By the lake that night.
The moonlight flowed like water.
The beautiful Fairy girl and the young Green-Robed Mage sat on a rock, looking up at the moon.
"So, it is the sword of that True God of Mount Tai?"
"Yes."
"I truly hadn't expected that, but even so, do you understand my feelings now?"
The beautiful girl pressed him, getting straight to the point. She no longer cared how illustrious the sword's origins were.
"Vivian, look at this Sword in the Stone. You know what it means, too. I think we..."
The young mage stopped halfway through, wanting to speak but holding back.
"So, we cannot love each other?"
The Fairy girl laughed softly, as enchanting and lovely as a daffodil.
"We cannot love each other!"
The young mage spoke bitterly yet firmly.
He came from the future. How could he fall in love with a Fairy from an ancient age?
"I understand, Merlin. Thank you for your answer."
With that, the Fairy girl abruptly rose and drifted away.
"Don't you want your sword?"
Watching the Fairy girl leave, the young mage called out loudly.
"Keep it. I think you need it more, don't you?"
Laughter like silver bells rang out from the woods and reached Merlin's ears.
"Ah."
Later still.
The rumor arose: "Whoever draws this Sword in the Stone shall be the king of Britain."
Beneath the midsummer sun.
As the Green-Robed Mage pondered, he sank into his memories and remained lost in them for a long time.
Only when the girl's dissatisfied voice sounded beside him again did he come back to his senses. Looking at the spirited blonde girl before him, he encouraged her.
"Keep at it, Lia. You will surely become the king of Britain and draw that Sword in the Stone!"
"Yes, thank