"But one thing I am sure of, he planted a terrible Curse in me, and he is no longer in a form that a human should have. He can definitely be considered another kind of creature!"
Riddle's tone was full of fear and dread when he mentioned Helbo. It was hard to imagine such emotions could be clearly perceived in someone like him.
Perhaps Riddle had already sensed something amiss when Helbo cast the Curse, but he did not show it at the time. Such a mindset already indicated a considerable level of composure.
"What kind of creature?"
Ian could tell.
If it weren't for gouging out his eyes, the problem would probably remain unsolved. At this moment, Riddle would undoubtedly gouge out his eyes without hesitation. The mysterious imprint in his pupils was very clear.
"I don't know! He claimed to be an Angel and controlled a power that doesn't belong to Magic! You've seen my current state, right? He directly revived me and created a body for me out of thin air!" Riddle still found it incredible when he recalled it, it had far exceeded his understanding.
"You're revived, what about Malfoy?"
Upon hearing this, Ian only asked a question that might not be very important.
"He's unconscious, Helbo threw him into a room and locked him up. However, when I left, he was definitely still alive. I could sense that Helbo might have other uses for him."
Riddle stated his judgment. He looked at Ian with a suspicious gaze, becoming somewhat agitated, "I can let you look into my memory."
"You've learned this kind of Magic, right? I've collected all the information about you." Riddle directly bent over, bringing his temple to Ian's Magic Wand.
"..."
Ian had dealt with Voldemort several times before, but he had never seen Voldemort like this. Seeing Riddle open up his mind and soul defenselessly, Ian became increasingly aware that Riddle's fear and panic might not be false. Riddle seemed genuinely terrified of something this Black Demon King encountered.
If it weren't for this.
Riddle would definitely not have come himself, nor would he have been so honest.
"I'm opening my mind, look! Look at my memory!" Riddle even urged Ian, pushing his temple against Ian's Magic Wand.
Little Wizard feared that his Magic Wand would be covered in dandruff.
"I think browsing his thoughts would be more secure; if it's fake memory or implanted memory, a being like you can surely tell."
Ian remained cautious and turned to the "Priestess," who had been cracking nuts without saying a word, as if watching a play.
"Me?"
The "Priestess" who was called out looked a bit bewildered.
"Yes, I need you to do this."
Ian calmly spoke.
He knew the goddess would find it difficult to disobey his command.
Sure enough.
Despite showing an unwilling expression, the "Priestess" threw away her nuts and stood up. She carelessly wiped her oil-stained hands on her clothes.
Okay.
That might not have been her clothes, but rather what originally belonged to the real Priestess. Being borrowed and soiling a set of clothes, being clergy truly wasn't easy. The "Priestess" glanced at Riddle disdainfully before approaching this soul from the future.
"I'll tell you, this is not a wise idea at all, there's a reason why we can't interfere too much in the Human World; the more we interfere, the faster the twilight of the Gods will arrive."
"That would be the real disaster." The "Priestess" explained the secret rule to the Little Wizard while also raising her hands, intending to press her index fingers onto Riddle's temples.
Perhaps she noticed some nut crumbs left on her fingers, so the "Priestess" unashamedly brought them to her mouth and sucked, causing Riddle to recoil from her touch in disgust.
"I don't want to catch some strange ancient disease, sorry, it's not that I look down on you, but I do have a cleanliness obsession. I've observed that you people hardly bathe once a month, which is definitely not a good habi..." Riddle sneered, his tone finally regaining some of its defiance.
However.
Before he could finish complaining, the "Priestess," rolling her eyes, hooked her finger, causing Riddle's head to separate from his neck uncontrollably.
Yes.
The head and body parted ways, yet no blood flowed out. Even Riddle's facial expression remained lively, with his body instinctively flailing in confusion.
"What is happening!"
Riddle let out a horrified scream as his head flew into the "Priestess'" hand, his eyeballs spinning crazily, and even drool ran down his mouth.
Clearly, this method of memory reading by the "Goddess" was quite brutal. Familiar with the vengeful nature of the "Black-robed Skeleton," Ian understood this was the "Goddess's" revenge.
About a minute later.
"He wasn't lying; he did meet Helbo... I remember this guy, an exceptionally talented Wizard who created a way to escape the God of Death but didn't even live as long as an Ordinary Wizard should."