When Ian heard Merlin utter the words "God Eater, Medivh," his mind buzzed. His entire body stiffened instantly, and the shock on his face turned into something immensely complicated.
It was as though fifteen buckets were drawing water in his heart—seven rising, eight falling—as countless thoughts intertwined and collided wildly. To be fair, the name Merlin had mentioned was completely beyond Ian's expectations.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Though his expression remained calm, turbulent waves were raging within him. Medivh—there was no name more familiar to him, because it was another one of his identities, an alias he should have used while walking through history.
He had never imagined that the tomb Merlin had so Long-awaitedly wanted to rob would be connected to his hidden identity, Medivh. The enormous shock made Ian instinctively want to break the agreement.
After all, who would want to rob their own grave? This was simply too absurd! Ian could not help feeling that it was surreal, experiencing an absurd sense of irony.
It was as though Destiny had played an incomparably huge joke on him.
"I have to rob my own grave?" Ian discovered that the deeply rooted contract could not be shaken. His face looked as bitter as a bitter melon. Sure enough, when you were out making a living, some debts had to be repaid.
"Hm? Is there a problem?" Merlin noticed that something was off about Ian's expression and looked at the twitchy underage Legendary Wizard before him in confusion.
"N-No, there's no problem."
Ian forced out a smile.
Just then.
"Merlin! I'm warning you! Medivh is the Chief Protector of our Soul Hall! If you dare disturb his honored rest, the Soul Hall will make you pay a painful price!"
"Don't think our Soul Hall has no Legends!" the