"Who the hell are you, if not?" Roland's heart was panicking like crazy. Any transmigrator would be scared stiff if some old man suddenly popped up in front of him, opened with his real name, and then added, You don't belong to this world! Just look at whether that guy who transmigrated would panic or not, and that was that.
"You are..." Roland suppressed the shock in his heart and forced himself to speak calmly.
"...That makes sense. It's normal that you don't recognize me! But I have seen your ancestors. Blood of the same origin flows in your veins. Oh, right—tell that little fellow in your arms to stop hiding!" the old man said with a smile.
"Are you Tom Bombadil?" Roland calmed down and quickly locked onto the target. In his current location, the only big fish he could draw in, aside from that wave of Nazgûl, were the elves and Tom Bombadil.
"Mm, that's me! You can call me by other names too, though it doesn't matter. They're all just forms of address!" Tom Bombadil said with a smile.
"Roland! Run! Run now! This is a true god! Not a demigod! We're in serious trouble!" Dos's voice suddenly rang out in Roland's mind, and the confident smile Roland had thought he held under control instantly froze dead on his face.
"Little fellow, come out and have a chat. Looks like you recognized me!" Tom Bombadil turned his head without the slightest concern, found a stone, and sat down. Then he beckoned toward Roland's chest, clearly calling to Dos.
"God of the Forest?" Dos crawled out of Roland's arms, looked at Tom Bombadil, and slowly spoke.
Clang! Lavien's sword fell to the ground with a dull sound.
"Your Majesty..." A trace of ferocity flashed through Omsk's eyes. Then