It had only used its knowledge once in its life: to forge the Holy Sword known as Breath of All Kings for its dear friend, and to bring him Steam Armor.
The monarchs who came after had basically gotten nothing from it.
As for Russell...
Compared to the Aslan people's ancestor, Russell's relationship with Gawain was indeed a little worse.
Those words gradually wiped the smile off Russell's face.
"Ah, are you going to defy me, the one who possesses Gungnir's power, Old Gawain?"
As the youth spoke, his katana had somehow become wreathed in dragon-like flames as well.
Gawain: "..."
It fell silent.
Russell was more like Victoria's heir than Vina was.
—Not a single thing a human ought to do, he did.
But would yielding over a mere Gungnir damage the Beast Lord's dignity?
Gawain shrank back a little.
Yet its pride as a Beast Lord left it stuck between a rock and a hard place.
It could not help looking at Vina.
"...I will tell Vina about the Steam Armor, and then she will decide whether you are qualified to receive its blueprints."
"Do not come looking for me again. I am going into hibernation."
It offered a compromise.
That was as good as agreeing.
A smile immediately appeared on Russell's face.
"Lord Gawain—no, Uncle Gawain, I was truly out of line just now. Please forgive me."
The youth looked utterly sincere.
Gawain felt as though its lungs were spasming just watching him.
"As compensation, how about I take you out to have some fun?"
The youth looked utterly earnest.
Gawain rolled his eyes. He only wanted to find somewhere to dig a hole and bury himself.
Then come back in eight hundred or a thousand years.
But in the next instant, the lion froze.
"Uncle Gawain,