Two days later.
News that Voldemort was about to return had spread throughout the entire British wizarding world.
Even magical communities from other countries were expressing strong interest—eager to observe the situation unfold.
Then came the investigations.
And that's when things got really messy.
A little digging turned up a few suspicious clues, and the wizarding world quickly became convinced that the Dark Lord's successor—Tom Marvolo Riddle—was about to rise from the grave for round two.
The result? Pure chaos.
Former Death Eaters, half-dead and hiding in the shadows, suddenly found the will to get up and start stirring trouble again.
Every day brought new disturbances, or the threat of them.
Meanwhile, the so-called "instigator" of it all—Orsaga, who hadn't even killed a single person—was still peacefully living his best life in Azkaban, enjoying free meals and warm lodgings.
Serene and undisturbed.
Unfortunately, the Dementor leader didn't share his sense of peace.
Lately, it had noticed something strange about many of its kin.
While they still tormented prisoners like usual, there was now a strange, detached quality to them—a sort of quiet indifference. No passion. No hunger.
The leader was deeply confused.
It didn't understand what was going on.
Then came another day.
As the Dementor leader set out to torment a prisoner and enjoy a little "emotional snack," one of its kin floated up and beckoned it.
It claimed to have something… interesting to show.
A question mark bloomed in the leader's mind, but curiosity got the better of it.
So, it followed.
Through a narrow window, they entered a private cell—Orsaga's.
Inside, over a dozen Dementors were surrounding a young boy, all simultaneously using their Emotion Drain ability.
The leader was about to intervene.
It remembered the prison staff's warning—Do not disturb the one in this room.
But the sight before it made that warning feel irrelevant.
No human could survive this. Not against that many Dementors at once.
Their abilities didn't just consume positive emotions. They could strip a soul bare.
This wasn't just psychological damage—it was soul-deep.
But after watching for a while, the leader realized something was wrong.
The boy being drained—Orsaga—didn't seem distressed in the slightest. He looked… calm.
Confused, the Dementor leader locked eyes with the boy.
In that moment, it instinctively sensed danger.
It tried to retreat.
But before it could flee, a golden, polygonal energy field erupted from Orsaga's body and surged across the room.
Invisible force bound the Dementor leader in place and dragged it toward Orsaga, resisting all attempts to escape.
"You're the last one. What's the point of running?"
Orsaga's voice was calm.
Without pausing, he activated the field, piercing into the Dementor's mind and linking their souls together.
It was like a big fish swallowing a smaller one.
Ten minutes later, Orsaga had claimed yet another servant.
His originally fragile soul, through the "generous contributions" of the Dementors, was now glowing with supernatural vitality.
And with that power, he finally began to master the innate ability of the Angel race.
At first, he'd only been able to use it with the help of Aeon, but now? He didn't need external assistance.
AT Field, also known as the "Absolute Terror Field."
One of the core powers of Angels, the AT Field is a golden, polygonal energy field generated through the user's soul and willpower, capable of directly affecting the physical world.
Its strength depends on the user's spiritual and mental strength.
Before it is broken, the user is nearly immune to all conventional damage.
And that's just the most basic application. In more advanced usage, the AT Field can be reshaped—into whips, blades, chains, or any number of other forms.
The golden trap that had bound the Dementor leader was exactly such a variant.
Once caught in a high-strength AT Field, escaping became nearly impossible.
It was more durable than steel, tougher than most magical metals.
(PS: If you're having trouble understanding AT Fields, just think of them as shape-shifting psychic energy fields.)
At that moment, one of the Dementors—linked to Orsaga's mind—passed along a message.
Someone had come looking for him.
Curious, Orsaga waved the other Dementors out of the room and flopped onto the bed like a good boy, waiting for his guest.
A few moments later, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," Orsaga called lazily.
The door creaked open, and a familiar, pretty face peeked inside cautiously.
Seeing who it was, Orsaga raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?"
After confirming the room was empty, Penelope exhaled in relief.
"I brought you something."
She quickly pulled her head back and wheeled in a small cart covered with a black cloth.
Even without seeing it, Orsaga could sense what was inside.
"I thought you might get bored," Penelope said as she uncovered the cart. "So I talked to Professor McGonagall and got permission to bring your pet to keep you company… and a bunch of candy."
The cloth came off, revealing Orsaga's majestic, sleek-feathered falcon inside a cage.
Orsaga sat up in one motion, looking it over with mild curiosity.
Then he stroked his chin thoughtfully and asked, "Do you want some grilled meat?"
Penelope blinked in confusion. "Grilled meat? I didn't bring any meat…"
She didn't notice the sharp glare the falcon shot Orsaga at that moment.
Two minutes later…
Watching Orsaga conjure a grill using Transfiguration and light it with a Fire-Making Spell, Penelope couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"That's your pet!"
Five minutes later…
Watching him melt the candy into glaze and smear it over the now-plucked falcon carcass, she cried, "Stop! How could you eat something like that?!"
One hour later…
As Orsaga casually spat out a leg bone, he glanced at Penelope, who was munching on a roasted wing.
"Aren't you supposed to be in class today?"
She licked the glaze from her fingers and replied, "I took the day off."
"That's fine, then."
Penelope hesitated, then asked, "Don't you feel… bored now that your pet's gone?"
Her cheeks flushed. After all, she had eaten some too.
In the end, she couldn't resist the food—or Orsaga's persuasion.
Orsaga shrugged.
"If I get bored, I'll just go outside."
Penelope frowned. "But… aren't you not allowed to leave?"
"If I want to go, I'll go. No one here can stop me."
She laughed. "You're joking again. Then why haven't you gone out yet?"
"I've been thinking," Orsaga said truthfully. "Trying to decide what to do. Nothing really feels worth doing right now."
Penelope pondered that and then offered playfully, "Well, maybe you should set a big goal. Something to work toward—like becoming the world's greatest wizard, or maybe a president or something?"
Then, smirking, she added jokingly, "Or hey, if that's too easy, maybe you could try conquering the Earth?"
The moment those words left her mouth, Orsaga's eyes lit up.
Conquering a planet? Now, that was something he'd never done before.
"That's actually… a great idea," he said with genuine interest.
Penelope, thinking he was still playing along, burst into laughter.
"Alright, alright. So when do you plan to start?"
"Day after tomorrow," Orsaga replied. "Tomorrow I'll do some preliminary planning, and then I'll start putting things into motion."
"I'll be looking forward to it," she grinned.
She nearly burst out laughing again but held it in—just to preserve a bit of Orsaga's dignity.
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