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Chapter 225, Section 224: The Soul Palace! An Unbelievable Person!
Chapter 225, Section 224: The Soul Palace! An Unbelievable Person!
This dinner party.
This is absolutely significant for Ian.
Not only because he discovered some strange secrets about himself, but also because of the request of Duke Royas of Tintagil and his wife, Lady Igraine, he once again clearly perceived the strangeness of traveling through history. He had personally participated in the origin of a figure who would later become a household name for both wizards and Muggles.
He was naming a protagonist destined for glory in a legendary tale, a truly extraordinary experience.
It truly gave Ian a strange, unreal feeling.
Dreamy.
Of course, discovering the truth of history and realizing some errors and omissions in the historical records is also an indescribable experience. Who would have thought that the name Arthur was actually chosen by the "Cuckolded Duke" Rojas?
have to say.
Even the most audacious unofficial histories of later generations never mention this situation: Lady Iglene was pregnant with King Arthur before King Uther took her away.
and.
Duke Rojas of Tintagil actually believed that his wife was pregnant with his child and was quite concerned about it. It just goes to show that sometimes reality is more absurd than fiction.
No one could have imagined that this part of history would be such an outrageous situation.
The most fantastical plots always originate from reality. It's likely that even historians themselves didn't believe in such things, which is why historical records often differ significantly from reality. Of course, opinions vary regarding the origin of King Arthur's name, and the fact that he wasn't initially named Pendragon clearly didn't significantly influence his eventual becoming Pendragon and his extraordinary achievements.
"Arthur's name will one day resound throughout Great Britain."
Ian didn't know the circumstances under which the name Arthur would have been chosen without his involvement. However, one thing Ian was certain of was that his "blessing" would definitely come true.
After all, differences in details will absolutely not affect a historically significant piece of information.
The power of time and fate can heal some of the ups and downs that are not absolute.
about this point.
Ian's feelings serve as much of the evidence. When he spoke to bestow a name, Duke Royas of Tintagil and his wife, Lady Igraine, also decided on the child's name—Arthur.
next moment.
The couple were still immersed in their wonderful anticipation of their future child, while Ian felt an extraordinary change. He felt a warm current surge from the depths of his mind, quickly spreading throughout his body, as if some kind of power was growing within him. His fingers trembled slightly, his heart raced, as if his entire being was filled with this power.
Indistinctly.
The young wizard saw a legendary image unfolding deep within his consciousness. In the image, a sword shining with golden light slowly emerged, its blade engraved with ancient runes, radiating an aura of majesty and holiness.
"What is this?!" Ian was shocked, but he quickly realized that the sword was not just an illusion, but the embodiment of some kind of power.
He felt a certain power growing within him—just like his paradoxical authority and his legendary nature. The difference was that, unlike the authority that couldn't be seen on his personal panel, this power, which seemed to carry a legend, was displayed on his personal panel.
Name: Ian Prince Occupation: Origin Warlock [You have quietly acquired the qualifications to become the origin of the bloodline. Your extraordinary characteristics will provide the foundation for creating a powerful earth-based warlock branch.]
Magic Power: Level 11 Rank: Celestial Legendary Evidence of Cause and Effect: Shattered Edge of Law!
Skill: [Enlightenment of Wisdom [This skill cannot be upgraded]]
【Guardian Spell (Level 4) 758/800】
Ancient Alchemy (Level 6) 76/3200
[Unlocking Charm (Level 6) 432/3200]
Potions Mastery (Level 7) 182/6400
Yes.
Compared to when he was promoted to Legendary not long ago, Ian's personal panel has changed even more. Not only has his class changed from Bloodline Warlock to Origin Warlock, making him seem special as if he can "carve out his own lineage" among the wizards, but even the items displayed on his personal panel have been increased.
Evidence of cause and effect!
Ian pondered the deeper meaning behind the name, and at the same time, through his personal panel, he gained a clearer understanding of the power that had recently emerged within him.
Well, how should I put it?
It's like an extraordinary attribute, but the difference is that it's not limited to a certain type of magic, or even to magic at all; instead, it directly grants Ian a powerful attribute.
