Ⅲ
Lucius jerked his head up, a glint appearing in his dull eyes.
Grindelwald looked at Lucius and said slowly-
"Your memories were only muddled, not erased.
So what you need to do now is sort through them, bit by bit.
It will be an extremely slow and difficult process.
And me?
I can give you some pointers."
A smile appeared on Grindelwald's pale face.
At that moment, an inexplicable charisma shone from the leader of the [Black Cat Followers], enough to draw in many whose minds were immature-or mature but troubled.
Where did it come from?
Perhaps from his inhuman pallor.
Only the crescent moon illuminated the window late at night.
Its pure light made his pale hair and face seem to bloom. Dust hung in the air around Grindelwald, and Lucius instantly chose to believe him.
As long as he could recover his true memories, Lucius was willing to believe.
And when someone was willing, everything became much easier.
"What pointers?"
Lucius pressed.
"Godslaying!"
Grindelwald spoke softly.
His tone and demeanor were extraordinarily casual.
But Lucius looked stunned.
"What, scared? Don't dare?"
Grindelwald lowered his head to look at Lucius, amusement in his eyes.
"I'm scared.
But I dare."
Lucius nodded, then shook his head.
The young avenger naturally knew how terrifying deities were.
But...
What did the young avenger have left to lose?
Nothing.
He had lost everything.
Even his memories.
His life had utterly lost its worth. He had no idea what he was living for, so...
Perhaps recovering my memories will give my life a little meaning?
Perhaps I won't feel so empty!
No!
At least it will prove I'm not nothing!
The dullness in Lucius's eyes vanished completely, leaving only resolve.
And Grindelwald felt satisfied.
The leader of the [Black Cat Followers] lightly clapped