"So, "Antoinette", right? I'm sure you heard already, but I'm Merlin, at your service!"
"...Cease your lies! I won't be taken for a fool!"
"Eh?"
Merlin looked at her with a hint of confusion in his celestial irises, tilting his head as he folded his arms across his bare chest.
"It's not possible! Merlin was proclaimed dead by the hands of the Founders!...Even he wouldn't be able to survive being hunted by them!"
"Ah, I guess that makes sense--I should be dead, shouldn't I? But here I am, in the flesh, in front of you. Tell me, just who do you think I am then?"
Challenging her suspicions, the half-nude, mysterious mage exuded a powerful, pressuring wind just by squinting his inhuman eyes as he stared at the girl, causing her to be pushed backward as she planted her shoes against the metallic floor in an effort to halt herself as if being dragged by the abrasive hands of a storm.
