"Excalibur," Ha Joon muttered aloud, his eyes scanning the worn pages of the ancient book in his hands.
After waking up, he had headed straight to Merlin's workshop. She'd mentioned wanting to discuss Artoria's holy blade with him, and he wasn't one to keep her waiting.
"There's nothing about a curse here. Are you sure these books even know anything about Excalibur?" he asked, glancing at Merlin, who sat perched on the edge of the table, her gaze locked on him with a playful glint.
"Most of these texts only hold fragments of the truth. No one knows the real origin, aside from the fact that Excalibur was born from the world itself," she replied.
Ha Joon raised an eyebrow. "You told me you could help with the curses."
"And I can," Merlin giggled, her tone teasing. "You doubt me?"
"Well, considering you've tied me up like a prisoner, I can't help but question your methods!" Ha Joon snapped, tugging at the chains that bound him to the wall.
