Lust's memories gradually unfolded, and Sean's expression grew ever more profound.
He had been thinking about this all along. Herpo was certainly a genius. Anyone capable of breeding a Basilisk and inventing Horcruxes, though evil, had to be a genius.
But no matter how gifted a wizard was, he should not have been able to come into contact with gods of a higher order.
It was an opening. Once it had been torn open, there was finally a way to learn more. But if it had never been torn open, how could you even know?
Now it seemed that Death God had been the one to tear that opening open for Herpo...
Come to think of it, it actually made sense... All sorts of legends about Death God had been passed down in the mortal world, even making their way into the Wizarding World's famous children's book, The Tales of Beedle the Bard—the stories inside were actually real. Who could handle that?
That was downright terrifying...
Lust continued, "It seemed Death God wanted to cultivate a spokesperson for Him in the mortal world... I do not know what happened during that time, but Herpo traveled the world and eventually entered the Realm of Illusion."
"I..."
Hearing the hesitation in Lust's voice, Sean frowned. "Say whatever you want. It does not matter if you say it. Your true self in the mortal world will not be punished."
"That is true—" Lust gave a bitter laugh, though her voice remained cautious. "I... I thought about it afterward. Herpo was most likely guided into the Realm of Illusion by Death God..."
Sean nodded. He knew this—during Herpo's travels, Wisdom Snake had guided him.
Now, it seemed they had simply invited the wolf into the house—and the origin of it all was rather ridiculous.