It's Common Knowledge That Hanging Around Mowang Too Long Turns You into a Goofball

The Lion King's golden eyes, as if molten gold had been forged within them, pierced through the distance of space and locked coldly onto Mo Wang.

There was no anger or contempt in that gaze, only the absolute rationality and indifference one might show when observing the movement of stars and the changing of the seasons.

She slowly opened her mouth, her voice clear, cold, and distant, as if it had come from the horizon:

"Chaldea's Master, you... are late."

As soon as she said this, Mashu, Da Vinci, and the others all felt their hearts tighten. Her words seemed to contain some kind of ominous portent.

However, Mo Wang's reaction once again exceeded everyone's expectations.

As though he had heard something troublesome, he let out a long, helpless sigh and raised a hand to scratch his cheek:

"Sigh... I'm saying, why are you just like that golden Ozymandias? Is the first thing you say when meeting someone, 'You're late'? You make it sound like we arranged to meet at the Holy City gates and go on an outing together."

He tilted his head and sized up the Lion King with those trademark dead-fish eyes. There was even a hint of teasing in his tone:

"What's wrong? From the way you're talking, are you disappointed? Don't tell me you've been waiting here for me because you wanted to go on a date with me or something?"

"..."

A breeze swept past, stirring up a few clouds of sand. The atmosphere on the battlefield grew even stranger. Even several Artorias couldn't help pressing their foreheads, feeling helpless at their Master's eccentric train of thought.

Mo Wang shook his head to himself, a troubled look appearing on his face:

"But I can't. I really can't. There are a few too many 'you'