Ian also took Little Morgan and used Apparition.
Back to the castle.
The castle wasn't exactly peaceful. The battle by the small river earlier had already alerted the guards here, and many were patrolling the area on high alert.
However, they didn't suspect Little Morgan or Ian, the guest of the host. They only urged Little Morgan to return to the castle quickly to avoid unknown threats.
"Oh, okay."
Little Morgan wasn't foolish; she certainly wouldn't speak about how the forest was destroyed. She led Ian into the castle while the shadow creature she was holding kept chattering away.
"You can't go! You can't dig up Master Medivh's grave!" the shadow creature shouted at Ian, "The Soul Hall isn't something you wizards can mess with!"
It wanted to bluff.
However, Ian didn't speak, and his expression became increasingly strange. With such naming conventions, it was hard for him to imagine anyone else in this world would have a similar sense of aesthetics.
"Do you know about the Soul Hall's Anti-Inflammatory?"
He abruptly asked the shadow creature.
Upon hearing this.
The constantly warning shadow creature seemed as though someone had seized its throat, "How... how do you know the emissary's name? No one outside the Soul Hall should know!"
Goodness.
This was solid evidence.
Ian's expression was quite extraordinary.
He couldn't help but say—I really am a genius!
"Damn! You're definitely like Merlin! Eyeing us! Plotting something amiss! Trying to steal secrets that don't belong to you! To steal that great blessing!"
The shadow creature was obviously mistaken.
It began to curse.
Ian found its curses unpleasant to hear, so he soon found Riddle, who was brewing potions in the castle, and temporarily handed the thing over to him for safekeeping.
"What is this?"
Riddle showed great interest in this special lifeform.
He carefully took it.
"Just don't kill it," Ian didn't know what the shadow creature was, so he avoided answering, merely giving a hint. The smart young Black Demon King certainly understood.
"Got it."
Riddle looked at the shadow in his hand, his eyes flashing with a probing light. He left the hall with the shadow creature, leaving Ian and Little Morgan standing where they were.
At this moment.
Ian saw the figure of Merlin.
He was escorting a disheveled man to the corridor outside the hall. After seeing Ian, he nodded first, then led the disheveled man to disappear before the window.
"Who is that person? Why haven't I seen him before?" Little Morgan remembered nearly every face in the castle, but she was unfamiliar with the man who had just been with Merlin.
Ian opened his mouth.
After careful consideration, he finally said, "I think it's better for you not to know who he is. It's better for you and your family."
There was no way around it.
Who let the Little Wizard think of Morgan's instructions to him in the Misty Illusion Realm?
Follow history.
He certainly couldn't reveal who Merlin brought, nor what he was doing in the castle. That man was clearly King Uther, also known as Uther Pendragon—Morgan's mother's lover.
As well as the father of King Arthur.
It's written in the unofficial histories, and looking at it now, sometimes unofficial histories are the true histories—under the mage Merlin's help, King Uther often disguised himself as Duke Dingtajier to share a bed with Igraine.
As for whether Morgan's mother knew about it, most people in later generations didn't believe she was kept in the dark, since different individuals react differently to such matters.
Such a cruel thing.
It's indeed not something Little Morgan can know about now.
No one knows if the sky would fall.
But history would definitely be rewritten quite a bit because of it.
"Uh... okay, I'll listen to you, teacher." Although Little Morgan was still filled with doubt, seeing Ian's serious expression, she didn't pursue further questions.
She vaguely sensed something unusual but couldn't pinpoint what it was. Temporarily putting this matter behind her, Little Morgan was more concerned with what Ian was going to do next.
"Teacher, are you really going to... that tomb?" Due to Ian's previous hints, Little Morgan was cautious with her words, but she conveyed her meaning clearly enough.
"Could it really be...?"
The young Black Witch couldn't help but carry a few traces of worry in her tone.
Ian paused for a moment, as if contemplating how to respond. Finally, he sighed and said, "Perhaps. I'm not sure, which is why I have to follow Merlin to take a look."
Even if Merlin goes back on his word.
Ian felt he should still go and find out.
No other reason.
Anyone would feel curiosity and apprehension about their possible final destination.
"Teacher, I want to go too!"
Little Morgan was also curious.
However.
Ian firmly expressed his refusal, "That won't do. If it really is my... I mean, if it really is Medivh's grave, honestly, he'd surely trap all who attempt to rob the tomb. The danger there will be beyond my current imagination, and I won't definitely be able to protect you."
This was indeed a necessary precaution. Ian knew that if the tomb was truly his future resting place, he would certainly ensure it wouldn't be easily excavated.
With methods.
He would truly use them all to the fullest extent.
"Alright."
Little Morgan seemed a bit disappointed to hear this, but she didn't continue to persist.
"I'll teach you a domestic spell, Sectemsempra. It slices lamb cuts as thin as cicada wings, melts in your mouth when boiled, and is one of the best everyday spells for home travel."