At Lynn's home.
Other than weeping bitterly, Kira did not answer his question.
It did not need to answer. From its reaction alone, Lynn already knew the answer.
He let out a long sigh and slipped the black cross in his hand into his pocket.
To be honest, being Grindelwald's descendant only sounded impressive. In reality, aside from a talent for dark magic, all it left him with was trouble.
The Professor Foxx who had been with him these past two days was obviously fake; Lynn could tell from various minor details. He had a guess as to who that person really was, but because of that person's identity, the guess could only remain buried in his heart forever.
As for those Saints, Lynn felt that the reason they had lied afterward might have been because that fake Professor Foxx had been present, or perhaps for some other reason.
But that was unimportant. He could not possibly seek out Grindelwald's former followers again. Under Dumbledore's watchful eye, someone with his identity would be practically asking to die if he dared contact that faction.
He did not blame Kira any further for deceiving him into entering Abros. That had simply been the situation at the time. Before absolute trust had been built between them, if it had told Lynn that entering that city would cost him his magic, he would have turned around and left. His life at Hogwarts had been going smoothly, so why would he take such a risk?
Even now, if he were sent back and given the choice again, Lynn would never enter that city at this time, because the risks he had to bear were completely disproportionate to the rewards.
The increase in magical power and the black cross's wandless casting effect were only icing on