"This is a bit too mind-boggling."
Ian's thoughts felt as if they had been swept into a philosophical vortex.
And at this mont.
rlin suddenly spoke softly, his voice carrying traces of fatigue and tension, "This is the question that has troubled all my life... Have I, this rlin, truly asured up?"
His gaze was fixed intently on the Little Wizard in front of him, as if he had already regarded the Little Wizard as that forr Raven, the only existence who could provide him with the answer to this question.
Ian was stunned for a mont.
And then he t rlin's gaze, as if seeing that deep-seated unease and self-doubt within rlin's heart. Ian could sense that, at this mont, still maintaining the appearance of Ririm, rlin seed to have returned to that age of bewildernt. This question was not aid at him but at that strict Raven.
Realizing this.
Ian remained silent for a very, very long ti.
The Little Wizard carefully recalled what he knew about rlin's history and stories. Those legendary deeds—rlin's legend with King Arthur and this man's contributions to the Magic Realm.
All sorts of information flashed by.
In the end, Ian took a deep breath and earnestly said, "I don't know how the original rlin should be, but at least in my view, your image in history aligns with my understanding and imagination of the Wizard King rlin."
The Little Wizard chose not to lie.
Instead, he gave his answer truthfully.
After all, Ian knew that, at this mont, rlin needed not comfort but a real answer. And this was the most genuine thought within him regarding this earth-shattering secret.
"Is that so."
rlin's eyes slightly wavered, as if a thin mist had been dispelled, and the hint of conflict and unease previously hidden deep within seed to be scattered by a ray of sunlight at this mont. In the next mont, his expression revealed an unprecedented relief, as if so knot in his heart that had lingered for years had finally been unraveled by Ian's words.
"That's quite good."
rlin gave a relieved smile.
That smile carried a sense of liberation, as if a long-standing burden on his heart had finally been lifted. Perhaps, only by hearing such words from Ian could he truly be at ease—a simple truth, the opinions of anyone else could never compare to the existence that had planted such an obsession in his heart.
"To be honest, you are who you are, why bother with so much hesitation?" Ian knew that his words were significant for rlin, so he chose to offer a wave of psychological comfort.
"Because I fell before a certain setback... so, I almost think every day, if another rlin, another 'real' legendary existence ca into this world, would they have achieved what I couldn't, wouldn't they be lingering on like ?"
rlin's tone carried an extrely complex sigh.
The knot in his heart was tied.
He naturally began to reveal the kind of pain and confusion he had never ntioned to anyone.
Regarding this.
The Little Wizard's opinion was also quite direct.
"Hah, if all of us don't know about this supposedly superior rlin, then the one surviving until now should be him, wouldn't it? Still being casually ntioned by a bird in a tone describing a tragic end?"
"I don't know what experience you're hiding, and I know you definitely won't say even if I ask, but I think you should consider if another so-called rlin were in your place... perhaps instead of bouncing around at Hogwarts like you, he might have already dropped dead on the spot."
As a bystander, Ian surely had an objective judgnt. To say the least, to endure so long under the Raven's pecking and still have his pants intact, he's already the only one he could admire in front of this rlin.
The Little Wizard's earnest analysis indeed had a significant impact on rlin—his entire being jolted, stunned for quite a while before slowly coming back to his senses.
"You're right, why shouldn't I be the most powerful rlin?" rlin suddenly laughed, a burst of confidence, as if the legendary Wizard had returned to his body.
Before Ian could say anything further, he saw rlin wave his hand, and the scenes from mory began to change rapidly. The cycle of the four seasons flashed rapidly before his eyes, the scenery of the forest shifting from the tender green of spring, to the lushness of sumr, then to the golden hues of autumn and the silvery white of winter, continuously alternating. Amid this change of seasons.
rlin in the mory Magic gradually matured into a tall young man.
"In the mundane routines and training, there's not much hidden information you wish to know; here, I believe, lies the key clue to the answers you seek." Perhaps owing Ian a favor, rlin directly omitted the complexities, presenting the information Ian wanted to know.
And then.
Accompanying the stabilization of the mory presentation.
Ian saw, young rlin raising many Fantastic Beasts in the forest. At this ti, the forest had already beco a sanctuary for Fantastic Beasts.
rlin strolled through the forest, surrounded by various Fantastic Beasts. A large Unicorn affectionately nuzzled rlin on the shoulder, its snow-white fur shimring softly in the sunlight, the golden horn on its forehead emanating a mysterious aura.
"Shy girl, co for a hug."
rlin smiled, gently stroking the Unicorn's neck, murmuring words, as if engaged in a whispered conversation with it. In the distance, a Thunderbird descended from the sky in front of rlin, emitting a lodious call.
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