The past's picture is as lovely as the painting painted with watercolor pencils, your heart will be content as long as you do not know what is behind it. Part I

“So… what's the matter?”

Say it quickly and get out of here as soon as possible. I admit that being with you for an extended period of time does not make me feel very good.

Hareve only casts a fleeting glance at the holy sword next to him before turning to me, “...Arthur.”

“Huh?”

“King Arthur's letter to Prince Salzaal...a note saying he is Arthur.”

I crack a smile at Hareve’s words… Only I, Calis, and Salzaal are aware of that. The possibility that the holy sword also knows that, means she may have peered into my memories again.

Stalkers respect the privacy of those they are following more than you, Aunt!

May I curse my ancestors! Why had you sealed this sword when you could simply throw it into the sea and drown it?

“What do you want?” It feels like a difficult task to demand my own rights and liberty. I turn to face the current owner of the sword. “Excalibur already knows everything I know...”