That serpent absolutely cannot be Jormungand. I know Jormungand, he would never do such a thing.
Master's attitude was domineering, leaving no room for rebuttal.
Staring at Master in shock, his tongue trembling, he stammered, "Wh-what did you just say? You.. you know Jormungand, and.. you even.."
Merlin also knows Jormungand, although he and Jormungand have never had any formal contact.
Hearing this, everyone looked toward Merlin beside them.
Merlin smiled helplessly and explained, "I do indeed know Jormungand, but unfortunately, by the time I knew him, he had already fallen into a long slumber. Before Jormungand, whose massive body is large enough to encircle the atrium, any known power of mankind is.. is.. is powerless.."
The Monster beneath the Alpha Oil Platform is also—
That Guy beneath the North Sea might be massive, but in front of Jormungand, He is still a tiny existence.
Merlin said without a second thought.
“Then—”
Ken looked toward Wood: "What's the deal with 'Papa'?"
“'Papa' is just 'Papa,' what other meaning could there be?”
Arthur suddenly appeared, defending Wood with an ambiguous attitude: "If you are so certain that the thing beneath the North Sea is Jormungand, Wood is that thing's Papa—wouldn't Wood then become the famous evil god 'Loki' from Norse mythology? With greasy black hair, wearing a green robe, sporting golden horns?"
I hate the black hair, green robe, golden horns design; it's full of the stereotype that 'this guy is an evil, ugly, dark wizard.'
Wood couldn't help but mutter, "As you can see, my hair is a beautiful bright gold, I hardly ever wear green, I have no interest in wearing strange, exaggerated hats."
The design of black hair, green robes, a golden horned hat was created by Americans! We all know that a place with only a little over two hundred years of combined history lacks any real foundation; the things they create are always filled with presumptive stupidity and frivolity.
Ken, realizing that both Arthur and Wood himself were extremely dissatisfied with the crude conclusion that "since the monster underwater might be Jormungand, then Wood = Loki," worked hard to soothe their emotions.
However—
I understand your grief, I wish for a definitive conclusion regarding the matters in the North Sea just as much as you do, but if you dare to reach conclusions or make decisions that please me not based solely on speculation—
Master smiled, a smile that sent a chill down the spine of every member of Avalon present.
..
..
By the time the Avalon group, led by Ken, finished cleaning up the blood and body fragments surging from the bath, it was already ten o'clock at night.
Master signaled the Butler to escort them away, while he himself led Wood, Arthur, Merlin into the study.
The matter regarding the waters beneath the Alpha Oil Platform—
You intend to step in and resolve it?
Merlin asked, feeling both shocked and delighted.
Master nodded: "I didn't want to bother with that thing originally, but it has gone too far this time!"
You mean—
Yeah.
Master nods: "Merlin, have the Avalon side prepare a ship for sea travel. Tomorrow or the day after—in short, it must be as soon as possible."
Understood.
Merlin nodded and departed as a streak of golden light.
Master looked at Arthur again: "How long do you plan to stay here?"
Are you trying to drive me away?
Arthur asked a question he already knew the answer to.
Master: "Is there someone here trying to make you stay?"
“..”
Arthur looked at Wood.
Wood turned his head, pretending to admire the London night view outside the window.
.. Alright.
Arthur shrugged helplessly, preparing to leave.
Master suddenly said, "Is the Holy Sword still by your side?"
You want to borrow the Holy Sword?
Arthur was surprised. "I do not know the true identity of the thing in the North Sea, but one thing is certain—to humanity, that thing is a terrifying Monster comparable to Jormungand, even if it is not Jormungand itself! Although, in the face of Jormungand's vastness, it is actually not worth mentioning."
So I want you to lend the Holy Sword to Wood.
Master said coldly, "He is about to become a Hero, the Hero I need."
Him?
Arthur looked at Wood in confusion for a long time—
Take it!
As the words fell, the Golden Holy Sword flew from his body and plunged into the carpet in front of Wood.
Then, Arthur vanished.
Master looked at Wood, who was staring at the Holy Sword in a daze, said, "I will use the most familiar and efficient method to teach you how to use the most mysterious Holy Sword in the history of England."
