Although the entire Eagle Cape Village had been covered by "amber," as if even the stars in the sky had been petrified and solidified...
In truth, however, time was still passing normally. It was like a smooth wheel that had become jerky because of some obstruction. For that reason, Iver and the others could not sleep in any ordinary place. They could only wait quietly for time to return to dawn and reset everything.
After Merlin left, Ye Zhi was the only uninvited guest remaining here.
Iver could finally talk with Ye Zhi about the past.
They sat beside the marsh, with Lily sitting nearby as well. Sherlock seemed to have something to instruct Hai Na about. To prevent Hai Na from accidentally forgetting it, he had dragged her off to get a notebook.
The marsh, which had already been drained of the Water of the Yellow Springs, was now like a bottomless pit shaped like a funnel.
If someone fell from here, they could probably go straight to the Fairy Country. However, neither Iver nor Ye Zhi seemed particularly afraid of it.
Iver did not turn to look at the werewolf. He merely said calmly, "You came looking for me, Mr. Ye Zhi."
This was not a question, but a statement.
"If I'm not mistaken, Miss Vivian Mathers should be that Lady of the Lake, Vivian."
Iver had already felt suspicious of that exceptionally mature girl.
That Half-Elf girl, who had been adopted by Bishop Mathers's younger sister, had been found in an absurdly haphazard manner. Iver had wondered at the time whether she might be the reincarnation of Lady of the Lake Vivian, but he had lacked evidence.
With Ye Zhi as the lubricant of logic, however, everything made sense.
As a werewolf, Ye Zhi deeply loved Vivian.