"Let's talk more later."
"Mm, I'll listen to you, brother."
Reluctantly, Melusine left Moran's embrace.
Her petite figure, like a doll, gave Moran a constant desire to protect her.
She seemed so fragile that a tight hug might break her, yet her slender limbs were incredibly long, reminiscent of a swan's delicate form, and she had a graceful face like a fairy.
She was truly an adorable little sister.
"Let's have a good chat tonight… I will tell you all about the loneliness I felt during this time…"
Melusine leaned close to Moran's ear.
Her voice was as light and crisp as a bell, filled with charm, inexplicably tugging at the heartstrings and causing restlessness.
Moran watched as Melusine turned away.
He couldn't help but feel a wave of emotion in his heart.
To outsiders, she was a noble and fierce symbol of a knight, but in front of him, she revealed her true self.
Completely shedding the knight's reserved etiquette.
It was as if she was saying that the desires of a dragon were the greatest, and the warmth of a lover was her only pursuit.
What a delightful yet exasperating little sister.
At the same time, she was the familiar Melusine to Moran.
"The Holy Lance is fine…"
Moran walked to the center of the ritual base.
At the end, the shining lance of light stood here, its sacred brilliance swirling around it like a galaxy.
It anchored this island and the ritual base.
Initially, the pillar for the ritual was a golden sword.
Later, Moran and his wives discovered that although the golden sword had a high status, it was still insufficient.
Thus, Morgan brought out the lance of light.
It replaced the golden sword as the anchor for the fixed ritual, thereby solidifying the rules of Britain.
During the first simulation of Britain, Moran couldn't find a suitable "weaving," and it was only in the second simulation that he truly found it.
Composed of the principle of the Idea Blood and the body of the magical dragon.
Then, using the Planet's Anchor of the woven rules of fixed planets, he pinned it to the surface of Britain, allowing it to persist for as long as possible, ensuring that the divine era of Britain would not fade.
"Although I can pull it out now, as long as I am in Britain, the divine era will not decline. However, there is no need for that yet."
Moran released his hand from the Holy Lance.
Others in Britain had a similar anchoring effect.
Initially, the Holy Lance was set as the pillar of the base, considering that after Moran left, Britain would lose its anchor.
Now, he could pull out the Holy Lance at any time, and it would be fine to use it as a weapon.
"I have my own life; currently, I don't plan to truly return as a king. I'll talk about it when the true law retreats. Holy Lance, please continue to support this place for a while longer.
I'm sorry; I hope you understand. This is my selfishness."
Moran murmured to the Holy Lance.
The Holy Lance seemed to respond to him, shimmering with light.
The Holy Lance, which had long fixed the base of Britain, possessed spirituality; it was originally a lance meant to stabilize rules.
Moreover, it had no objections to its master's thoughts.
Although Moran had returned to Britain, it didn't mean he had to become a king.
Moran initially became a king merely as a means. It was undoubtedly true that he was more suited to be a king than anyone else.
However, that didn't mean the person involved loved being a king.
If there were a way to allow the divine era of Britain to continue more efficiently without becoming a king, Moran would choose to do so.
"Good child…"
Moran smiled faintly.
He would continue to let the Holy Lance maintain Britain. However, the Holy Lance also hoped to exert its power in his hands.
"Hmm? Are you bored? Well, Britain is too peaceful now—hahaha!
When the opportunity arises, in the future Holy Grail War, we will step onto the battlefield together. I promise you."
Moran had not forgotten the Holy Grail War.
At that time, he might need the assistance of this lance.
The specifications of the Holy Lance were rarely comparable.
Just by the user holding the Holy Lance for a long time, the user would undergo divinization due to the influence of the lance.
It could pierce the boundaries of planets.
At the same time, it could transform a person into a divine weapon.
The prayers of the people of Britain gathered on the island,
If Moran chose to accept the divinization granted by the Holy Lance, he would be just a thought away from becoming a deity.
Unfortunately, becoming a deity wasn't fun.
What Moran preferred now was to watch the lovely children grow under their parents' guidance, like a neighborly elder.
Currently, there was no need to interfere.
That was why Moran said he would wait until it was necessary; he still had his own real life to live.
As for the burden of being the first king,
That ended when he died as a king. As for showing the light of kingship to the Blackmore clan,
That did not contradict what he thought.
The Blackmore clan was connected to him as a king, so he should respond in the identity of a king.
He felt that this should be considered two different matters.
If he couldn't even earn a compliment from this loyal clan that had existed for thousands of years, then he, as a king, would be too heartless.
Moran believed he was not that heartless.
Finally, Moran examined the ritual base.
He confirmed that there were no issues with the grand ritual base, meaning that the weakening of the divine concentration was not related to the base.
However, he still did not understand the reason for it.
But he had plenty of time.
Everyone left the ancient heart strata together and walked out of the cave back to the village of Blackmore.
When they entered the ancient heart strata, the Blackmore clan on the ground was preparing a banquet, intending to hold a celebration to welcome the king's return.
Moran readily agreed to this.
It was a good thing for the subjects to want to cheer; it allowed everyone to immerse themselves in the festive atmosphere, so why not?
Now, the entire village was filled with vitality.
People were simply happy because of the king's return, and everyone was excited about the banquet ceremony.
A long table made of fragrant wood, intricately carved with patterns, was set up in the square.
It was filled with many delicious dishes.
One could say that the festive atmosphere was everywhere, making it easy for anyone to immerse themselves in it at first glance.
This vaguely reminded Moran of something.
It was a custom that Britain still maintained to this day, which was the national day of Great Britain, celebrating the complete unification of Great Britain in the past.