Riddle is collapsing.
And Ian is no different.
Ultimately, he has some resonance with the Black Demon King—what kind of wizard joke is this! The era he's fallen into happens to be the Arthurian era he saw in the Time Passage just now!? Hadn't he already "crossed" it!? Shouldn't he be heading to a more advanced era by now!
How could it be that the era he's fallen into is still this one!
The most crucial part is... Miss Morgan... When did fate become so humorous... Ian's hand, pointing at little girl Morgan's forehead, still trembled slightly even after the glow dissipated.
This is an instinctive reflex.
For the first time, he felt what it was like for his fingers to go soft.
"Your forehead is dirty, let me wipe it off for you." Ian's index finger lightly brushed against Miss Morgan's skin, trying to make the best of the situation despite not being an expert in such matters.
While trying to appear helpful, the Little Wizard was also doing a psychological build-up within himself—Morgan is a legend, isn't he a legend too?
Does a legend need to fear a legend?
Well... maybe it is still possible to fear a bit less, sharing the same rank, he possesses the authority of paradox, any formidable legend should have no problem encountering him.
Thinking this way.
Ian's spirits lifted again. He tried not to think about having to face the deadly Morgan, the Morgan in the Misty Illusion Realm where magic wasn't compared, but cognition was.
"Teacher, your mind is very chaotic right now, why?" Little girl Morgan gazed up at Ian with eyes like black gemstones, her voice carrying a hint of naive curiosity.
"..."
Ian withdrew his hand, struggling to refute.
"How did you see that?"
He pretended to be calm, forcing out a stiff smile. At this point, he could do nothing but brace himself and listen to the unsettling address from the other side.
"I sensed it."
Little girl Morgan replied honestly.
Alright, alright, alright.
The Bad Woman claimed she didn't know mind reading!
What the hell is this!
"Mind reading?"
Ian quietly took out the recorder.
Without making a sound, he pressed the record button, hoping to use it as evidence for everyone to "settle accounts" when he faces embarrassing situations in the Misty Illusion Realm next time.
Good plan.
However.
Little girl Morgan shook her head.
"I can only sense the emotions of people around me, that's not mind reading." Not only did she fail to meet Ian's expectations, she even made him feel a sense of familiar déjà vu.
Isn't this my line?
Once upon a time.
In front of a good uncle, Ian also said such words, and now, he can read anyone's mind whenever he wishes and it doesn't affect him playing sixteen-step Rubik's Cube.
Only mind readers truly understand mind readers.
Minds are all dirty.
"That's an incredible talent." Ian raised both thumbs, attempting to provide emotional validation to the Miss Morgan before him, hoping she might forget today's unpleasantness by tomorrow.
"Initially, I actually couldn't perceive your emotions, which made me think you were a powerful wizard. However, just now you clearly had a moment of emotional destabilization."
"When you heard my self-introduction... and him, I distinctly felt his extreme fear... Can you tell me why?"
Little girl Morgan turned her head to look at Riddle lying on the ground.
Her wisdom might not be mature in some areas, but she undoubtedly already possesses a mentality far beyond her age, allowing her to discover curious problems so keenly.
Seeing little girl Morgan looking at him, Riddle quickly presented his most sincere, gentle, college-practiced smile of 2.5 years.
"That's because I have genuine respect."
He also tried hard to make excuses for himself.
However.
This explanation proved harder to believe than Ian's, and compared to Ian, little girl Morgan clearly had no intention of sparing any face for Riddle.
"I don't believe you."
Her crisp voice was very clear.
The response was very straightforward.
Directly freezing Riddle's expression considerably.
"That's because my teacher is also called Morgan." Ian hurriedly stepped forward to tell the truth at this moment, but he had no intention of revealing the whole truth here.
"Huh?"
Miss Morgan's expression turned suddenly surprised.
"Such a coincidence."
Her eyes were visibly brighter, weighing things internally, she chose to seize this opportunity, "So, could this be called fate between you and me?"
Such words.
Clearly intended to deepen the bond with Ian.
When it comes to what offspring of nobility excel in, this is certainly something learned and diffused since childhood.
"Of course."
Ian didn't even think before responding, though he still felt the current situation oddly magical, he wouldn't dare to let hesitation become a handle against him.
He doesn't know the little girl Morgan before him well, but he surely understands the Bad Woman Morgan he knows, who knows whether this is something that has already happened or is currently happening.
If it's the former, that's fine.
But if it's the latter... the Little Wizard doesn't dare to think about what he might face in his next Misty Illusion Realm journey, which might mean dealing with a teacher turned "red-named" after fate's alteration.