Only to see.
As Morgan finished speaking.
Countless lines began to emerge on the stone wall of the cliff, interlinking to form complex and mysterious patterns, which gradually transformed into a pair of sharp eyes.
Ian was still pondering the structure of these Magic Runes.
The next moment.
The expression on his face froze again.
"In quantum mechanics, the wave function describes the state of particles, and when a particle is observed, the wave function instantly 'collapses' to a definite state."
"Please answer me, how does this process happen and why does it happen?" A voice came from the stone wall, its tone could be described as very gentle.
A bit like the feeling of Nana Mizuki. Yes, the familiar Nana Mizuki, asking a question not belonging to the ancient times in Old English, making Ian instinctively want to cover his face.
"I must not be fully awake yet."
His heart trembled.
The last bit of lucky thinking almost completely disappeared at this moment. The eyes on the stone wall are so familiar, like those of an eagle, or perhaps they actually belong to an eagle.
"Ravenclaw College's door knocker..."
Ian realized that he might never be able to wash off the stain of betrayal and treachery, and now he's curious how Morgan would answer this question that no one could solve in the present day.
"I don't know."
Morgan's answer was unexpected.
Her following response made the Little Wizard's mouth twitch.
"But I know that the Supreme Mage Medivh in this world loves you the most." Morgan spoke calmly, not knowing where she found such information.
Anyway.
After hearing her answer.
The ever-glittering wall of the cliff again emitted a gentle voice.
"You misunderstood my question, yet gave an answer akin to truth, how could it not be considered correct?" The cliff trembled, revealing a dark black cave.
"..."
Ian's heart felt as if a thousand alpacas were galloping solemnly across it.
This blasted security system.
Could it be even more careless?
"Is it out of its mind!" Ian's thought almost subconsciously entered such a rant, yet upon reconsidering, it seemed like that damned door knocker indeed might be mentally unstable.
"Look, isn't it amusing."
Morgan turned her head mockingly towards Ian beside her.
"Uh... I'm a bit confused."
Feeling guilty, Ian chose to feign ignorance.
Fortunately, Morgan didn't say anything further, only smiling slightly with pleasure, before stepping into the cave ahead, with the Little Wizard quickly following behind.
The cave was pitch black.
Morgan raised her hand with a gentle wave.
Then a soft beam of light illuminated the way ahead.
They continued winding down the uneven stone stairs, the ancient runes carved on the cave walls flickering with a faint glow as if telling stories of past ages.
"Hmm?"
Ian found himself unable to distinguish what the murals depicted.
"Can't recall."
Morgan's universal excuse carried a bit of indifference.
It's hard to tell whether she truly can't recall, or is deliberately hiding something. The more familiar one becomes with this Legendary Witch, the harder it is to discern which part of her words is truthful.
Again, they continued to move forward.
A massive Bronze Gate appeared before them.
The stone door was engraved with complex patterns.
Similarly indistinct.
Only the eight shiny characters on either side of the Bronze Gate once again stimulated the Little Wizard's nerves.
[World Savior and Disaster Destroyer]
[Independent for Ten Thousand Generations]
If it were written in Old English or any other language, Ian might convince himself it was penned by someone else, but the trouble was it had to be shining, visible Chinese.
Simplified ones.
"..."
Ian felt his face burning. Good news, he witnessed a shameless person beyond his expectations, bad news, this shameless person seemed too much like his thick-skinned self.
"Are you nervous again?"
Morgan didn't turn around.
Yet she seemed to know the Little Wizard's state thoroughly.
"No! How could I be nervous! I don't even know what's going on here!" The Little Wizard instinctively responded, but his slightly loud voice had a hint of cover-up.
"Oh?"
Morgan teasingly enlongated the syllable, standing before the huge Bronze Gate, drawing out one letter after another from the countless complicated patterns on the Bronze Gate.
Medivh.
She pieced these letters together, forming a name seemingly answering the eight-character description on the Bronze Gate, then a sound as if the earth was shaking arose throughout the underground cave.
"Boom boom boom~"
The Bronze Gate was opening.
Ian fixed his eyes wanting to look inside.
However.
An overwhelming green directly filled his vision, engulfing him and Morgan — Morgan made no reaction, allowing the green light to swallow them both.
After the green light consumed everything, the surroundings changed.
"Hu~"
Loud snoring sounded beside their ears, the snore of the Giant Dragon perched on the castle — Ian and Morgan returned to the courtyard before the Ancient Castle.
"Thus, I came here."
Morgan spread her hands, her tone light as she recounted her own death.
"You face death with remarkable composure."