"This..."
An imperceptible mark reflected in his eyes. Riddle, occupying Malfoy's body, seemed not to notice it at all. He merely appeared to feel some discomfort in his eyes and raised a hand to rub them.
Seeing this.
The mysterious man in black robes merely curled the corner of his mouth into a strange smile.
The gloomy temple resembled ruins abandoned long ago.
As if it had been forgotten by the passage of time for many years.
There were only two people in the hall spanning several thousand square meters. One was Riddle, occupying Malfoy's body, and the other was the Snake-faced Wizard who called himself Helpo.
He was tall, shrouded in a wide black cloak, radiating a cold and powerful aura that rather suited the surrounding environment.
The walls here were built from rough black stone, and the stone wall was covered in strange vines that twisted faintly in the darkness, as though alive. The air was filled with a damp, rotten smell mixed with a faint scent of sulfur that made one want to vomit—perhaps because it was located on Mount Vesuvius, a place few dared approach.
Though Riddle had suffered a tremendous mental shock and encountered an unforeseen accident that had caught him off guard, he had been secretly investigating his surroundings ever since he had come to one's senses.
After all, he was someone destined to become the Dark Lord. He still possessed this much composure in the face of change. Even so, the identity revealed by the being who had forcibly moved him here had greatly startled him.
Helpo... Legendary Wizard Helpo... How is this possible? Helpo shouldn't belong to this era. Riddle's thoughts churned, his mind filled with doubts about the identity of the person before him.
He was an extremely suspicious person and