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

[The twelfth century was the era when Fallen True Ancestors were most rampant]

[The original number of True Ancestors, which was in the thousands, is now only fifty. The river of time ruthlessly washes away everyone]

[Why are there only fifty left?]

[Because the True Ancestors outside of these have either been defeated or have fallen in the outside world, cruelly preying on their victims]

[The vast majority of them were personally killed by you]

[Not to mention, the True Ancestors are increasingly tormented]

[They have suppressed their urge to drink blood for too long, and it is even difficult for them to have the spare energy to go outside to defeat the Fallen True Ancestors]

[Most of the work is handled by Altrouge]

[But, Dead Apostles are not enough after all]

[There must be True Ancestors with sufficient strength, even you think so]

[The gap between Dead Apostles and True Ancestors is like a chasm]

[It is a degree that cannot be measured at all]

"Whether it's the Fallen True Ancestors or the constantly increasing Dead Apostles, we can't let any of them go!"

"Arcueid, she is undoubtedly our perfect creation!"

"Now send her out to defeat our fallen brethren, she only needs to have knowledge related to killing! She doesn't need useless self! What we need is a qualified executioner!"

[The True Ancestors are constantly expressing their opinions]

[On the throne, you are supporting your face with a fist in one hand]

[You are watching Arcueid]

[She is like a commodity placed on an auction table, and her personal consciousness does not exist in the True Ancestors' discussion]

[Even Arcueid herself]

[Probably, she doesn't understand anything, right?]

[Or rather, she doesn't even have the concept of not understanding, standing there like a weapon]

"Hmm…"

Moran closed his eyes as if thinking of something.

It's about the future of this maiden.

[In the future, she will only be used as a means of killing]

[Covered in blood but without scars]

[The scarlet color staining her dress is only the blood of her brethren, and both the past and the future only allow her to be a weapon of slaughter]

[Every time the maiden returns from a mission, she is imprisoned in the depths of the castle like a fallen star]

[Falling into a slumber from which she cannot wake up by her own will]

[The white maiden has never known her fate or story, only gazing at the moon from afar]

He unconsciously became thirsty.

He thought of Brunestud of the Crimson Moon, with whom he had spent his past.

Something inside him seemed to be stirring.

The noise in his ears was rising and falling.

The True Ancestors completely regarded Arcueid as a modern missile, only wanting to launch her to eliminate the vampires outside the Castle.

Once released, it would guarantee the destruction of the target.

Arcueid has this kind of strength.

"—No, Arcueid, leave her management to me."

Moran opened his sleepy eyes and said in a deep voice.

The sounds that were still being discussed stopped abruptly.

"King, how do you intend to manage her?"

"I never intended to regard Arcueid as a weapon. She is our comrade, a beloved daughter flowing with my blood. How could I treat her as a weapon?

I will teach her knowledge, give her intellect. I will take care of her and love her like I love Altrouge!"

Moran's tone was firm and forceful.

The True Ancestors of his generation had long since died.

The True Ancestors below the stage are just his descendants, and their status is not on the same level at all.

"King! This is the result of the hard work of all our comrades! If we give Arcueid intellect and wisdom, it will only be a burden for her to defeat Dead Apostles and fallen comrades! This is an unnecessary thing!"

"Hmph, my mind is made up. If you are not convinced, then you can challenge me. Know that as long as I am still in this position, I am still your king! In these two thousand and seven hundred years, I have personally killed countless comrades. The True Ancestor race may have been exterminated by my own hands!"

Moran chuckled as if mocking himself.

However, no one dared to question him.

The True Ancestors knew how unfathomable Moran was, and they had witnessed his battle with the Moon Princess when they were young.

Even now, it is still deeply imprinted in the minds of the True Ancestors.

As long as he is alive, he is the absolute authority.

[You suppressed the criticisms of the True Ancestors with an iron fist]

[At the same time, you decided to take good care of Arcueid]

[The True Ancestors couldn't disobey your decision, but they had indeed put a lot of effort into creating Arcueid]

[Although no one dared to disobey your orders]

[However, they harbored dissatisfaction]

[Of course, you are also aware of the inner thoughts of the True Ancestors, but you don't care at all about what they think]

[They just regard you as an old fossil]

[It's no wonder they do]

[After all, your urge to drink blood will explode sooner or later, and as a ticking time bomb, you are indeed dangerous]

[It is estimated that they were willing to offer their strength to create Arcueid, also thinking of it as a precaution. Using her to solve you, who will inevitably fall sooner or later]

[You are the most powerful True Ancestor]

[No one can imagine what it would be like for this True Ancestor King, who fought with Brunestud of the Crimson Moon, to lose control and go berserk due to his inability to suppress his urge to drink blood]

[If it weren't because they were the last of their kind]

[Perhaps, you wouldn't even communicate with them]

[You are also aware of the Fallen True Ancestors that need to be dealt with outside, and the constantly increasing number of Dead Apostles]

[Perhaps, the True Ancestors' ideas are right]

[But right, doesn't mean correct]

[You want to be a little selfish for the last time]

"Ah, these old bones of mine, over two thousand years old, it seems it's time to leave this castle… Otherwise, those little brats might really think I'm old."

Moran took Arcueid to the sea of flowers in the courtyard.

Here has always been his favorite place.

He, Altrouge, and Brunestud of the Crimson Moon used to play here, leaving countless beautiful memories.

Now, Altrouge has also grown up.

Although she is a headache every time she returns to the Castle, she is also his incredibly lovely daughter.

"…"

Arcueid gazes at this sea of flowers.

Her listless eyes seem to gain a bit of color.

She slowly reaches out her hand towards the dancing petals.

The pure white petals nimbly avoid Arcueid's fingertips, like spirits playing with her.

"Hehe, beautiful, isn't it?"

Moran hands her a flower the moment she turns her head.

Her wooden little face is full of confusion.

"Arcueid, this sea of flowers is the first gift I've given you. You can accept this flower from me. Also, expressing gratitude when receiving something is the most basic etiquette…"

"…Gratitude?"

"Yes, gratitude."

Arcueid takes the flower Moran offers.

Her little face is still blank.

However, Moran just smiles and gently strokes her head.

The two of them are in this sea of flowers like this.

Like the most beautiful painting in the world.