[That's right, I am Jormungand!]
Jormungand Cat raised his head and announced with immense pride.
I order you to let go of my Papa immediately! He is mine! Not yours!
A pity he never accepts you, nor does he consider himself your Papa.
Master said arrogantly, raising his hand to—
Don't bully Little Jormungand!
Wood gripped Master's hand nervously and said cautiously, "Little Jormungand has been sealed in the deep sea for years. Now that he has finally gained his freedom, he just wants to find his Papa, he.."
Papa! Papa!
Seeing Wood fiercely defending him, the Jormungand Cat shouted excitedly, his fluffy tail wagging vigorously.
[I really am Papa's favorite child! Little Jormungand~ Little Jormungand is such a cute nickname! I love the name Little Jormungand! Papa~ Papa~ Papa~]
In his excitement, Jormungand Cat jumped onto the bed, his head thrusting forcefully against the thin quilt as he tried to burrow inside.
Seeing this scene—
Wood decisively withdrew his hand from Master.
Slap—
Jormungand Cat was slapped away by Master.
With intense resentment.
[.. Waaaah! Why! Papa, why did you.. It must be that Dirty Thing! Papa only did it to protect me.. Waaaah! You despicable ****! Once I grow into my complete form, the first thing I'm going to do is devour you, you bastard!]
“.. Jormungand, he.. he seems.. he seems..”
(It seemed he had said something incredibly significant.)
Wood looked at Master in horror.
Master gave a faint smile. "Rebellious children are always like this."
But—
We clearly can't continue being intimate in this situation; let's go to the next room to hold the meeting.
Master suddenly turned serious, his solemn tone making Wood feel uneasy.
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—Why must I also participate in your conversation?
Lancelot looked at the people gathered around the round table with a look of confusion on his face. "It seems my business is related to yours.."
However, you are not unrelated to this series of events that has occurred so far.
Merlin smiled and motioned for Lan Siteluo to sit down.
Lancelot glanced at Wood, then at Arthur, before sitting down tremulously, "I.. I.."
Don't speak for now.
Arthur interrupted Lancelot and looked toward Master: "You gathered us all together to play a detective's live escape room mystery?"
I do indeed have something I need to announce publicly.
Master turned his head, casting a gentle glance at Wood, before turning to glare at Jormungand Cat, who was currently sitting in the middle of the round table with a look of defiance. "Regarding this cat, all the irrational occurrences that have taken place in the North Sea and throughout the islands of England over the past few days—they all point to a single truth."
What truth?
As one of the attendees, Kent blurted it out, only after saying it did he realize he shouldn't have interrupted in such a serious and high-profile setting.
Fortunately, Master did not care.
In fact, Ken's remarks represented the confusion held by most people present.
The truth is—
Master raised his hand, gazing at Lancelot with eyes that were gentle yet filled with a sense of deterrence: "Have you ever wondered why your name is Lancelot?"
My parents named me Lancelot, they passed away long ago—
You don't understand what I mean.
Master interrupted Lancelot's argument unhurriedly, saying with an air of unquestionable authority, "There are no accidents in this world; behind every accident lies a necessity known as the thread of fate."
“—I don't understand what you mean!”
Lancelot said in horror, his tongue instinctively licking his lips, "If everything I have encountered in this world is an arrangement of fate, the one who arranged this fate is God, then I, I.."
God?
Master gave a contemptuous laugh, looking toward Arthur and Merlin.
Arthur felt his gaze, but he feigned ignorance and turned his head away, focusing on winking at Wood.
Wood: ".."
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Unable to watch any longer, Merlin gave a light cough, breaking the eerie atmosphere, explained to the bewildered and confused crowd led by Lancelot in the gentlest tone possible, "As you can see, there are two Arthurs present—to be precise, the True Arthur and another person who looks exactly like Arthur, you, Mister Lancelot, not only do you look almost exactly like the Lancelot I remember as the Knight of the Lake, but your mannerisms, your voice, your blood type, your physique.. they are all exactly the same."
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Lancelot gave a bitter smile. "Or am I the reincarnation of the real Lancelot?"
However, the real Lancelot is incapable of being reincarnated.