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Author's Note: Excalibur and Sword in the Stone are two different swords. The Excalibur in FATE is the sword in the lake, which is the Holy Sword~
The one doing bad things at the Seabed is not Little Jormungand; Little Jormungand is actually a very well-behaved child~
Thanks to readers "Suisui Wei Jun Ge", "Qing Yun", "kiki", "Heibai Nuomi Tuan", "Lan Mei Xiao Yang", "a", "Lan Wu", "Yuan Zhong Ren De Yi Yu Zhong Li", " ", "Qian Duo", "Shi Yi", "Shi Yi", "Er Jiao", "Gu Lu Gu Lu", "Xing Ye", "Half City of Sand", "moonlit", "Min", "Riyue Taosan Huan", "Yi Tuo Da Yan" for the Irrigation Nutrient Solution.
Chapter 42 True and False Arthur (12)
First, you must sincerely accept the concept that your body is a Vessel, a Scabbard for the sword. Only then can you resonate with the Holy Sword and use it.
Mm..
Try closing your eyes. Imagine the sword being stored within your body in its complete form.. Do you think it should be stored in your right arm or your left arm? Your right leg or your left leg? Or..
Ngh.. ah..
The movement of the fingers stirred memories of sweetness and shyness intertwined deep within his body, causing Wood's body to go weak, nearly making him lose his footing.
No slacking off on this opportunity.
Master suddenly sharpened his tone and ordered Wood to open his eyes.
I originally planned to have you close your eyes and gradually accept the sensation of the Holy Sword within your body through vivid imagination, but you were lazy just now, so—now, open your eyes, watch yourself in the mirror as you gradually accept and accommodate the entry of the Holy Sword.
B-but..
Wood tried to protest, but his eyelids were forced open by Master's power, his eyeballs staring fixedly at himself in the mirror and at the Holy Sword, which was currently moving through his body in a golden cursor state.
Will it.. will it really not.. not pierce through my body?
No.
Master's voice lingered by his ear like a gentle breeze, stirring the deepest part of his body—
I, I..
You seem a bit overly excited.
“..”
(Can one really maintain complete rationality at a time like this?)
Wood grumbled inwardly.
Master's fingers followed the flow of the Holy Sword, resting just above the lower abdomen: "The lower abdomen is the third most sacred place, second only to the brain and the heart; it is believed to be the manifestation of the Holy Grail within the human body."
“I.. I..”
Knobby fingers slid repeatedly near his navel, Wood felt both an itch and a sense of dread in his heart. Trembling, he said, "Boss.. you aren't planning to.. to store the Holy Sword inside my abdomen.. then.. then wouldn't I be unable even to sit.. because the sitting position would.. would.."
Worried that the Holy Sword being stored in your abdomen will pierce your internal organs?
Mhm! Mhm!
Wood nodded repeatedly.
It is evident that you have yet to truly understand what I mean.
The Man sighed ambiguously, his fingers tracing a complex rune around his navel: "The Holy Sword absorbed into the body does not retain its sword form; you have absolutely no need to worry about being stabbed by it."
Ah?
As the words fell, a light began to shimmer around Wood's navel, the Holy Sword slowly emerged, falling into Master's hands.
“Are you surprised?”
Yeah.
For what follows, you must not only study diligently, but also think and observe carefully—the requirement for you to face the mirror throughout is not a punishment, but a necessity for your education—the mirror allows you to detect your own minute errors in real time, helping you better sense the subtle changes the Holy Sword brings to your body.
..
..
The instruction-heavy training conducted entirely in front of the mirror left Wood overwhelmed; before the lesson was even finished, he was panting heavily, his muscles aching to the point of collapse.
But due to the instructor's extreme rigor, even as his legs shook and trembled, he still had to brace himself firmly against the mirror with both hands, keeping his eyes wide open and practicing meticulously according to the lesson.
.. Have you ever wondered why it was you?
A harsh yet warm question suddenly rang out from behind him.
Wood did not answer; he feared that if he opened his mouth, what would escape would be—
Every meeting in this world is a long-awaited reunion.
Master walked up behind Wood, holding a glass, said softly, "No matter how long the separation, a trace of the other person remains deep within the heart, in the moment of meeting, one realizes that the person is the right one.. It is just like this between you and me.. Even if you no longer remember anything, even if.. it remains.."