Chapter 490

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Merlin answered with a smile. “Not quite. Shirou has been my apprentice since a very, very, very long time ago.”

“A very, very, very long time ago?”

“Hey, Merlin.”

Ignoring Shirou’s pointed look, the Magus of Flowers smiled. “About fifteen hundred years ago, I suppose.”

“Fifteen hundred years ago... Wouldn’t that be the age of King Arthur?!”

Mash Kyrielight, Chaldea’s foremost Round Table enthusiast, widened her eyes.

“Mr. Shirou, does that mean you’ve had adventures not only here in Mesopotamia, but in Britain during the Age of Gods as well?!”

Unable to disappoint the girl’s eager gaze, Shirou could only steel himself and nod.

“Shirou has a rather unusual constitution,” Merlin explained. “Drifting... Hmm, in terms of Japanese folklore, you could call it being ‘spirited away.’

“He finds himself involuntarily Rayshifting to all sorts of different eras. This time is no exception—”

“This time is completely different! You tricked me into coming to this era!”

“Fou! Fou!”

Shirou exposed Merlin’s attempt to gloss things over, and the little white beast chimed in agreement.

“So that’s what happened.”

Ritsuka and Mash nodded in understanding.

Apparently not yet satisfied, Merlin continued, “In fact, the identity Shirou assumed in Britain is someone you both know.”

“Merlin! Enough already!”

“Oh, what’s the harm, Shirou? Are you embarrassed?”

“Tch...”

“Someone we both know?”

Ritsuka and Mash exchanged looks.

At that point, Dr. Roman, who had been listening in, could no longer resist speaking up.

“There are only so many people known to have studied under Merlin, the Magus of Flowers, aren’t there?

“If we exclude the fairies dwelling in the lake whose names never made it into legend...

“Then the answer is practically staring us in the face.”

Cold sweat