This death had been planned thoroughly enough.
Even the means of rescue had been anticipated in advance.
Leon mentally wrote down a bolded admission of defeat.
He could see it now. The Ancient One truly wanted to die.
"Master Ancient One, I can understand that after centuries of fighting Dimension Demon Gods, you have grown weary and wish to return to Eternity's embrace."
"But I cannot become the Sorcerer Supreme because you are forcing me into it this way!"
Though he understood her motives, Leon still refused decisively.
"Do you think that just because you die and throw down the burden, I must naturally take your place and fight the Dimension Demon Gods!"
Faced with Leon's questioning,
The Ancient One folded her arms and smiled apologetically.
Everything from the past decade or so of Leon's life was on this Earth. Of course he would protect it.
Forget an invasion by Dimension Demon Gods—even if the Living Tribunal came, he would still charge to the front.
But the Ancient One would not believe that was something Leon was obligated to do.
Just as she allowed Kamar-Taj's apprentices to descend the mountain freely after completing their studies,
without demanding that they repay her for teaching them.
Though she had protected Earth for centuries,
she was actually a self-disciplined person.
Her requirements and rules applied only to herself; she never imposed limits on others.
But this one time, she spoke in a consultative tone.
"Then, for the sake of the magic I taught you, could you temporarily take the position?"
"You only need to fulfill the basic duties and fend off the Dimension Demon Gods."
"After all, you do not want Earth to suffer a dimensional invasion either, do you?"
"You can leave everything else to Mordo. He is a very dependable sorcerer,