Agatha's small body was trembling uncontrollably.
She saw the powerful Wizards of the Morning Light Vanguard, whom Harry had mentioned countless times, each saluting in a direction with an almost fanatical reverence.
This included the one known as Queen Alba of the "Emerald Sun".
"Why... do they respect uncle so much..."
Agatha couldn't help but murmur.
Beside her, Heather glanced down at her, then looked towards the direction in which someone had disappeared, whispering with infatuation, "Because your uncle once saved them all...
The name Ronan Damien may gradually be forgotten, but the legend of the 'Golden Dawn' will be passed down on this continent for at least a millennium..."
"Boom!"
In an instant, two figures that had always held immense weight in Agatha's mind suddenly merged into one.
Agatha clutched the Ice Crystal Necklace around her neck tightly, many questions seemingly being answered at that moment.
