"Enough, Mr. Ram! You're a devil who uses Bewitchment to twist people's minds and shake my Faith in my Lord. I'll burn you at the stake! I'll burn you in the name of heresy!"
Anthony cursed, rolled up his sleeves, and actually lunged at him, ready to settle things with his fists.
"Heh."
At Ram's chuckle, Anthony heard someone cast a "Repelling Curse" beside his ear. A force sent him flying back even faster than he had charged forward.
Bang!
He slammed into the wall. A force pierced his flesh and churned through his organs, twisting his face with pain.
At some point, an old man in a blue robe and a golden cloak had appeared inside Buckingham Palace.
At the sight of that familiar face, Anthony's pupils contracted and his lips trembled. "Merlin!"
Merlin, the son of a dream demon and a human, was half man and half demon.
"You know me?" Merlin sounded surprised. After more than a thousand years away from this world, he seemed astonished that anyone still recognized him.
The moment he confirmed his identity, Buckingham Palace erupted.
"Merlin the Archmage? The Merlin who guided King Arthur to draw Excalibur?"
"King Arthur's adviser, magician, and prophet? My God, he really exists."
"Of course! If gods exist, why couldn't legendary figures exist too? Legends must have some basis in history."
Everyone present knew the legend of King Arthur. They were just as familiar with his guide and mentor, Merlin, the greatest magician of the Middle Ages.
After all, they could see traces of Celtic Mythology in Merlin. And compared with God, Celtic Mythology was the Land of the Setting Sun's true heritage. The Celtic Gods were its true protectors.
Before that theologian had quoted the passage from the Book of Revelation—"On the day of Judgment at