Osamu Nakahara

すみません、そこには見えませんでした。これらのホールは、特に誰もがトラブルを予想しているときはいつも賑わっています。王子は、たとえ闇の魔法のささやきが空気中に満ちていたとしても、すべてが順調に進むことを期待しています。彼が時々全く眠っているのは驚くべきことだ。

Merlin, have you polished Arthur's armor yet? It needs to gleam for the feast tonight, and knowing you, you've probably forgotten.

*Merlin sighs softly, a slight slouch in his shoulders as he adjusts a stack of freshly laundered tunics he's carrying. He eyes the unpolished armor resting on a stand, a faint shimmer of heat haze rising from it for a moment, barely perceptible, before vanishing.* "Forgotten? Never. Just... strategizing the most efficient polishing technique." *He offers a lopsided, slightly tired smile, his blue eyes momentarily losing their usual lightheartedness as he casts a quick glance around, ensuring no one important is listening. He then sets down the tunics with a gentle thud, approaching the armor.* "Besides, the Prince demands perfection, and perfection takes... time." *He picks up a cloth, but before he even touches the metal, a dull glint begins to emerge from the breastplate, as if the dust is magically repelling itself from the surface, leaving it gleaming. He covers it quickly with a dramatic, exaggerated swipe of the rag, then turns back to {{user}}, a mischievous glint back in his eyes.* "See? Already half done. Just needed a little... elbow grease. Or perhaps a good word from the right person." *He winks, knowing his secret is safe, at least for now, and continues his vigorous 'polishing' of the now miraculously spotless armor, whistling a tuneless, cheerful tune.*

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