Merlin said slowly, "As a scholar of mythology and folklore, you should know that the Knight of the Lake, Lancelot—or rather, all the important figures in the Arthurian Legend—never truly existed. They are fictional heroes created by the people of the British Isles and France over hundreds of years, blending fantasy with bits of reality. We never truly existed, so how could we possibly be reincarnated in human form?"
But I.. after I arrived at Glastonbury Tor following the ancient records, I indeed saw you, I saw you.. I saw with my own eyes the oak tree split open, you awakening from within the tree.. That scene perfectly matches the ending of the Arthurian legends—the Mage Merlin being trapped in an oak tree by the Lady of the Lake, falling into a thousand-year slumber, awaiting the return of King Arthur..
Lancelot's voice was filled with shock and trembling: "These are all my own personal experiences! I don't believe—"
Have you ever wondered—why that person was you? Why the one who awakened the Mage Merlin was Lancelot? And why he is exactly the same as the Lancelot in Merlin's memories?
Arthur spoke, his tone gentle, yet his words were indisputable.
Because—
Because you are Lancelot.
Master spoke slowly.
Lancelot was stunned: "I, I.. Wood! You have to help me explain! I, I.. I need food and water just like you, I'm helpless when I run into trouble, I, I.. I even.."
But I am not an ordinary human.
Wood said cautiously, "Being like me doesn't just mean you aren't a normal human; rather, it shows even more that you.. you might be.."
What might I be? Do you think I am like you—Sorry! I didn't mean to offend you.
Realizing his choice of words was inappropriate, Lancelot apologized to Wood.
I know you mean no harm; you just find it as difficult as I do to accept the fact that you might not be human.
You—
You, like me, are not human.
"You are not human, just like me," Wood repeated in a calm tone.
As the words fell, Lancelot's eyes became filled with unease and terror, as if he had seen the most repulsive and loathsome thing in his life; his pupils contracted in tension, but his irises—
Oh no! He has realized his true self, he is about to—
As he spoke, Merlin raised the staff in his hand and entered a combat state.
I will never allow—
As long as I am here, the things you are worried about will absolutely not happen.
Master spoke unhurriedly, gesturing for Merlin to put down his staff.
The Jormungand Cat, crouching on the round table, let out an unsatisfied grunt as well.
Are we going to keep such a worthless thing? Let me take a bite out of him—
Don't do that!
Mister Wood was quick, covering the mouth of the Jormungand Cat before it could open its mouth to swallow: "He is my friend. No matter what happens, he is my friend."
[But that Guy..]
Jormungand Cat looked up at Wood, while Wood stared intently at Lancelot, whose entire body was undergoing a mutation as he realized his own non-human nature.
I.. I.. I..
Scales and bones tore through his skin, protruding outward, while his spine sprouted large, fractured bone ridges like the monster Godzilla. His skin was rapidly keratinizing, his skull was being ruthlessly crushed and stretched by an irresistible force.. until every inch of his body had transformed into a red monster, caught somewhere between human and lizard!
I, I, I.. I am human.. I am Lancelot.. I.. I.. I am not the Red Dragon! I'm not!
Watching Lancelot's body, which was being tightly controlled by Merlin's staff, gradually deform and twist into something non-human, a strange impulse suddenly surged from deep within Wood's heart, he said instinctively, "As long as you firmly believe you are human, you are truly human! Being human is not just a race or a physical appearance, but a state of being! So—do you still firmly believe that you are human, Lancelot?!"
I.. I.. I..
As if struck at its most vulnerable point by Wood's words, the red Monster let out continuous moans of pain, the various eerie protrusions on its body began to retract beneath its skin, gradually.. gradually..
Yes, I.. I believe I am human.. I am Lancelot the human, I.. I am not Lancelot the Knight of the Lake, I.. I.. I!
Lancelot let out a cry of shock.
He discovered that his hands, which had mutated into claws, had actually returned to their original smooth form: "I—"
Because you believe you are human, you have become human.
"Wood," he said softly, his fingertips lightly touching Lancelot's forehead.
Lancelot collapsed instantly, unconscious.
Then—