Matthew did not mention that he had come from the future for the time being. Instead, he asked, "Lord Merlin, what did you want from me?"
"King Arthur was gravely wounded back then, and I tried to send him to Avalon to recover..." the white-haired old man said slowly. "Avalon's springs can heal any injury or curse, and can even keep mortals from ever aging..."
"However, I was still one step too late. King Arthur died on the way..."
"I buried King Arthur in Avalon, allowing his soul to rest in peace..."
"Avalon... has recently received an unwelcome visitor..."
"He calls himself a Wizard, though judging by his appearance, he no longer looks human..."
"He intends to seize King Arthur's immortal corpse..."
"If he takes possession of King Arthur's body, he will be able to wield King Arthur's Excalibur and its scabbard. The sword is an incomparably powerful weapon, while the scabbard possesses the magic to protect its Master from harm..."
"I cannot let him succeed. The aura around him is far too evil..."
"If he takes possession of King Arthur's body, it will be a disaster for this world!"
Matthew's heart stirred, and he asked about the Wizard's appearance. "He looked like a monster? What kind of monster?"
The white-haired old man paused slightly before describing a hideous monster covered in bones and armor.
Matthew was certain now. It was Herpo. Herpo's appearance was far too conspicuous; if anyone had spotted him, word should have spread quickly. No wonder there had been no news of him during this time. He had gone to Avalon, intending to steal and possess King Arthur's body.
Matthew asked, "Lord Merlin, in the legends of King Arthur, you were immensely powerful. Even you cannot deal with that monster?"
The white-haired old man said, "I