"I am."
Otto calmly looked at Durandal, but the moment he answered, his body suddenly tensed.
Like a flood bursting through a dam, Otto felt power surge within him. Before, even when facing Durandal, he could choose his position. Now, forget Durandal—even against Kevin in his normal state, he could choose his position.
One sentence.
Durandal believed that he was Otto.
And having gained Durandal's acknowledgment, Otto immediately felt as though he were ascending to heaven. Durandal's acknowledgment was even stronger than that of several hundred Valkyries, and several times more stimulating than Amber's.
Otto immediately felt that this world was drawing him in rather than rejecting him, giving him the illusion that he could take root here.
This world no longer rejected Otto.
Sure enough.
Durandal was extremely important to Fool Otto.
Otto could even guarantee that even if Mei and Bronya both acknowledged him as Fool Otto, together they still would not compare to Durandal.
Otto was now even looking forward to the moment when he reunited with Theresa.
Durandal's chest rose and fell unevenly. She looked at Otto, forcibly swallowing down her surging emotions before speaking in a slightly trembling voice.
"It's good that you're all right."
There were many things she wanted to say to Bishop Otto, yet now she found herself unable to say them.
Durandal and Otto looked at each other. Neither spoke again, yet their eyes told of things that outsiders could never know.
Rita watched the two gazing at each other and somehow felt a little superfluous.
The considerate maid stepped back, a somewhat lonely smile on her face, quietly leaving the space to them.
"Lord Overseer, you... faked your death back then?" Durandal still asked the question she wanted answered directly.
"No." Otto shook his head. He took the towel from