Chapter 234: Small but Heavy Things
Morgan's eyes are filled with tears.
Not just her, but Artoria and the others are also in tears.
Unlike the sorrowful sobs from the last simulation.
These are tears shed from happiness.
"Ugh... I still can't get used to this prosthetic limb..."
"You are originally Albion... not many souls of fantasy species can match you... with the current skills of me and Merlin, this is already the best we can do within our responsibilities."
"I know... I didn't think much about it. I will treat this as a gift from you all and use it well..."
Moran lies in Morgan's embrace.
He can smell the charming fragrance that reassures him and see the faces he loves dearly.
For a moment, he doubts whether he is in paradise.
Having such a ridiculous thought.