【The Edge of Shattered Laws】!
As its name suggests, this characteristic will grant Ian an authority unattainable by ordinary people. This power contains the power to break laws, the authority to shatter all rules of the world, whether magical barriers or worldly laws.
They will all become as fragile as paper in the face of his attacks.
"A power that feels so familiar."
Ian had witnessed such power before, in the form of Ariana, with whom he had formed a guardian pact, and Ariana's power came from the blessing of Pendro.
In other words, this power originally belonged to Pendragon, who is still Arthur Pendragon in his mother's womb. Ian has found solid evidence to reveal his good friend's identity.
"No wonder Pendro doesn't seem to have any reverence for wizards in his words—" Ian still preferred to use that title, since he had called Pendro that for many years.
He sensed Pandro's confidence from his own gains.
If Ian is willing.
Any attack, spell, swordsmanship, or punch from him will have the effect of breaking the rules. Even in ordinary magical clashes, his magic will carry a spell-breaking effect.
Of course, if the opponent is too strong, the effect will not be very good. After all, this is just an authority, not a conceptual power, and it cannot always play its maximum role regardless of the difference in strength.
The same applies to the paradoxical authority. In fact, as long as Ian doesn't provoke the gods in the clouds, there aren't many beings in the world whose strength can truly overwhelm him. The greatest use of this authority is that it gives him an innate advantage in confrontations between people of the same level.
"【Shattered Edge】—truly lives up to its name." Ian's lips curled slightly upward, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. He imagined that if he had possessed this power when he fought Merlin before, the process of defeating Merlin would definitely have been much easier, and he might have been able to defeat his opponent through sheer strength without needing to use extraordinary wisdom.
Merlin's magic, however powerful, could not withstand a force capable of shattering the rules. He may possess a powerful legendary essence, but Ian's essence and authority are definitely not limited to just one thing!
"This is practically a leap in combat power. Sure enough, cheating is fun for a while, and cheating all the time is even more fun."
The young wizard clenched his fist, feeling the surge of power within him, his heart filled with confidence and anticipation. He knew this power would give him an absolute advantage in future battles. Whether facing powerful enemies or breaking through complex magical traps, [Shattered Edge] would be his most reliable strength.
"Now I think I understand why I made Medivh's name permeate history in the future—" Ian said with a sudden realization, as if he had finally found the reason for his frequent time travels in the future. If he guessed correctly, by intervening in history, he could draw far more power from it than other wizards who intervened in history.
This must also be related to his unreasonable "plundering" nature, right? After all, the legendary essence that should belong to King Yaser has now been "copied" by him.
Isn't this just another form of plunder? Upon reflection, Ian understood the driving force behind his future actions. If the legendary story of King Arthur brought such a rich return of power, then it's hard to imagine what kind of rich rewards he could obtain by getting involved in those myths.
"Gurgle~"
Just thinking that he might even be able to bear "divine authority" made Ian swallow hard, his mind racing. He silently observed and perceived the changes in himself.
I looked up again.
The flickering candlelight at the dinner party illuminated the faces of the Duke and Duchess as they whispered about their hopes for Yese's future, their expressions filled with an indescribable anticipation and joy.
The Duke's lips curled into a slight smile, his eyes gleaming with pride, as if the name itself foreshadowed his child's future glory. The Lady of Igraine gently stroked her slightly protruding belly, a tender smile on her face, as if imagining what the child named "Arthur" would look like in the future.
After all, they were a couple, or perhaps a couple of three, with a male descendant of King Arthur whose identity the Duke might not even be known to. Naturally, they would treat him as an heir.
There may be some patriarchal bias, but this has been the case since ancient times in both the East and the West. Male heirs are responsible for inheriting the family business, which naturally leads to parents paying more attention to and having higher expectations of them.
"Arthur, that sounds like a good name, at least better than mine."
Little Morgan seemed a little jealous, but not to the point of hating her unborn brother. Ian looked at her, but she was just burying her head and elegantly eating her rice.
