Chapter 111: Vivian Feels Like Her Plan Has Gone Horribly Wrong
Vivian had made thorough preparations before meeting Noah.
Due to the previous prophecy, she had lost mobility in both legs, one arm was paralyzed, her left eye could no longer see, her sense of smell was gone, and part of her sense of touch had vanished—essentially, she had lost the ability to move independently.
Thus, before meeting Noah, she specifically used a device called a "wheelchair" from the second batch of alchemy equipment Noah had Kay promote in Britain. She closed her blind eye, had her clansmen help tidy her hair, and even changed into a set of British-style clothing. Only then did she have her clansmen push the wheelchair to Noah's location.
Along the way, as she sat in the wheelchair, she inquired about Noah's situation from her clansmen.
"Has the other party arrived?"
"Vivian, I just received word that the Chosen King has already entered the magical realm. He is currently being entertained by other clansmen."
"Just him alone? Did he not bring his entourage, or did he come by himself?"
"There is one companion, but the clansmen did not bring that companion inside. The King of Britain doesn't seem to mind."
Hearing this from the clansman pushing her wheelchair, Vivian felt puzzled. Wasn't King Arthur known as the King of Knights? Why did he seem different from what she had imagined?
But soon, she thought of something and spoke again.
"Do you recognize the companion who came with the Chosen King?"
"We know him..."
At this point, the clansman pushing the wheelchair showed clear disdain on his face.
"It's Merlin."
Upon hearing Merlin's name, Vivian was no longer puzzled.
So that's it!
With Merlin, it's no surprise!
Anyone who has had contact with Merlin would likely despise him!
Even King Uther did not fully trust Merlin, and now the new king also dislikes him—this is indeed perfectly normal.
After learning this, Vivian asked again.
"How have our clansmen handled the tasks I arranged earlier?"
"Those matters were prepared in advance. We organized what needed to be said, had the clansmen memorize it, and even rehearsed several times. Although there might still be some issues, it's more than enough to convey our stance."
Hearing this response, Vivian felt reassured.
By now, her wheelchair had been pushed to the entrance of the reception room where Noah was.
From a distance, Vivian could hear the voices of her clansmen inside the reception room.
'That Romulus is definitely no good!'
'Right, that guy is clearly an emperor but still hides in the shadows. He must be like those monsters in the deep sea, afraid to show himself!'
'Exactly, such an ugly and despicable fellow could never be a match for a noble knight king like you.'
'Yes! That Romulus is too... too Merlin-like!'
Hearing her clansmen speak this way, Vivian felt it was still too rigid, too forced, and too likely to arouse suspicion.
But it was enough.
Once she made her stance clear, this slightly clumsy approach might actually be the most effective way to convey her position.
Besides, she still had a letter of credence.
Thinking of this, Vivian also breathed a sigh of relief.
Her current physical condition prevented her from using prophecy. Although as a Prophet, she could still rely on her exceptionally strong Spiritual Sense to make judgments about many things, without prophecy, she was no longer the infallible Prophet.
Vivian was a natural-born Prophet, so her experiences from childhood had accustomed her to seeing situations in advance before encountering them.
This was the first time she couldn't see the future.
Therefore, after making so many preparations and reorganizing her thoughts once more at the door, she nodded to the clansman guarding it, and that clansman then spoke directly into the room.
"Vivian is here..."
This sentence seemed like a signal.
As soon as it was spoken, the Ladies of the Lake, who had been talking incessantly, all fell silent and cleared a path toward the door.
Then, with a clansman pushing her wheelchair, Vivian entered the reception room.
The Alchemy equipment from Britain, the clothing from Britain—all specially changed to increase the other party's favor—no problem.
The clansmen's attitudes were not ambiguous; they had made their stance clear from the start—no problem.
The hospitality was impeccable, with everything prepared to the highest standard—no problem.
The predictions for the upcoming conversation, along with the mental rehearsals and organization—no problem.
It was a short distance, but Vivian quickly confirmed every detail in her mind, essentially ensuring that everything was within her plan...
—She discovered that her perfect plan went awry the moment she saw Noah!
And her plan was terribly mistaken!
She had thought that by using the prophecy of Romulus to attract Noah, then stating her stance, she could allow her clansmen to board a great ship early, before their inevitable fate erupted.
But...
She hadn't expected fate to play a huge joke on her.
It seemed she had misunderstood some issues from the very beginning!
Although Noah might indeed have been attracted by the prophecy of Romulus, his purpose might not have been to inquire about Romulus.
Instead, he had come to demand an explanation!
As for why, the reason was...
Having made prophecies, although she hadn't seen Romulus's appearance in them, Vivian, who was very confident in her Spiritual Sense and believed she would recognize this Romulus at first sight... had a very clear self-awareness.
Indeed, without ever having seen Romulus before, she recognized him at first sight using her Spiritual Sense.
—She hadn't expected Noah to be Romulus!