Ian's expression turned grave.
Drawing on the knowledge he had learned at Hogwarts and his own keen perception of magic, he determined that these patients had fallen victim to an extremely ancient and powerful curse.
He had never felt the power of this curse in reality. He had only heard vague mention of it in those ancient magical tomes. Supposedly, only wizards of Legendary Status could cast such a terrifying curse.
Yes.
This was a meme curse spread by a Legend.
Without a doubt.
Its structure was exactly the same as what Ian had seen in Slytherin's notes in the Restricted Section of the library, at least in its form and characteristics.
Of course, Ian was not in a good position to explain this to the priests here—there was a gap of two thousand years in their understanding. Their ways of thinking and comprehending knowledge differed, and it could not be said that the priests were entirely wrong. After all, the methods of a Legend truly belonged to a realm beyond mortals.
Legend.
That was the status closest to that of a god.
The magic and power they possessed were utterly beyond the reach of ordinary wizards. Perhaps they truly could break through the protection of divine favor, since gods had never bestowed their protection upon believers without reservation.
To contend with weak divine power.
A Legend could most likely do it. Ian was not entirely sure about that, either. After all, he had not truly become a Legend yet. Or rather, for all this time, he could only be considered half a step into Legend.
The kind of half-step powerhouse that would make even fantasy novel power systems call him an expert, yet in essence, Ian was still only at the pinnacle of wizardkind. He had failed to glimpse