"My child, your name also comes from the blessing of a powerful wizard, and it is a good name."
"We won't just give you any ordinary name." Igraine was a good mother, at least for now. She noticed her daughter's emotions and affectionately patted her head.
"Not just you, but also your sisters Mogos and Elaine, you all have names that are destined to be extraordinary." Madam Igraine mentioned her two other daughters who were not present at the dinner.
Perhaps they are not in this castle now—to be fair, the names of children from noble families are indeed carefully chosen, especially in a world with magic—a name is the starting point for a newborn, and a good name can have a significant impact on a person; this is by no means feudal superstition.
"A powerful wizard? Who?" Morgan became interested at the mention of anything involving the supernatural. She stopped eating and looked at her mother with a gleam in her eyes.
Lady Igraine hesitated for a moment, but the Duke chuckled. "Wizards don't just tell people their names, so even we can't give you the answer to that question."
"In fact, you have already found a more powerful wizard as your mentor, so you no longer need to care about other wizards." As he spoke, the Duke gave Ian a meaningful look.
He didn't underestimate Ian because of his young age; on the contrary, he saw it as proof of his strength.
The ability to reverse aging is a true legendary feat in countless stories.
Seeing a vague feeling in the Duke's gaze, Ian sensed the other's emotions.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and a guess immediately came to mind.
"Your Grace, I wonder if the wizards you're talking about are from an organization called the Soul Palace?" After saying this, the little wizard clearly sensed the Duke's emotional fluctuations.
As expected.
"Oh my god, you actually let some filthy mud name me?" Morgan also noticed her father's change, and the first thing she thought of was the shadowy figure that Ian had captured.
It was described as silt.
It is also a rather vivid metaphor.
"Forehead..."
The Duke didn't actually want to bring this up in the open, but now, seeing Ian and his girlfriend's reactions, he finally confirmed his previous guess.
As expected, the powerful wizard of the Soul Palace ran into a wall in front of his own daughter's teacher. Judging from Morgan's attitude, the mysterious wizard seemed to have performed or had very poor combat ability.
Before the Duke could form a concrete conclusion, Morgan stood up, walked over to Ian, exchanged a glance with him, and then took a bottle out of Ian's robe.
It was the bottle containing the Big Bad Wolf's soul. Having witnessed Ian's Animagus form, the Big Bad Wolf huddled obediently in the corner of the bottle, like a little pet.
Even if others cannot see its appearance through the shadow, they can still sense it from the shape of the shadow it presents—this is the first time the Duke has seen such a silent Soul Temple wizard.
He hadn't even expected that the wizard from the Soul Temple would be captured inside a transparent bottle.
"I do like my name, but do these things really have the power to grant blessings?" Morgan shook the bottle in his hand, quite skeptical of the strength of the big gray wolf inside.
The big bad wolf didn't respond or refute, remaining silent as always. The Duke and Duchess were both somewhat embarrassed, unsure how to respond.
"We only have some business dealings with the Soul Temple; we're not really close." It's just that the Duke is overthinking things.
After glancing at the little wizard, he immediately began to distance himself from the Soul Palace.
That is indeed true.
"It's alright, I'm quite familiar with the Soul Hall—""—we're not enemies." Ian was telling the truth, but his act of banning a Soul Hall wizard made his statement less convincing.
The Duke pretended to believe him.
However, seeing that Ian didn't seem to care, the Duke secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at Morgan, who was still somewhat dissatisfied, and then looked at the bottle in Morgan's hand.
"No, child, it was certainly not this Soul Temple wizard who blessed you." Morgan raised an eyebrow at his words and couldn't help but ask further questions out of curiosity.
"What kind of wizard was that?"
It is clear.
Morgan was quite concerned about this issue.
The Duke pondered for a moment.
"Well, as I said, we don't know much about the Soul Palace, so all I can tell you is, child—."
The Duke carefully chose his words, raised his hand, and gently twirled it around. "That's another lump—well, in your words, another clump of muddy shadow."
Seeing her daughter's speechless expression again.
The Duke immediately showed his fatherly love.
