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

[If only I could have solved the problem with him,]

[Instead of going our separate ways.]

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

[Compared to hating you for breaking your promise,]

[Atalanta hated her own lack of frankness even more, condemning herself for not doing anything as a hero.]

[The most regretful thing was not being able to express those feelings.]

[Just when she had finally made up her mind and prepared herself, she heard that her beloved had died in his hometown, always one step too late.]

[The huntress knelt in the temple and wept bitterly.]

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

[That would just be avoiding the problem.]

[In reality, if she just blamed everything on you, she probably could have easily continued living with a clear conscience.]

[But Atalanta, as a hero, couldn't do that.]

[She couldn't bring herself to hate you like that.]

[Even though she was a hero just like him, a hero who the world believed could overcome the impossible,]

[Her life was full of confusion and regret.]

[Did someone like that really have the right to be called a hero?]

[Even though the memories of the last simulation were blurry, Atalanta still remembered those deeply etched feelings.]

In a deep pit mixed with lingering magic power.

The huntress's figure was knocked to the ground.

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

Moran looked at Atalanta beneath him.

Her once clear and stern blue eyes.

Were now consumed by emotions of self-blame and regret.

She couldn't forgive that version of herself.

"I missed out on so much… in the end, I was always one step too late. I was angry at you… but I was even angrier at myself for not doing anything… The world calls me a hero, but I couldn't hold onto anything I wanted…!"

Atalanta clenched her fist and slammed it into the ground.

Her self-destructive appearance was heartbreaking.

Blaming others was a sign of weakness.

As a hero, Atalanta was undoubtedly very noble, prioritizing self-reflection over blaming others.

[But you didn't agree with her way of thinking.]

[There was no way you could remain indifferent after hearing those words.]

"Atalanta, you're wrong. It's not the past you can't forgive, but the future version of yourself. Because of the memories of the past, you believe that no matter what you do, it will always end in losing everything.

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

But that's wrong. I'm here now! I can promise you that the future won't be like that!"

Moran stared directly at Atalanta.

He wouldn't allow himself or her to avoid the issue.

Perhaps it was the lack of communication on a deeper level that led her to develop such terrible thoughts.

"Promise? At this point… what can you possibly promise!?"

"In that memory of yours, my final fate was to die on this island. Actually, even if you had come back to the island with me back then, you still wouldn't have been able to change that outcome…"

Moran revealed more details about the past.

[You believed that Atalanta was ultimately setting too high a standard for herself.]

[Taking on too much of the blame.]

[At the time, there was no cure for the Gorgon's curse, and your sacrifice was almost inevitable. Even if you hadn't sacrificed yourself, you couldn't have allowed yourself to survive by defeating the Gorgons and living on.]

[The truth was often even more cruel.]

[Atalanta was even more consumed by sadness after learning this.]

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

"That was true at the time, there was no way. To me, the Gorgon sisters were family, no, more important than family. If you and Medea were in danger, I would spare no effort to save you too."

That was what Moran truly believed.

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

Now that Atalanta was facing a similar problem, Moran would extend a helping hand to her.

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

You lost a lot, but did you really gain nothing in that process? No, that's not true, you should know that better than I do."

Moran's question struck her heart directly.

The ending was indeed full of sadness.

But the moments of happiness gained before that were definitely not something that could be dismissed as worthless.

Medea understood this very well.

That was why she embraced love and swallowed her resentment.

"Ah… I, I…"

Atalanta once again recalled.

The memories that accompanied her unforgettable regret were every day she spent with him on the ship.

"Instead of naturally blaming others, it would be easier to live if you just put all the blame on someone else. But you didn't do that. Atalanta, you have a strong heart, and it's because of that kindness that you are a true hero."

Moran said very seriously.

This was a quality that even he didn't possess.

It was Atalanta's own shining light, and that was why she was so beautiful in Moran's eyes.

"So, let me promise you. Since you don't have enough confidence to grasp happiness, then let me help you grasp it. That's what I can do.

Atalanta, are you willing to let me bring you happiness? Are you willing to believe in someone like me?"

Moran was both affectionate and apprehensive.

If Atalanta refused, he honestly wouldn't be surprised if he cried.

He had no cards left to play.

He had been showing her his hand from the very beginning.

"Ah… ah, ah… aahhh—"

It was an unseemly sob.

The sincere words from the man she loved hit their mark, and she felt heartbroken at her own foolishness.

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

She sobbed uncontrollably, deeply realizing her own weakness.

[Atalanta believed that she didn't have the ability to obtain happiness, and when she felt hopeless about herself,]

[There, there was still a pair of arms embracing her.]

[Telling her, let me take happiness for you.]

[That's what you said—]

["I will be with you until the end, even if the day you find happiness hasn't arrived yet. I will always pray for you to find your own happiness, and I will work hard with you. I hope you can forgive yourself, even if you put all the blame on me, it's okay."]

["So, although it's cruel, I want you to go back to being the confident and radiant person you once were."]

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

Looking at the man's slightly embarrassed smile.

She understood that he was very shy to have said such straightforward words, truly holding nothing back.

However, her heart had already been moved.

The darkness and confusion in her heart were gradually dissipating.

"Moran, I—"

Atalanta's eyes sparkled.

The familiar huntress had returned.

She trusted Moran more than anyone.

After hearing those touching words, there was no way that she, who loved him, wouldn't be moved.

In the end, Atalanta reached out and grasped that light.

Choosing to entrust everything to him.