"Damn it, you guys really made a scene this time."
At a sidewalk café in Westminster, not far from the Thames, Fury sat across from Noah, grumbling without restraint.
Noah stirred the milk tea in his cup, smiling faintly as he looked at the one-eyed director.
Fury looked older.
That was unavoidable.
More than twenty years had passed since they first met.
Fury wasn't a sorcerer.
Time never went easy on ordinary humans.
But that wasn't the real issue.
The reason Fury had come to London was simple.
After that high-level meeting, he had come straight here.
At that meeting, Fury had offended just about everyone who could be offended.
Every sentence he spoke cut like a knife, forcing those people to face reality.
How terrifying was an enraged sorcerer?
No one could say for sure.
But the two sorcerers who had fought in New York were enough to terrify them.
And the one who casually eliminated one of those sorcerers?
That level of power was almost unbelievable.
Those two "Superman-like" figures were assessed as having the ability to destroy a city with ease.
If the threat escalated-
Destroying a nation wasn't out of the question.
And no one knew how many such individuals existed in the magical world.
If there were many...
No one dared to finish that thought.
Only now did those officials truly understand the fear once felt by the World Security Council.
If sorcerers were labeled "dangerous," then the consequences of provoking one would be unimaginable.
But if sorcerers completely ignored ordinary people and fought at will-
Especially if a battle happened right where they lived-
That thought alone was chilling.
And then there was resurrection.
Magic that reversed death itself.
Something humans had dreamed of since the beginning of civilization.
Yet sorcerers actually possessed it.
That alone was enough to drive people mad.
"You're overthinking it," Noah said calmly after taking a sip of milk tea.
"That wasn't resurrection magic."
"It was just a basic application of Time Magic. The range was expanded, that's all."
"It requires a specific artifact and very strict conditions. I'm still researching true resurrection magic myself, and so far, I haven't succeeded."
What Noah had done wasn't resurrection at all.
He hadn't brought the dead back.
He had changed the timeline.
Those people had still died-
he had simply pulled a version of them from the past using the Time Stone.
They hadn't prepared a time loop in advance like he had.
Under the protection of that loop, Noah himself had never truly died.
Dormammu killing him repeatedly was a completely different matter.
Noah had wrapped himself in the river of time.
The explanation was complex.
But with the Time Stone, complexity became trivial.
The Time Stone couldn't match Tier Ten beings in raw energy, but its rules were still absolute.
And beings above Tier Ten had their own core powers.
Diverse. Self-sufficient.
Why would they waste time chasing Infinity Stones?
They weren't comparable.
"Fine. Not resurrection magic," Fury shrugged.
"But do you know Easter was rescheduled?"
Noah raised an eyebrow.
"Don't tell me it was changed to the day I reversed time."
"It was," Fury nodded.
"A lot of people think you're God now. They've even changed their sayings. 'By God' got replaced with 'By Merlin's beard,' things like that."
"So that's how it is." Noah chuckled, drained his milk tea in one go, and stood.
"Doesn't matter. Believe whatever they want."
He stretched lazily.
"So. Do they still want to see what an angry sorcerer looks like?"
The Department of Magical Law Enforcement was the first real cooperation between sorcerers and ordinary people.
The greed of those officials was obvious.
But they had misjudged one thing.
They had misjudged Fury.
Fury didn't care about their power struggles.
From beginning to end, his only concern was Earth's peace.
Sorcerers were humans.
Ordinary people were humans.
They just walked different paths.
Their essence was the same.
And Fury understood something very clearly.
Sorcerers held absolute dominance.
If those people crossed the line, the outcome didn't need imagination.
It would be a massacre.
Possibly the collapse of technological civilization.
"They're scared," Fury said with a mocking smile.
"They still talk tough, but they're terrified."
"They're using the fact that you were photographed as leverage. Saying I'm just a director. Emphasizing that I'm an ordinary human."
"Disgusting tactics."
"Sounds familiar," Noah said lightly.
"Like how mutants get treated. Excluded. Dehumanized."
"Fortunately, you're not mutants," Fury replied.
"And I know your temper."
"I restrained them as much as I could. That's the only reason things haven't exploded."
"They won't admit it, but they know one thing."
"If they provoke you, they're finished."
Noah smiled.
"Finished" was generous.
If someone really crossed that line, Noah would personally show them what the wrath of a sorcerer looked like.
He had always been like this.
He supported coexistence.
But he would never tolerate nonsense endangering sorcerers.
Anyone who wanted a fight-
He would be the first to answer.
Trouble?
Sorcerers weren't afraid of that.
Especially him.
"Alright," Noah said, placing a Gold Galleon on the table.
"I won't go looking for trouble."
"If you can talk sense into them, do it. If not-tell me."
"...Alright," Fury said, swallowing hard as he stood.
"By the way, is it really okay to use Gold Galleons here?"
"Of course." Noah smiled.
He turned to the waiter.
"Foster. He's an ordinary human, but a friend of mine. If he comes back for afternoon tea, let him in."
"Yes, respected Lord Fenrir," Foster replied respectfully, then smiled at Fury.
"I hope to see you often, sir."
Only then did Fury realize something was off.
He looked around.
The guests' clothes were... unusual.
Several even raised their cups slightly toward him.
Fury returned the gesture instinctively.
When he turned back-
Noah was gone.
Fury sat down again and let out a dry laugh.
At least this time, he had an answer.
Not one those officials would like-
But a clear stance.
He finished the milk tea to the last drop.
After all, this was the first time Noah had ever paid.
After leaving Fury, Noah went straight to 221B Baker Street.
He didn't take the warning too seriously.
Maybe years in the magical world had changed him.
To Noah, these matters were trivial.
Most sorcerers would think the same.
As long as no one crossed the line, it was fine.
If someone did-
He wouldn't let it go.
As soon as he entered, Noah saw Strange sitting on the sofa, medicine spread across his chest.
A woman in white tended to him carefully.
Everett helped from the side.
Nearby, Adam-memory wiped-pressed an ice pack to his head.
"...What happened here?" Noah asked, confused.
"Mentor!"
Strange stood up immediately, ignoring his injuries.
"What are you doing up already?" Noah frowned.
"I leave for a few days and you end up like this?"
He raised a hand.
Soft golden light flowed into Strange's body.
"A healing spell," Noah said casually.
"It was in the books I gave you. Why didn't you learn it?"
"It's too hard," Strange replied with a wry smile.
Then his expression changed.
He straightened, eyes widening.
"...I'm fully healed."
"That's incredible."
Noah smiled but didn't explain.
If a healing spell couldn't do this much, it wasn't worth learning.
Then his expression shifted.
He frowned slightly.
Because he felt it.
A strange magical fluctuation in the room.
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