The bedroom Merlin had cleaned was free of any strange odors.
However.
Albus Dumbledore and Nick LeMay still did not quite dare approach—having witnessed that utterly disgusting scene firsthand, they could not help feeling psychologically repulsed.
"What do you think of that fighting style, Albus?" Nick LeMay broke the silence, his voice low and gentle, carrying a trace of a French accent.
"Do you want the honest answer?" Dumbledore did not reply at once. He sighed softly, his gaze still fixed on Ian's figure standing by the door in the distance.
"This is difficult to evaluate, Nick."
"Ian's fighting style... truly exceeded my expectations. His magic is not only powerful, but also... full of uncertainty. And his way of thinking is completely different from ordinary people's. One could even say that his very existence is an 'anomaly.'" Dumbledore was not merely tactfully judging the methods Ian had used on Merlin.
At the same time.
His exceptional insight also made him realize just how much magical gold content lay behind Ian's absurd methods. It was power beyond what most wizards could imagine.
And when it came to insight, Nick LeMay was not much inferior to Dumbledore.
"You are right, Albus." Nick LeMay nodded, his brows drawing together slightly. "Yes, his magic... even reminds me of those ancient alchemical legends."
"His Transfiguration has already surpassed conventional limits. It has even entered realms we never imagined." He paused, and a trace of puzzlement entered his voice.
As someone who had lived for more than six hundred years, Nick LeMay was keenly aware that "he seems to have some special influence on Merlin... I do not merely mean that Merlin would do something so disgusting as well. Rather, Merlin seems to have some sort of special attachment to him."
"It is precisely because of