John had been to that place too.
Strictly speaking, there was nothing wrong with the Wizard King knowing a few Witcher tricks.
"The strange spring, and that letter."
John sank into thought.
The Wizarding World had several ancient languages.
These ancient languages had some unexpected magical effects.
Runes, for example, were also the main symbols used to make amulets.
Each character had its own magical uses.
The letter from earlier had used a kind of marking magic, as well as a form of Elvish.
And John had once seen elves in that spring.
"Could they have come from there?"
John couldn't be certain either.
He looked up at the sky.
The conjunction of the spheres.
John narrowed his eyes. If it was real, then who was looking for him?
Logically, he shouldn't have left anyone with a grudge deep enough to cross worlds just to find him.
Well, he had killed an army of tens of thousands.
That shouldn't count as some bitter blood feud.
Probably?
John put the letter in a drawer, his gaze sweeping over the Snowy Owl perched on the owl stand with its head tilted.
He went over and rubbed Basil's head.
Basil turned its head aside reluctantly, while Riddle beside it behaved quite well.
Remembering that he still had dried fish at home, John fed some to the two owls.
Tom, who had been asleep, jolted awake and rolled to his feet, his tail wagging like a windmill.
John held out a dried fish, and Tom had already opened his mouth.
Then the dried fish right in front of his mouth vanished.
Man and dog both turned to look at Basil.
The dried fish in Basil's beak had gone from one to two, and its expression remained as proud and defiant as ever.
What else