Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 414: Saving You in the Darkness

[Through the manipulation of nature]

[You leap through the waves like a dancing seagull, and the tentacles formed by the sea of chaos brush past you.]

[Tiamat's attacks are disorganized.]

[In order to awaken the Primordial Mother's rationality, you face her roar head-on and break into it.]

[Enduring the magical power fluctuations caused by her roar.]

[It's like repaying the sins for the past beings, every step you take is so heavy.]

[People built her body into the world.]

[It can be said that persecuting the mother based on self-existence is undoubtedly a sin for the primates.]

[It is an arrogant and helpless necessary sin.]

[If they didn't do that, it would be destruction for the many primates, they just chose their own world.]

[In your opinion, it is indeed understandable to do so.]

[But the key is that no one chooses to face this sin, but chooses to throw it in an invisible corner. This approach is the real mistake and cannot be tolerated.]

[So, as a king who once saved the world,]

[You choose to face the original sin of all things.]

[The Primordial Sea that was once abandoned by the children, now the Beast of Return harboring hatred and pain.]

[You break through the obstacles with deep determination.]

[Finally, you come to Tiamat in the face of heavy pressure, holding the Golden Magic Sword in your hand.]

"The child of man once used your body to create the world, and the sentient beings living in the world based on your body undoubtedly bear sin. That's why, Primordial Mother, I will face your hatred and anger."

Moran came to Tiamat's presence.

Gazing at her face, wet with tears.

Those pinkish-purple beautiful eyes were as moving as stars.

The eyes are the windows to the soul, and through this window, Moran saw a trace of rationality emerging.

So sad that one couldn't help but feel a tremor in their heart.

For a moment, Moran recalled the gods of the past, their actions of wielding their blades against the Primordial Mother before him.

He is repeating what the gods once did.

——Is this really okay?

Raising his arm high and gripping the Golden Magic Sword tightly, the flow of time around him seemed to dull in an instant.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through Moran's mind.

Looking again at that dignified face, wet with tears, and the pain residing in those pinkish-purple beautiful eyes.

——I can't, I can't make the same mistake again.

In an instant, Moran let go of his hand.

The light of the Golden Magic Sword also dissipated, and it fell into the viscous black mud.

Facing the tidal wave that was about to strike again.

Moran only made one choice.

"Aaaa...?"

Tiamat's roar became weak.

In it, a sense of confusion was revealed.

Because the person who was originally rushing towards her with a sword in hand, after coming to her, chose to lay down the butcher knife.

Not wielding the sword, but opening his heart.

Giving a hug as if saying he would accept everything, embracing the beast stained with mud and hatred.

"Aaaa..."

Tiamat blinked her beautiful eyes lightly.

She still didn't understand this behavior.

Didn't the child in front of her want to kill her?

Didn't he want to deny her?

"Mother of all living beings, our mother. I will not swing my blade at you, nor will I commit the sin against you again. I will not choose the path that all living beings once chose. So, please believe me. Even if you were once abandoned by all living beings, there are still people here who love you."

Moran hugged Tiamat tightly.

Not caring at all about the mud on her body, he gave comfort with his broad chest.

Harboring apology, admitting sin.

Still wanting to save her who is in the darkness like this.

That is the wish that the man possesses.

The Primordial Mother dedicated everything to creation.

Then, she experienced the tragic fate of being abandoned.

Her body and memories together.

Quietly, slowly, peacefully.

Returning to the bottomless abyss.

A very dark, very distant, very lonely place—it was so cold and lonely.

It's been a really long time, a very, very long time.

So long that it makes people feel like they will never wake up from their sleep, and even now they will shed tears for the betrayal of their children.

But, just for a moment.

She felt warmth.

So warm, it was a feeling she had never experienced before.

It was a very distant memory since being betrayed by many children, before facing the children with blades.

This is love, the love that the children offered her.

Sweet and nostalgic.

She couldn't remain indifferent to such a precious thing that the beast that had been wailing and roaring wanted to obtain.

"..."

Tiamat stopped roaring.

The chaotic sea that was restless around her returned to calm.

Her bright and beautiful eyes gradually became brighter.

"Ah... Ah ah..."

Tiamat let out a fragmented sobbing moan.

The chains that bound her hands broke.

Her delicate and soft palms reached out to Moran, gently stroking the contours of his face.

"Tha... Thank... you..."

The voice came out of her throat intermittently.

Tears welled up in her pinkish-purple beautiful eyes.

Different from the tears shed earlier because of grief, but because of the warmth she felt after a long time.

She was as if she had been saved.

It was a sight of happiness that one couldn't be jealous of.

"You... don't want to kill me... but... treat me... as a mother... loving... Thank... thank you..."

[Tiamat's principle of action is very simple.]

[Her danger is based on the children denying her.]

[Because she was initially in a victimized position, she attacks all creatures without saying a word.]

[But, if this position does not exist,]

[The answer is very obvious.]

[If the child does not reject her love and acknowledges her existence, she will only fulfill her original duties.]

[This principle is loving the child.]

"It's been so, so long... since I've felt this... For so long... I've been alone... in the darkness..."

Tiamat's words were incredibly sorrowful.

At the same time, they were incredibly excited.

For thousands of years, she had been alone in this imaginary space, her consciousness already sinking into chaos.

She had always been in pain and sorrow because of this.

Convinced that she had been abandoned by all her children.

But here, there was someone who came to save her not by chance, nor on a whim, but specifically to save her...

Not to kill her.

But to cherish her as a mother, wanting to shower her, who was in pain and darkness, with love.

Wanting to atone for the sins of the children.

Someone like that appeared before her.