Godfrey watched Percival's keen expression and sighed. "Isolde has been doing some research, and she discovered something that was there all along but skipped my mind."
Percival squinted. He wanted to know what it is, to ask, but decided to restrain himself and remain quiet.
"It's my father. He has the ability to weave memories into creation. Everything about me, from my perspective. From his perspective, from my mo—" He paused for a moment.
"From my mother, Isolde, and even from the rest of you. The Unknown King will want to know about himself. Isolde's visions prove that," Godfrey said, completely assured.
The last time Ronald used that ability was when they first met and it breached the gap between them more than he realized.
He knew his father's skill was it. The key to bringing him back. He had Isolde to thank for figuring this out.
However, Percival still had a skeptical look. His temples formed several folds, like the currents on the sea. He didn't look convinced.
