"If it weren't you two, the combination of a great Greek hero and a goddess would be pretty classic."
Merlin sized up the strange pair before him.
The man was exceptionally tall, while the woman was exceptionally petite.
But that was not important.
What mattered was the combination—hero and goddess.
As everyone knew, goddesses were the sort one should avoid getting involved with no matter what, especially if one happened to be a hero.
"You know me?"
Both Lemoni and Stheno wore puzzled expressions. Pointing at themselves, they asked Merlin, then froze at the same time—one looking up, the other looking down, toward each other.
Stheno then covered her mouth and chuckled, while Lemoni looked utterly bewildered.
Merlin: ...
"I am the Magician of Flowers from the Tower of Paradise. You may call me Merlin." A seemingly gentle but false smile rested on Merlin's face as he gave a respectful slight bow. "The King of Uruk has learned of your arrival. Please, follow me."
Lemoni blinked, looking as if he found this somewhat troublesome.
This was one of the little lessons they had accumulated over the course of the Elma's travels: people in high positions usually had a ridiculous amount of nonsense to deal with.
But since they were already here, they definitely had to go in.
However—
"Merlin, right? I have a question." Something like desire seemed to flicker in Lemoni's eyes, making Merlin feel a little uneasy.
"W-what?" Merlin gripped his staff with both hands, a bead of cold sweat hanging from his face.
This was a great hero from the ultra-ancient Age of Gods. He... probably could not afford to provoke him.
Even if he could, the price would likely be steep.
Stheno, standing beside Lemoni, was also rather curious.
Ever since this asshole had rescued her