The Sun God has departed.
The moon in the sky is once again shrouded.
This is the doing of the Fierce Goddess.
She no longer needs to guard against her family's scrutiny, but she still needs to guard against the scrutiny of other divine spirits, as that is the main threat. After all, her interference in the matters of the human world has, in a way, violated the rules.
"What kind of secret do you really have?"
The Fierce Goddess was extremely curious about the secrets surrounding Ian.
"Uh, secrets are not important."
In the face of the Fierce Goddess's inquiry, Ian shook his dizzy head and did not answer. Although he had guesses in his heart, he certainly could not casually disclose them to others.
This concerned where he truly came from, Ian's deepest secret.
"Let's first check on Tom's condition." Ian chose to change the subject, a tactic not particularly effective, even though Riddle lay there with his fate unknown.
"I didn't know you actually cared so much about this guy." The Fierce Goddess examined the Little Wizard with a scrutinizing gaze, her heart still reeling from the injury her father had incurred.
"Merlin below, don't you know he's my brother Tom? We grew up in the same orphanage!" Ian feigned a most "sorrowful" expression as he slapped Riddle's face fiercely.
The young Black Demon King's face swelled from the beating, yet he showed no signs of waking from his slumber.
"You actually told the truth!" The Fierce Goddess evidently had the ability to discern lies, and that was the reason for her astonishment. Calling him your brother, and yet hunted him across two thousand years to the present day?
What kind of melodramatic love-hate tale spanning two thousand years is this!
The Fierce Goddess was shocked by Ian's information.
This did, however, let Ian temporarily succeed in changing the subject.
"Of course, I'm telling the truth, else why would he come to me for help when in trouble?" Ian clearly took advantage of Riddle's inability to refute, even breaking Riddle's nose didn't wake him.
"So, are you two entangled as a righteous and an evil, a black and white kind of drama?" The Fierce Goddess, after all, carried the prefix "female," and seemingly enjoyed gossiping about such matters, a commonality among women.
She had already begun imagining a richly English-themed scenario.
"No, no, no, he and Potter, Harry Potter, are the ones fated to be entangled. I'm merely a random interloper." Ian corrected the Fierce Goddess's misconception.
"What kind of random interloper, tell me more."
Just as this gossip-loving goddess's eyes lit up.
"Why are you taking out scissors?" She was somewhat taken aback to see the Little Wizard draw out a pair of scissors, testing their sharpness against the air with some snips.
"I'm contemplating that love is the greatest magic. So if one loses the ability to love, could that also create miracles?" Ian candidly shared his thoughts.
He was considering using genuine pain to awaken the slumbering Riddle.
"Uh... I don't think he would want you to do that." The Fierce Goddess could certainly understand Ian's words. As a Greek God, she couldn't possibly have pure thoughts.
"I don't need him to think; I only care about what I think." Ian had no desire to remove Riddle's pants, so he only lifted Riddle's robe, more or less targeting a spot.
How to put it.
Whether he cut a little more or less didn't make much difference.
As long as it could cause deep, soul-crushing pain.
Watching Ian measuring, the Fierce Goddess felt her scalp tingle with discomfort.
"I think we can entirely ignore him. He can't be used against Helbo anyway, so let him sleep here. We can deal with his issues afterwards."
The Fierce Goddess could not stand to see the suffering of the human world in the end.
She earnestly advised the Little Wizard.
"Didn't you say the Silent Fog Nightmare distorted history? To be honest, Tom's life is far less important than the history he's involved in. If the history of his childhood is distorted, it's likely to affect me as well."
"If anything happens to the Wu Orphanage, it could have a substantial impact on my history too." This is why Ian wanted to quickly awaken Riddle.
He didn't want to be implicated because of Riddle. Although he and Riddle didn't share much experience, the Wu Orphanage was a crucial place connecting both of their lives.
"Don't worry about that at all." The Fierce Goddess laughed and shook her head upon hearing this, looking at Riddle, whose face was pale, and softly spoke.
"He is just an ordinary wizard; the Silent Fog Nightmare can't draw much strength from him. The more powerful the host, the stronger the Silent Fog Nightmare becomes."
"To distort history, it would need to reside in a legend at least." Having said that, the Fierce Goddess looked up towards the depths of the Divine Hall, her entire being glowing with the radiance of the sun just like her father.
Of course.
Not as blinding as the Sun God.
But definitely enough to have grand special effects.
The light was not simply bright but surged like a golden tide, wave after wave spreading outwards. Every beam of light contained endless energy, like countless miniature suns flickering and jumping, enveloping everything around in a warm and dazzling golden halo.
This radiance could not only dispel darkness but also heal the wounds of living beings, granting all things the power to grow, as the injuries on Riddle's body were continuously healing at a visibly fast pace.