After ending the communication, Anno rubbed his forehead and let out a weary breath.
"Sure enough, everyone likes that child Mash." Hans Christian Andersen smiled wistfully, then looked at Anno. "But was it your grandson who gave Mash the power of a Demi-Servant?"
"Yes. Galahad, my grandson. The first time I met Mash, I recognized the source of that power." Anno smiled. "He is my pride."
"Pride, huh? But if I remember correctly, Galahad's father—the Knight of the Round Table, Lancelot—was your adopted son?" Hans Christian Andersen asked curiously. "Are the records about that true?"
"They are." Anno nodded. "A Fairy found Lancelot by the lake and entrusted him to me."
"So you never married your whole life?" Hans Christian Andersen pressed.
"Yes. Why else?" Anno found it strange that Hans Christian Andersen was asking such questions.
"Nothing. I feel better now." A satisfied smile appeared on Hans Christian Andersen's face as he lay back down. "So even a man with such a lofty image as yours couldn't find a wife."
Anno's expression froze.
"He didn't marry because he didn't want to. You didn't marry because you couldn't find a wife. Those aren't the same, so don't lump yourselves together." Leonardo da Vinci ruthlessly shattered Hans Christian Andersen's self-consolation.
Hans Christian Andersen was sunk. He ran off to sulk in a corner.
"By the way, are you really not going to tell us more about where you all came from? I'm pretty interested." Leonardo da Vinci nudged Anno's arm with her elbow, her face full of curiosity. "Lawrence hemmed and hawed when she told me about it. Come on, tell me more. Or are there restrictions that keep you from talking?"
Anno pondered for a moment, then shook his head.
"It's not that I can't say it. It's that there