Maverick rembered the day he truly t his teacher, Edward—not as a child, but after awakening both his system and magic. That was the mont he really ca to understand Edward Garling.
At the ti, he had only been a magus, while Edward was a powerful Arch-Magus. He could still recall the weight of his teacher's gaze and the overwhelming sense of powerlessness it had left him with.
And today, that sa feeling enveloped him—the sa helplessness, just as overwhelming as before, like standing in the presence of a higher being. He had reached the rank his teacher once held, yet before the two people in front of him, it was as if his magic of an Arch-Magus ant nothing.
A woman dressed like a monk and a man whose appearance could put any noble to sha. And he had a pretty good guess about the first one.
After all, he had seen nearly every MCU movie before being transmigrated here. Though the woman didn't look exactly like the actress who portrayed her, her attire left no doubt—this was the Supre Sorcerer of this Earth.
But who was this man beside her? Could it be Strange? No, definitely not—it was too early for that. And yet… why did this man feel even more dangerous than her?
Maverick schooled his expression, keeping his stance firm as he t their gazes. "Why have you summoned ?" he asked while keeping his tone carefully asured.
The woman—who he strongly suspected to be the Supre Sorcerer—offered him a knowing smile.
"It has been a long ti since anyone has made the tiline... this nervous."
Sure enough, he was now 99% certain—this was the Ancient One, the keeper of the Ti Stone.
He tried to keep his face as neutral as possible, pretending he had no idea what she was talking about.
After all, he did ss up the tiline by saving Howard and Maria. But he had done so because this wasn't the MCU, or even pure Marvel. Yet, now that the Ancient One was here, it ant the events to co might not be so different after all.
The woman smiled at him again, this ti with quiet amusent as she watched his attempt to steady his expression.
"You may relax, Maverick Caesar. We an you no harm," she said in a kind yet neutral tone. Then finally, she introduced herself.
"My na is Yao.... A Master of the Mystic Arts... and the Supre Sorceress of this age."
Maverick raised an eyebrow. Yao? He didn't rember hearing that na in any of the movies. But now wasn't the ti to dwell on that.
Because the next mont he saw her smile at him again—a deliberate, knowing smile—and say to him, "Though I suspect... you already knew that."
Maverick let out a short breath and just simply nodded. "I've been told there is a different group of mages... different from us..."
"Ah…" Yao said, tilting her head slightly. "Is it from that little guy Edward... He must have told you, then."
Maverick nodded. It was true and Edward did ntioned it once, but only vaguely. Though there was no need for her to know that.
Instead, he changed the subject and repeated his earlier question, glancing at both of them. "Why have you co… and why call for ?"
The Sorcerer Supre's eyes glinted with sothing unreadable before she spoke. "We simply wish to know your purpose—"
But before she could elaborate, the man beside her finally spoke, eyes locking onto his.
"It was not we who wanted to et you… it was her."
Yao smirked and turned her head toward him. "Then tell , Ambrosius... why did you insist on being here?"
The man, now nad Ambrosius, exhaled sharply, almost in a huff. "I simply don't like one of my kind eting you alone."
Yao turned back to Maverick with an apologetic glance. Then, with an easy gesture toward the man, she introduced him.
"This is my friend, Ambrosius. rlin Ambrosius."
Maverick's breath hitched, and his eyes widened. This ti, he wasn't faking his reaction—he was genuinely caught off guard. rlin was definitely not a na he had expected to hear here—let alone a person he had expected to et... ever.
rlin didn't miss the change in Maverick's expression at the ntion of his na. It was expected. After all, even after a millennium of absence, his na had never been forgotten. The legends surrounding him still shaped how people viewed magic itself.
Letting a brief silence settle, rlin finally spoke. "I had planned to wait until you reached the rank of Warlock before finally getting acquainted," he said, then paused, glancing side to the Supre Sorceress beside him. His eyes narrowed slightly as he added, "But circumstances have changed."
"You seem to have done sothing to gain her attention… enough for her to co and find you in person."
Maverick tilted his head slightly and looked at the woman in question, pretending not to understand. But he was sure the Sorcerer Supre was here because of his actions last week.
