"Fine, if you don't want to say, forget it."
The young man let out a long sigh.
"I've watched the stars here for centuries. I'm certain no one was supposed to arrive here at this time. So, young man beyond fate, what is your purpose in coming here? You wouldn't happen to be here to break the seal, would you?"
The young man, who had been putting on a serious face, suddenly made an exaggerated expression of surprise.
You got that right, but what's the problem? Cypher remained silent, quietly watching the man perform.
"Meditation? Oh... no, it's called Occlumency now. It seems you've practiced it well. I can't read your thoughts from your expression."
"But sometimes, silence is the best answer."
"Relax, I won't stop you."
Seeing that Fiendfyre had already appeared in Cypher's hand, the young man hurriedly sped up his speech to make his stance clear.
"You talk too much..."
As he dispersed the flames in his hand, Cypher spoke.
Then he fell silent for a while before continuing.
"I want to lift part of the seal here. Do you know how?"
He truly had no idea what to do next after arriving here, so what was the harm in listening to this suspicious ghost? In any case, the final decision was still in his own hands.
"Hey, hey, is that any way to ask for help? Has the world outside really become this awful? A young man threatening and tempting an elderly elder, all to achieve his own goal through the old man, without caring about the old man's wounded... heart..."
What was with this intensely Disney-like performance?
Cypher admitted that the exaggerated act had genuinely stunned him.
Otherwise, this youthful-looking ghost who always called himself an old man would never have said so much.
Perhaps