"Lancelot. I love you."
Lancel tried to speak, but even as his lips moved, no sound came out. Meanwhile, the black shadow wrapped around him continued to whisper the same words again and again.
"Lancelot. I love you."
"...."
Lancel wanted to pry himself away from those cold arms. That cold breath brushed against his skin, sending a pricking sensation through him, as if goosebumps were forming, even though nothing on his body could actually move.
This hadn't happened the last time he used Nyarlathotep.
And Lancel didn't want to find out what would happen next if he used it again.
In any case, as he had surmised, Nyarlathotep was still an unpredictable variable, something he couldn't use on a whim.
But Lancel was certain of one thing.
"Lancelot. I love you."
Whoever this was, the one who kept whispering those words to him…
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[Bond Level : 999]
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It was undoubtedly the entity recorded in the system with a bond level of 999.
