But as a memory wizard, after just those few questions, he could sense that there was no pretense in the other man's emotions—at least, the parts about saving people and guarding against DeSantis or the Magical Congress of the United States massacring werewolves were credible.
They really were that heartless!
Of course, Vaughn was far more skilled at memory magic than he was, and he did not have that much faith in his own abilities.
So he merely snorted. "Even if you're a very honest person, what does that have to do with me? Why should I help you determine DeSantis's true identity? You don't think that just because you made me realize DeSantis isn't a good person, I'll assume you are one, do you?"
How naive!
He had long passed the age of believing the world was simply black and white.
However, he had clearly underestimated Vaughn's twisted logic.
The red-haired young wizard with refined, handsome features still looked at him with utter sincerity. "Exactly. I'm not a good person, and neither is DeSantis. You hate me, and now you hate him too, so why not tell me who he is and let the two bastards you hate fight each other?"
"..."
Essex looked utterly bewildered, but upon thinking it over, he actually found it rather reasonable...
Late at night, the moon shone brightly, and faint wolf howls rose and fell in the distance.
Vaughn leaned against the bay window in the suite, watching the moonlit city outside and listening to the wolves howl as memories from not long ago surged before his eyes.
"...I don't know DeSantis's exact identity. To be precise, every time he appeared before me, he wore an entirely new face—young, middle-aged, old, male, female... Over all these years, there has never been a