Obtaining Gryffindor's Authority

In a world that was brilliantly multicolored yet incomparably dim, Sean watched another figure slowly fade away, slowly drift into the distance, and pursed his lips.

He saw the figure walk toward the Underworld Wheel, then viciously plunge a hand into his own chest.

A massive black shadow, along with a translucent heart and blood vessels, was ripped out together.

A piercing roar from someone unknown echoed through the entire space in an inhuman manner, making even the Underworld Wheel tremble slightly.

Sean knew who it was, and he also knew what Sean from the Annihilated Timeline was doing.

After taking one final deep look, he turned around without a trace of reluctance and drifted back toward where he had come from.

As his vision gradually blurred, an irresistible yet delightfully welcoming pull suddenly seized him.

It was like being dropped into a pool of warm water. After a brief pause, Sean slowly opened his eyes.

Before him stood Gryffindor, his face full of anticipation and faint impatience.

"Sir Knight, you nearly destroyed this world—because you irresponsibly dragged me into the Soul World." Sean rose to his feet, brushed at the hem of his clothes, and spoke casually.

Gryffindor let out a huge sigh of relief. He knew that the Sean before him was now the real, complete Sean.

He rubbed his hands together apologetically, wearing a placating smile that did not suit his status at all. "It's good that you're back, good that you're back—ugh, don't look at me like that. Try looking at me one more time?"

Sean's brow twitched.

"If you keep looking at me, I'm really going to feel guilty—fine, I admit that my trial really didn't account for that factor. I'll compensate you, I promise."

Sean, who felt neither sad nor happy, merely pursed his