Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 363: Burning Loyalty and Love

For Lorelei, there was very little comfort in her childhood.

But upon closer inspection, there was still some.

In this closed, strict training environment, the only time her elders showed her humanity was when listening to the family history and the heroic epics of Britain's past.

Even now, she would not forget.

The elders' excitement when they talked about the first king was no exaggeration to call it infatuation.

Whenever they worshipped the portrait of the first king left behind a thousand years ago.

The elders held a solemn and reverent attitude.

Only at this time could the young Lorelei glimpse a trace of human warmth from her elders' behavior.

"First King, has he left?"

"No! The First King will never leave... Lorelei, never listen to those fallacies. The King's light cannot be dimmed! The King's golden glory will last forever in Britain! His Majesty must still be breathing somewhere in this world! As long as this possibility exists, we Barthomeloi have the value of guarding Britain...!"

The elders said with unparalleled stubbornness.

In their eyes, it was as if a burning fire was blazing.

"Your Majesty..."

The portrait of the king, worshipped for a thousand years.

Although the painting only showed the king's back.

However, that charm was indeed captivating.

–Black hair fluttering like a mane, the back of a hegemon, a heroic figure dancing in the flames.

This was undoubtedly a genuine work left over from a thousand years ago.

Otherwise, it would never have such courage.

"So beautiful..."

Lorelei muttered to herself in fascination.

Whether it was because that loyalty was engraved in her blood, her first thought was so incredible.

The domineering aura of the King of Light seemed to make her kneel and submit.

But, it also seemed to be embracing her.

The parched heart that had suffered the pain of the cane seemed to be filled with sweet dew, nurturing an extremely huge and ambiguous emotional entity.

Needless to say, anyone who saw this brilliant sight.

Would not be able to stop the desire to follow.

She happily bowed down to this king, and like her ancestors, was fascinated by the majesty, and was extremely grateful.

In the final analysis, this was Lorelei's entire life.

The first time she was truly convinced by something.

Courage, nobility, the might of the god of war - kneeling before the great King of Light of Great Britain, deeply moved.

The soul in her heart was excited by this.

From then on, Lorelei was no longer confused by the pain, but regarded it as the burning heat of the First King's glory.

She believed that enduring such burning pain was to get closer to the supreme realm where the First King was.

Such a price must be paid.

From the distant past, it is not known when, the Barthomeloi family, instead of pursuing the Root, began to be convinced that the First King was the pursuit of the family, and believed that this was the only thing of value in the world.

This is the result of the changing times.

Britain gave grace because of the Barthomeloi's faith. The Barthomeloi, in turn, became more loyal because of this grace.

Repeating this cycle, it could only end up like this.

It must be said that the Barthomeloi's education was extremely successful.

In this hellish, strict training, Lorelei's talent was brought into play. Those magi were not abusing for the sake of abuse, but chose to wield the cane with the idea of letting this delicate flower bloom.

She surpassed her family elders at a terrifying speed, and the effort and hard work she put in were countless.

It was as if to prove that she was worthy of that dazzling majesty.

Although, no one had ever questioned her, and no one had ever asked her to what extent she should do it.

Lorelei wanted to do this on her own initiative.

She became an all-around and perfect Clock Tower Queen.

The current Barthomeloi was complete as a magus from birth, and the previous generation Barthomeloi gave up the seat of Lord before she grew up.

They believed that this was undoubtedly the favor of the First King.

They believed that Lorelei had a talent that surpassed all previous generations, and received more of the King's favor than anyone else.

The previous generation Barthomeloi did not hesitate to abdicate.

They also felt that it was necessary to do so.

Time passed, and we returned to the present.

The past nearly twenty years of life can be summarized for Lorelei in just two words - loyalty.

To follow the dazzling glory of the First King.

She didn't care even if she was burned, and this courage and bravery were truly admirable.

She believed that this was glory, this was loyalty.

Even wanting to ascend the throne of Britain was only to get closer to the dazzling man.

"Hoo... I will listen to your opinion, but before that, I also hope that you can work harder. At the very least, you have to maintain your current appearance and not regress. Presumably, the people will also be happy and encouraged by this."

"Well, since it is the advice of a subject, then it is indeed impossible not to listen... I will also listen to your opinion. In this way, we are both learning from each other. Sure enough, the relationship between people must be a spiral upward."

The atmosphere between Moran and Lorelei eased a lot.

The latter's loyalty to Britain has never changed.

Only because Britain happened to be the homeland of the king to whom she dedicated her loyalty, she decided to spare no effort.

The morning meal ended quickly.

Moran left the hall first, and his explanation to Lorelei was that he had more important things to deal with.

Originally, Lorelei thought it was an excuse.

But when she saw Moran's unquestionable gaze, her heart was shaken for a moment.

Ever since she saw Moran showing such a kingly demeanor this morning.

Her mind had never been at peace.

"...What's going on... All I have for the new king is loyalty, offering love to other men, things like this, unfaithfulness and infidelity... How could I possibly commit such unfaithfulness...!"

Lorelei leaned against the wall and muttered to herself.

She clenched her silver teeth tightly.

She believed that this was an absolutely unacceptable situation.

Lorelei felt that loving the First King as a woman was so normal that it didn't need to be mentioned.

Seeing such a mighty man.

As a woman, wouldn't it be strange not to be infatuated?

Women should love men of this kind of spirit.

Lorelei believed that if it wasn't like this, then there was something wrong with being a woman.

Before meeting Moran, her love had never wavered, but now there was such a significant fluctuation.

Recalling Moran's teasing behavior last night.

And then thinking about the helplessness she felt when facing him this morning.

The shame in Lorelei's heart far outweighed the revulsion.

Therefore, she concluded that this was unfaithfulness.

That desire for glory was mixed with flaws.