Artoria glanced at the Knights of the Round Table, who were busy devouring their food, and then looked away.
In fact, hearing them discuss Gawain’s mashed potatoes reminded her of the past.
Whenever faced with Gawain’s mashed potatoes, she would usually eat them with an expressionless face and then leave as quickly as possible.
There were not many things she feared.
Aside from Gwyn using “Ring Cancel,” “Small Scythe,” and other foul methods to put her through military training, the only thing she feared was Gawain’s mashed potatoes.
Her review consisted of only two words: “Crude.”
She seriously suspected that back when Morgan was creating Gawain, she already knew Gawain would come to serve under her.
So, she deliberately tampered with him, making the food Gawain cooked so terrible, in order to get revenge on her in another way and trip her up.
Morgan, however, hadn’t thought that much about it; she simply cast a spell to shroud the three of them, preventing their conversation from being overheard by outsiders.
Some matters could not be spread.
Gwyn did not initiate the conversation, focusing his attention on the food in front of him and eating with great relish.
Things not bought with one’s own money always taste better than things bought with one’s own.
“You used to call me Lily, Teacher.”
At this moment, Artoria took the initiative to break the silence.
“Have you remembered anything?” she asked, full of expectation.
Gwyn paused his movements and swallowed the food in his mouth in a few bites.
“Lily?”
He vaguely felt a sense of familiarity, and a faint outline of a golden-haired girl seemed to appear before his eyes.
Artoria Lily?
Compared to the two characters “Lily,” he seemed to have a deeper impression of the four letters “Lily.”
Besides Artoria Lily, he could also recall Medea Lily and Medusa Lily.
One seemed to be a girl with blue-purple hair, and the other a girl with purple hair.
“I seem to have some impression, but not much,” Gwyn replied.
“Is that so…” Artoria felt somewhat dejected, her demeanor dampening.
At this moment, for some reason, Gwyn really wanted to pat her head to comfort her, as if he had performed that action many times before.
“Then do you remember why you lost your memory?” Morgan interjected.
Compared to making Gwyn reminisce about the past, she was more concerned about why he had vanished into thin air, disappeared for over a thousand years, and then lost his memory upon meeting again.
Gwyn replied without hesitation: “Linking the first flame.”
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He extended a hand in an inviting gesture; this was almost an instinctual reaction.
In the past, he had said this to many passionate young men and women, attempting to trick them into the First Flame to be burned.
But unfortunately, he hadn’t succeeded in tricking a single one.
Because he wasn’t very good at swindling people; others could tell at a glance that his “linking the first flame” wasn’t very legitimate.
It was like a weasel conscripting soldiers—when asked, they were all loyal, but when told to go, none of them would.
Compared to swindling passionate youths, Gwyn was better at beating Lords of Cinder until they lost the ability to move, and then throwing them into the First Flame to be burned.
Or he would just kill them outright, leaving behind their souls to serve as fuel for the Lord of Cinder, which was sufficient.
However, although he had never succeeded in swindling anyone, he still enjoyed it tirelessly.
It was simply because this was one of the very few ways he had to entertain himself.
“Linking the first flame?” Morgan asked, confused.
Gwyn explained: “Basically, if the first flame were to extinguish, the world would perish.”
“So, it requires a Lord of Cinder with a powerful soul to use themselves as fuel to continue the first flame.”
Artoria immediately thought of the flames on Gwyn at that time, and his peculiar Reality Marble.
She felt that the “linking the first flame” that Gwyn spoke of must be related to that world.
That world where even the sun was dim and everything was plunged into darkness.
“Using one’s soul as fuel…” Morgan tried to imagine it all, but found herself unable to.
“Does it hurt?” she asked.
“It’s just like that after you get used to it,” Gwyn said nonchalantly, but his constricted pupils betrayed his true thoughts.
The feeling of having one’s soul burned by the first flame was a pain he could never forget for eternity.
There were plenty of people who, after being burned by the first flame once, would never dare to go near fire again.
There were also many Lords of Cinder who, after being burned once, hadn’t been fully consumed; when it came time for the second burning, they would run away, refusing to link the first flame a second time even if it meant death.
So, Gwyn would walk out of the First Flame to hunt the Lords; he would find these runaway Lords of Cinder, kill them all, and bring back the Lord of Cinder’s fuel to continue the burning.
He had once been called the “World’s Most Outstanding Seeker of Kings,” and at the same time, the “Most Outstanding Hunter of Kings.”
The cause lay in this.
He could find Lords of Cinder at the fastest speed and hunt them down.
“Anyway, as the soul is burned away bit by bit, the loss of memory is inevitable.”
Gwyn said this lightly, feeling a bit wistful; he hadn’t expected so much time to have passed in the blink of an eye.
Tens of thousands of years; he had even forgotten exactly how many.
Time and space within the First Flame were distorted; during the long process of linking the first flame, he was completely unable to accurately perceive the passage of time.
Only when something happened outside would he occasionally walk out of the First Flame and infer how much time had passed through the changes in the outside world.
He roughly knew that tens of thousands of years had passed since the day he entered the First Flame to link the first flame.
“I see. So the reason you disappeared was to go link the first flame and save the world?” Morgan said, with some understanding.
Sure enough, compared to searching the whole world for traces, it was faster to just ask the person himself for the answer.
“That should be it… However, if I once came to this world, then many of this world’s gods must have died.”
“If this can be verified, I will definitely be able to recall those memories.”
Gwyn replied.
Compared to some Lily or some Ash, it would be better to talk about gods and let him see those pieces of fuel.
Or talk about him slaying gods and bringing that fuel back to burn.
Because if he had come out of the First Flame halfway and headed to other worlds, there could only be one reason:
The fuel in the First Flame was insufficient, and the first flame was about to go out.
He had to go outside to hunt gods and hunt kings, and bring back their souls to burn.
Everything else was incidental.
Therefore, he must have a very deep impression of the guys he had killed and intended to burn as fuel, because that was his main goal, the hope of continuing the first flame.
“Many gods died?” Morgan frowned and finally shook her head.
“I don’t know. They should all be on the outside of the world. Although I am also considered… I have always been in Avalon and rarely dealt with them.”
“I know very little about the affairs of gods, but I do know a lot about the faeries.”
“I can only tell you about the things between us.”
Morgan paused for a moment, as if recalling the past and organizing her words.
Thinking and thinking, a smile unconsciously curled onto her face.
Gwyn was not in a hurry; he used his chopsticks to stir the rice in his bowl, mixing the rice grains with chili sauce.
Artoria did not make a sound to disturb them.
She knew that Morgan had met Teacher earlier than she had.
She was also curious about the story between Morgan and Gwyn.