Seeing the thoughtful look between Voldemort's brows, Herpo said, "If you have doubts about my judgment, perhaps you can verify it directly."
Voldemort raised his head, his gaze settling on Herpo.
"You should understand..." He scrutinized Herpo. "In this world, only I decide when and how to seek the truth. What verification are you talking about?"
"Of course I understand that." Herpo did not beat around the bush and went straight to the point. "We can verify it using this Ritual Magic."
"Have your servant speak up and demand every detail about that Ritual Magic. I am confident that Guardian will definitely provide it!"
"You have heard Carcas mention countless times what Guardian and Dumbledore have been doing lately."
"After Guardian and Dumbledore gained the ability to freely enter and leave the 'Misty Illusory Realm,' they merely invited many... um... members of that organization, what was it called..."
"The Order of the Phoenix," Voldemort replied casually. "An utterly foolish organization, bewitched by Dumbledore's words. They can gain nothing and change nothing, yet they are willing to give everything."
At Voldemort's words, the kneeling Barty Crouch Jr. knitted his brows tightly.
In the past, he would certainly have laughed at this moment, mocking the Order of the Phoenix.
Unfortunately, he could no longer do such a thing. He gradually realized that the reason the Order of the Phoenix's members had been willing to give everything might have been because what they wanted to protect was something far more steadfast than "power"!
He sighed inwardly. Why had he only realized these things now?
Why had his past self lacked such awareness?
"Yes! The members of the Order of the Phoenix!" Herpo picked up the thread. "They only invited members of the Order of the Phoenix into the 'Misty Illusory Realm' to meet