Morgan and Samael exchanged a glance and nodded, ending their discussion. The ancient serpent immediately rose and opened the door.
"What a coincidence. None of you are asleep?"
Merlin piled on a smile. As he spoke, he took half a step aside, revealing the figure of another visitor in the shadows.
Someone unexpected, yet entirely reasonable—Kay.
"It's a holiday, so let's sit together, have a drink, and talk about life and our dreams."
The old incubus was as full of nonsense as ever. Then, slippery as a loach, he squeezed in from the side without waiting for permission.
Samael could not be bothered with him and had no intention of stopping him. He simply led Kay into the courtyard.
"Is it finished?"
The moment he entered and sat down, Kay shed his usual gentle, lazy manner. His face turned serious as he stared directly at Samael and Morgan, getting straight to the point.
"This has the effect of weakening divinity, but the test subjects were all magical beasts with only a trace of divinity and extremely diluted bloodlines. How effective it will be against a true deity remains unknown. Strictly speaking, this is only a semi-finished product."
The ancient serpent understood that he could not hide it, so he nodded frankly and explained on his own initiative.
Merlin and Kay felt both relieved and worried. Following Samael's gaze, they looked at the faintly glowing purplish-red potion on the table, their expressions uncertain.
"What's there to force? Would you dare use something I made?"
Morgan sneered, her eyes carrying a trace of mockery. Kay's outstretched hand froze in midair.
Merlin's eyes flickered as he cheerfully cut in, trying to ease the atmosphere.
"What's there to be afraid of? You wouldn't poison us, would you?"
"What if I said this is poison?"