"Believe me, my dear, the wizard who named you is a much larger lump of mud—I think that absolutely means she's much, much more powerful."
The Duke's voice was firm and resolute.
but.
However, the expression of emotions was clearly somewhat uncertain.
"????"
Morgan opened his mouth.
In the end, he didn't complain about his father on the spot.
And at that very moment.
"Your Grace, do you really not know what the name of the Soul Temple wizard who named Miss Morgan is?" Ian didn't care about the size of the shadow; he only cared about the emotional fluctuations he could read.
as predicted.
Seeing Ian ask a question and even look up at him, the Duke opened his mouth like his daughter, but after a moment's hesitation, he decided to speak.
"I have a somewhat uncertain answer about this. It's a name I heard from another wizard when I met two Soul Temple wizards at the same time."
The Duke looked at his daughter, as if lost in some kind of memory. He was recalling the night when Morgan was just born, the night he first encountered the wizard of the Soul Temple.
"What is it?"
Ian did not attempt Legilimency, but simply asked again politely. The Duke, after setting down his plate, once more glanced at the glass bottle in Morgan's hand.
"If I remember correctly, that should be a leader-level wizard in the Soul Hall organization, whom other Soul Hall wizards call —" The Duke paused slightly here.
"Cinderella".
He lowered his voice.
He spoke a name in a soft, gentle voice.
"really."
Ian was slightly surprised, but not unexpected. If even the Big Bad Wolf exists, then the emergence of a Cinderella is not something hard to understand.
This is what is called the Soul Palace.
It seems to carry the characters from one fairy tale after another. Just like the Big Bad Wolf said when he introduced himself. They are all people from fairy tales, a continuation of the story.
Just as the young wizard was sketching out information about the Soul Palace in his mind.
The Duke spoke again.
"I remember that the Soul Temple wizard and her companion came to my house together. I haven't seen her other companion since."
"But I still remember information about that wizard." I don't know why the Duke was so enthusiastic, but he was actively revealing information about the Soul Temple to Ian.
"You heard that wizard's name too?"
Ian guessed.
The Duke nodded again.
"To be precise, it was my wife who had a conversation with that wizard—she wasn't feeling well when she gave birth to little Morgan, and the wizard gave her a potion."
He looked at his wife, Ms. Igraine.
obviously.
Ms. Igraine was reluctant to "betray" the wizard who had once helped her, but seeing the determination in her husband's eyes, she could only sigh helplessly.
"Yes, that's right. I talked with that wizard for a long time. Like the wizards of the Yuanta Soul Temple, she has a shadowy aura, but she took the initiative to tell me her name." As Ms. Igraine spoke, she looked at her husband, as if she didn't quite understand why her husband was such a "fence-sitter".
perhaps.
Did her husband know some more private information about her daughter's teacher? With this thought in mind, the conflicted Ms. Igraine had to make a decision.
"Let me guess, Belle? Dorothy? Esmeralda? Gacondi? Or Maya or Alice?" Ian rattled off a list of many female characters from the children's department.
He noticed the gender pronouns used by the Duke and Duchess when referring to the Soul Temple wizards.
No, that's not it.
Ms. Igraine gave Ian a slightly odd look.
He spoke softly.
"She told me her name was Lily Evans, and that she was a potions scholar." As the saying goes, one shouldn't be afraid to make a shocking statement, and Ms. Igraine probably found the origin of this name difficult to trace.
Both Ian and Riddle were stunned upon hearing this.
"Snap!"
Riddle's food fell onto his plate. How could he not be familiar with this name? After his resurrection and research into history, he knew what kind of experiences his original self had gone through.
"What did you say? Lily? Lily Evans?" Ian Jenren couldn't believe his ears. Even though he was mentally prepared, he never thought he would hear this name.
Harry Potter, what the heck? How come his uncle's white moonlight is in the Hall of Souls?! Hmm! Could it be because Hogwarts is also a children's club?!
That's just ridiculous!
Lily enters the Soul Palace.
Is Old Potter alone in his empty room in a dreamlike, fantastical world?