"The Wind Stone." Artoria toyed with the sealing stone she had just found.
"Although we have not spent long on our divination, we can sense that the sealing is very close to being undone. Since we have encountered this trouble, we hope to lend Your Majesty a hand."
Steve watched two disheveled old men in old-fashioned clothing bow before King Arthur.
"The destructive power Maga Orochi unleashed in the legends was astonishing and must not be underestimated. We certainly will not stand idly by." Merlin realized these two old fellows were not being entirely honest.
Who couldn't offer a few pleasantries and pretty words?
The two old men exchanged helpless looks. "Your Majesty, we come from the Palfa Alchemy Tower in Bear Country."
"Oh, alchemists." Artoria's eyes flickered. "Then let's get moving and continue searching for the remaining three sealing stones. Go and perform your divination."
After the two old men left.
Steve frowned. "Something seems off about those two. Are they safe to trust?"
Merlin shook his head. "They are alchemists from Bear Country. Although they have indeed concealed a few things, there is nothing in what they are hiding worth dwelling on. At most, they hope to obtain the blessing of King Arthur's royal authority."
Merlin stared in the direction the alchemists had left.
"The blessing of royal authority? Alchemists? Divination?" With every term that came to mind, Steve's expression grew a little gloomier.
Times had changed, after all, and he could no longer keep up. But why was this era changing in such a bizarre direction?
Soon, the two old men came before King Arthur again.
"Your Majesty, according to our divination, this is where Maga Orochi will ultimately appear."
They respectfully offered her a map.
The point marked on the map was none other than-New York.