The memory magic continued to unfold.
As Raven's slightly shrill voice appeared, the scene woven from countless threads became clearer. It was Merlin's memories, spanning from his childhood to adulthood.
The four seasons.
Overlapped and changed.
The light and shadows in the forest gradually shifted, the cycle of the seasons racing through Merlin's memories. The scenery around him alternated constantly, from spring's tender green to summer's lush abundance, then autumn's gold and winter's silver-white. Amid those seasonal changes, young Merlin gradually grew into a tall young man.
And that black Raven had always remained by his side, like a strict mentor.
"Slow down, slow down."
Ian wanted to learn more. Naturally, he could not review Merlin's past in such a fast-forward manner. He felt that Merlin seemed to be deliberately hiding some information.
Sure enough.
Hearing the Young Wizard's words, Merlin knew he could no longer muddle through. He sighed and adjusted the presentation of his memories. He simply had the awkward reluctance of not wanting his embarrassing past exposed.
Before them—
As Merlin slowly revealed more.
It was still the forest near the monastery. When spring returned and all things came back to life, that Fairytale Forest brimmed with even greater vitality.
Tender green shoots sprouted from the branches. Colorful wildflowers bloomed across the grass, and when the breeze passed by, the flowers swayed gently and released waves of enchanting fragrance.
Little Merlin still lived here.
However.
His time for play was clearly dwindling, replaced by all kinds of study.
Young Merlin sat beneath an ancient oak tree, holding a worn magic book in his hands. His brows were tightly furrowed as though he were working hard to understand its contents. His face was still childish, but his gaze carried the distinctive air of a top student. He read