Yao smiled mysteriously before finally stating her purpose outright. "You've altered the fate of a human couple, changing the course of this world's future. It seems you used an ability to tamper with the tiline, and that—" she paused, her gaze steady, "—is precisely why I'm here. Keeping the tiline in check is my responsibility… as the Supre Sorcerer."
Maverick narrowed his eyes at her. "I half get what you're trying to say, but..." he paused and asked coldly. "Are you spying on ?"
"Don't be so wary," she said, her tone light but not dismissive. Then, with a small nod, she admitted, "Yes, I saw you recently… saving the Stark couple that should have died."
So she must have overheard my conversation with the Stark couple and assud I'm so great Seer. Maverick thought to himself.
And her next words confird his guess. Studying him carefully, she said, "I also know that you're a rare and powerful Seer."
"And what's so wrong about saving two humans?" Maverick asked her, neither confirming nor denying her claim that he was a Seer.
"Nothing," Yao replied with a casual shrug. "But you've altered the course of history." She rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "It's rare… in fact, this might be the first case I've seen where a Seer has directly influenced the tiline."
Maverick acted as though he didn't understand. "Tiline?" he asked, feigning ignorance.
Yao gave him a look, then after a brief pause, she simply said, "You don't need to know for now."
Then, her gaze sharpened. "What is it that you plan to do by saving the Stark couple?"
Maverick didn't answer right away, remaining silent as he carefully considered his next words.
Tonight had been a wake-up call. His rapid growth in power had made him careless, ignoring things he should have paid more attention to—like the fact that any major change he made wouldn't escape the notice of the keeper of the Ti Gem. Not realizing this sooner had been a grave oversight on his part.
Finally, he made his decision. If she already thought he was a Seer, then he would let her continue believing that.
"You're right. I am indeed a Seer, but… I am different."
"Different?" Yao asked.
"Yes, different," Maverick affird. "A typical Seer—witch or wizard—can glimpse into the future through prophecies or visions, but those are often vague and fragile, open to interpretation. But for … the visions I see are clear. It's as if I'm there, witnessing everything firsthand."
He paused briefly before continuing, "But I cannot control what I see, whom I see, or even when the vision takes place. It could be about the next mont, the next hour, a day, or even years into the future."
He paused, letting his words settle before continuing.
"Soti ago, I had a vision of what would happen to the Stark couple. Back then, I didn't know much about them beyond what I had read in newspapers. But since they appeared in my vision, I knew they cannot simply be so rich Muggles... so I decided to learn more about them."
This was a gamble. He was weaving a story similar to the one he had told the Starks and hoping the Ancient One would believe it.
"In my visions, I didn't just see their deaths... I saw far beyond, into the future, what would unfold because of their absence. And I realized… their deaths would save countless lives in the distant future."
He let those words linger before delivering the final piece.
"But even knowing that, I still chose to save them. At the sa ti, their deaths remain fixed in the tiline—until the future I saw cos true. That ans they are alive now, but whatever good was ant to co from their deaths will still happen."
With that, he fell silent, watching the Sorcerer Supre carefully as he waited for her response.
"I suppose that would... not, make things too complicated…" rlin finally spoke, comnting as his eyes flicked sideways to the Sorcerer Supre. He had been listening quietly, not interrupting the conversation until now.
The Sorcerer Supre wore a thoughtful expression as she considered everything she had just heard. In so ways, it made sense.
But there was one problem—sothing she hadn't shared with anyone. She could no longer peer into the future of the Stark couple now that they had been directly involved with this boy.
It was as if a great force was blocking her, forcefully throwing her out of her trance whenever she tried. A presence far greater than her own.
And the first ti it happened, she had caught a glimpse of that figure.
She rembered those indifferent eyes clearly.
Strangely enough, that figure bore an uncanny resemblance to the boy in front of her now.
So her reason for eting him wasn't entirely about saving the Stark couple.
She wanted to see for herself the person she believed to be the past version of the powerful figure she had encountered while looking into the future.
But until now, she had no justifiable reason to approach him. And the Supre Magus had made it very clear—she was not to interfere in his life without giving him a proper reason.
Obviously, rlin—a Supre-rank like herself—knew he was special as well.
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