Hearing that answer, Samael nodded in satisfaction.
Perhaps that was why, when they first met on the stone platform, Kay had taken such a liking to him and approached him first.
Because in their eyes, Artoria was first and foremost a living person, not a machine designed solely to achieve some purpose.
However, before Samael could begin reminiscing, Kay, irritated by the prophetic dream, showed a hint of impatience.
"So, what exactly is your solution?"
Samael raised a hand and tapped rhythmically against the tabletop, answering casually as he pondered.
"Since her divinization is both the root cause of her emotional loss and what she will rely on to carry out the Holy Selection Ritual in the future, then we need to find a way to weaken her divinity."
"That's it? Do you think I haven't tried that?"
Kay rolled his eyes, unable to hide his disappointment.
He did not know what the other Knights of the Round Table thought of Artoria's divinization, but before becoming one of them, Kay had first been the Lion King's adoptive brother—the older brother who had protected her as she grew up.
So if anyone least wanted Artoria to undergo such a transformation, he was certainly among them.
Thus, Kay had privately tried more than once to awaken Artoria's emotions and delay her divinization through all kinds of methods.
Yet whether he reminisced about amusing events from the past, often brought her things she once liked, or used different situations to stimulate her, the results remained unsatisfactory.
Every attempt was like a stone tossed into a lake. It could create ripples for a time, but as time passed, everything would eventually return to stillness.
That lake remained a stagnant pool, devoid of emotion, compassion, hope, or joy.
Even their current daily routine of mooching