What did this mean?
At that moment, there was only one thought in Mashu's mind.
But this wasn't difficult to understand, was it?
"I've heard the King mention your situation. You don't seem to be a Servant, but a Pseudo-Servant who has merged with a Servant's power."
Bedivere stared at Mashu in astonishment.
"And judging from your performance, milady, could it be that you don't know which Servant has merged with you?"
The meaning behind those words was already obvious.
"C-could it be that you know which Servant I've merged with, Mr. Bedivere...!?"
Mashu's eyes widened slightly.
Seeing her reaction, Bedivere confirmed his conjecture.
"It seems you truly don't know the identity of the Servant within you." Bedivere sighed. "The King really has gone too far. Since even I could see through it, she must have seen through it as well. The other Knights of the Round Table must have noticed too, yet not one of them mentioned it to you."
Only then did Mashu remember that the Servants among the Knights of the Round Table had indeed acted strangely whenever they saw her.
She was the same. Whenever she saw the Round Table Knights—or the King of Lions—unknown emotions had always surged within her.
What did this mean?
It meant that the Servant within Mashu had a deep connection with the Round Table.
Perhaps even...
"The Servant within me is one of the Knights of the Round Table...?"
Mashu murmured involuntarily.
Bedivere nodded solemnly.
"As you have guessed, milady." Bedivere spoke with certainty. "You are a Knight of the Round Table, our companion. At the very least, as a Pseudo-Servant who has merged that knight into your body and gained his power, that is what you are."
That was why Mashu felt inexplicable emotions toward the Knights of the