If it were merely the Oberon from the original story, he would be nothing to worry about.
In the play, Oberon is depicted as possessing great power, yet his character is exceedingly capricious and childish.
A Midsummer Night's Dream revolves around the lovers Lysander and Hermia, chronicling the chaos of a single night.
In this tale, Oberon quarrels with Queen Titania over her new page and, seeking revenge, uses a potion that causes the victim to "fall in love with the first person they see upon waking," intending to claim the page for himself.
However, due to the laziness of Oberon's servant, the fairy Robin Goodfellow, the potion also ends up spilled on Lysander and Demetrius...
In short, he is merely a supporting character in the story.
That is Oberon in the ordinary world.
But in the world of Type/Moon, Oberon is far more than that.
[Oberon—he seeks to destroy this world, and all of Pan-Human History along with it.]
Lot thought to himself.
Seeing Lot's expression shift at the mention of Oberon's name, Morgan, standing beside him, froze for a moment before her face twisted in alarm. Da Vinci, Mash, and the others immediately sensed something amiss.
They knew full well that Lot and Morgan were good people.
At the same time, their own impressions of Oberon had led them to believe he was harmless.
Given that both sides seemed trustworthy,
Lot and Morgan's reactions struck them as deeply strange.
"What's wrong? Why do you two look like that?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke up, addressing both Lot and Morgan directly.
"This Oberon is not a good person."
Morgan was the one to answer,
her gaze flickering toward Lot as she noticed his surprised expression.
[Huh? What's going on with Morgan? How does she know what I'm thinking? Or… does she also know about Oberon? But that's impossible. From our conversations, I know for a fact that aside from a few people's fates, my wife has no knowledge of the future at all.]
Lot's thoughts raced.
Hearing this, Morgan realized there was no hiding it anymore.
Well… I suppose there's no point keeping this from him.
I'll just tell him outright later.
As she pondered this, Da Vinci's voice came through the transmission device:
"Your Majesty Morgan, when you say Oberon is evil—from which perspective do you mean? Is it solely from Camelot's standpoint in this era, or from the perspective of all of us?"
Da Vinci hadn't forgotten that Lot and Morgan's allegiances differed greatly from Chaldea's.
"From the perspective of all of us, of course."
Morgan's reply was firm.
"Why?" Da Vinci pressed.
"Because…" Morgan paused, considering her words as she felt the weight of everyone's stares—especially the intense gaze of her husband, who seemed to be waiting expectantly for her answer.
Seeing his expression, she couldn't help but feel both exasperated and amused.
Then, pointing at Lot, she allowed a faint, resigned smile to cross her lips.
"These matters… are better explained by Lot. After all, while I don't actually know the details, I do know that he is fully aware of them."
[What the hell?! How does Morgan know what I'm thinking?!]
Lot was utterly stunned.
"I'll explain everything to you later."
Morgan whispered this softly into his ear before gesturing for him to enlighten Mash and Fujimaru Ritsuka.
After a moment's thought, Lot turned to them and spoke:
"Do you know what Oberon's Class is?"
She did know Oberon was a Servant, but she'd never actually inquired about his Class.
After all, he himself had claimed to have no combat ability,
so Chaldea had dismissed it as unimportant.
"His Class is Pretender."
The word hung in the air, and Ritsuka stiffened.
She hadn't expected Oberon's Class to be that.
As for the possibility of Lot lying—she didn't even consider it.
Verifying this wouldn't be difficult,
and there was no reason for Lot or Morgan to deceive them now.
But Lot wasn't finished.
"That man was born from the Abyssal Worm that seeks to reduce all to nothingness—a terminal device cursing the world. His true name isn't even Oberon. No one knows what it actually is."
Mash, Ritsuka, and Da Vinci remained frozen in shock.
With that, Lot called for Morgan, preparing to leave.
Before departing, however, he addressed Chaldea's group one last time:
"Think carefully on what I've said. Of course, you are our prisoners now—so don't even think about escaping."
Ritsuka nodded obediently.
Gawain and Mordred stirred, ready to resist, but a single sharp glare from Morgan silenced them instantly.
Your father may no longer be the man you once knew… but your mother will always be your mother.
The group entered the city.
Lot and Morgan made their way alone to the palace of Camelot.
Lot fixed his gaze on Morgan.
[Now, Morgan can finally tell me how she knew.]
Before he could voice his thoughts, Morgan spoke first:
"The reason I knew is simple."
Her fingers gently traced his cheek as she watched his expression shift to disbelief.
"… I can read your thoughts."
Her voice was soft, but her words carried absolute certainty.
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she could read his mind?!
How was that possible?!
Even Merlin or Scáthach couldn't predict his actions—
so how could Morgan possibly see into his very thoughts?!
"As absurd as it sounds… it's the truth."
Morgan met his stunned gaze with unwavering seriousness.