance, the Shapeless Isle gradually expanded from a village to a town.]

[As the number of people who believe in the Mother Goddess continues to increase, and the Shapeless Isle and even the surrounding waters become more and more fertile,]

[Gradually, some people proposed the idea of establishing a country.]

[You know that doing so may attract the attention of the gods, but as the Shapeless Isle becomes more and more prosperous, sooner or later it will enter the system of a nation-state, it's only a matter of time.]

[During this time, one thing that surprised you was the arrival of Medea and Atalanta on the island.]

[When you saw them, your heart tightened.]

"Princess Medea, I wonder what brings you to this small island? Or does Colchis have a desire to establish diplomatic relations with us?"

Moran showed normal etiquette and behavior.

Part of his heart was already in chaos, and he was relying entirely on his strong psychological quality to maintain his composure.

[Looking at the beautiful and moving princess in front of you,]

[Your memories from the first simulation were also awakened.]

[How many times did you and she enter dreamland together on the pillow, and then wake up with the same happy smile.]

[She would always support you, no matter when.]

[Medea made a single request at the end of the last simulation.]

[As a result, you did not comply.]

[He was unable to return to save his beloved, and he did not bring the long-awaited wedding to the promised girl.]

[Thinking of her waiting alone for her husband to return home,]

[All kinds of regrets from the first simulation turned into shame.]

[Like silver needles, they pierced your heart.]

[At the same time, something was wrong with Medea.]

"…Eh… what's… going on…?"

Medea couldn't help but reach out to her cheek.

What she touched was the warm, moist, and crystal-clear tears.

"S-Sorry… I don't know… I don't know why this is happening… I'm being rude… It's so strange… I…"

Medea wiped the tears from her cheeks.

It was a feeling of sadness and loneliness from who knows where, as well as the joy of hardships coming to an end.

At this moment, it filled her chest.

Tears unknowingly filled her eyes, and they couldn't stop flowing out the moment she saw Moran.

She couldn't think of why this was happening at all.

There was no reason, and she couldn't figure it out.

"…Medea."

Moran's heart ached when he saw this scene.

Looking at the woman who had loved him countless days and nights in the past, now crying like this.

Every tear that fell.

Was like a bullet piercing Moran's heart.

He knew that he owed Medea in every way, but if he were to return to the first simulation and make a choice again—

Probably, Moran would still choose to return to the island.

To weigh the Gorgon sisters and Medea on a scale was too cruel for him.

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

[Fainted in front of you.]

[This time, Medea came to the island under the guise of a trip. Due to her status as a princess of Colchis, you instructed your subordinates and priests to treat this foreign princess with the utmost care and highest standards.]

[Whether the reason behind issuing this order was guilt or self-blame,]

[Perhaps, only you knew.]

Moonlight streamed through the window into the room.

Medea lay asleep on the bed.

Her full breasts still rose and fell slightly, and her body lay motionless on the bed.

As beautiful as a painting.

Those peacefully closed eyes and long eyelashes, and her lovely lips, still moist and alluring even without lipstick.

Looking at her sleeping like this.

Moran sat on the ground with his back against the wall, silent.

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

Does she remember me?

No, if she remembers me, how should I face her and explain what happened last time…?

[Your mind was filled with questions.]

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

[But, you didn't want her to recall the final outcome, because it must have been lonely and desolate.]

[You didn't face it in the last simulation because of death.]

[This time, you couldn't ignore it.]

In the silence, not knowing how many hours had passed, even the evening glow outside the window was gradually replaced by daylight.

"Ugh…"

Suddenly, a faint sound came.

It was Medea stirring on the bed.

Moran came to the edge of Medea's bed at the first moment, watching the girl who was about to wake up.

The emotions in his heart were extremely complex.

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

Even if it was an imperfect ending like the first simulation, Moran still hoped that Medea would find happiness.

What had happened couldn't be undone.

Medea's tightly closed eyelashes fluttered open, and her light blue eyes reflected Moran's figure.

Silence, both were silent.

Not knowing what kind of emotions were causing it.

For Moran, the process was very tormenting. He didn't know how to start talking to Medea.

Should he treat her as a stranger? Or like in the past?

Just as Moran was struggling with these questions.

Medea spoke first.