[…
Apparently, they were in the hands of one of its Main Entities—what were they called? The Twelve Knights of the Round Table?]
Lostvayne paused, raising a hand to its chin as if trying to recall the exact name. Then it shrugged, dismissing the thought.
[Regardless, I understand you have no memories from before you awakened in Master's hands.
That's why what I'm saying feels so strange to you. But I promise you, you are who I think you are.]
Lostvayne's voice suddenly grew a pitch deeper.
[I wouldn't listen to you otherwise. Don't forget the words of that Hybrid Demon King—I'm a rather arrogant sword, you know.]
The sudden shift in tone, paired with its blunt admission of arrogance, caught Celestia off guard. She flinched, her golden outline rippling faintly.
The interactions between Arthur's two Ego weapons had always been perplexing to him.
