That meant there was hope!
Gellert was over the moon, but he couldn't show it. He could only struggle to hold back his laughter, his old face turning bright red.
"How could you know? You shouldn't know."
Dumbledore felt like he was missing something. His expression was strange.
Gellert thought Klein didn't know who he was. Klein had actually known Gellert's identity all along, but had never brought it up with him.
Wait, this was getting confusing.
The old man needed to sort it out.
"I just know."
Now that they'd laid everything out in the open, there was no point trying to hide certain things anymore.
Klein spread his hands and looked at Dumbledore.
"Headmaster, I think it's time to tell him 'the truth.'"
The truth?
Dumbledore still hadn't escaped his own labyrinth of thoughts when he suddenly jolted.
He and Klein had done plenty of things they'd rather keep under wraps.
But if Klein meant "the truth" in particular, then—
"Hm?"
Seeing the two of them speak in riddles, Gellert was getting more and more confused.
What on earth were they talking about?
"Ahem. Let me explain."
There was no point keeping it secret. As a member of the Grindelwald family, Gellert had the right to know some things.
Dumbledore chose his words carefully, then slowly began.
"Do you know Soren?"
Soren?
Demon Lord Soren!
Gellert hadn't expected Dumbledore to bring him up out of nowhere.
He blinked, unsure what the old geezer was getting at.
"As you can see, Soren—"
When Gellert didn't answer, Dumbledore was just about to reveal this earth-shattering secret when he was suddenly interrupted by a question.
"Isn't Soren your son?"
The moment the words fell, the air froze.
Dumbledore: "..."
Klein: "..."
"I thought you were going to say something else. Oh,