Although the Holy Sword radiated dazzling magical light, it gave off a gentle, soothing feeling. Sean only glanced at it briefly before the brilliance filled his vision, but even from the corner of his eye, he noticed something unusual.
"There's something special about this stone."
He closed his Magic vision and carefully examined the massive rock.
The Magic vision could observe spellcasting processes, but it couldn't see through enchantments engraved into alchemical objects. And this stone clearly had several advanced spells carved into it.
According to Arwen, she needed to channel the power of the Holy Sword to dispel the magic left behind by Ogadis.
"Ogadis's magic is incredibly dense," Arwen said with a frown. "I've never seen a human wizard with such density. Even among elves, no one compares."
When two wizards cast the same spell with equal magical power, the one with higher magic density would produce a far stronger effect.
"So… is Ogadis really human?" Dumbledore asked with a light cough.
Arwen shook her head. "I don't know."
As Arwen began healing Dumbledore, Sean watched briefly to memorize the spell structure, then lost interest and turned to chat with Linda.
"We really can't stay here. Maybe someday, but right now, there are enemies outside watching our school," Sean said, then paused before continuing, "Is there really no way to leave? Can the mark on our arms be removed?"
Sean had already memorized the structure of the mark. In theory, if he spent enough time studying it, he might be able to develop a counter-curse.
But "enough time" could mean two or three years.
The spell structure of the mark contained twenty-eight layers. Solving it would be as difficult as inventing a new spell entirely.
Two or three years… by then, Voldemort would already be fully revived. If they couldn't leave, Hogwarts would surely fall.
"I've never heard of a way to remove it," Linda said, blinking her star-like eyes innocently. "The humans who come here never want to leave. They all think life here is wonderful."
"Of course it is," Sean said with a faint smile. "Beautiful wives, handsome husbands… who would want to leave?"
The elves were all strikingly attractive. Their human partners would naturally feel content. Add in the peaceful environment, the beauty of nature, and even immortality…
Who could resist that temptation?
Even Sun Wukong had once asked, "Can I attain immortality?"
"Can I ask… what your Elixir of Life is like?" Sean asked curiously.
"That's something only the village chief knows. It's made once every ten years. Do you know why?" Linda asked.
"Because ten years ago, I didn't know you—you didn't belong to me?" Sean muttered.
"What?" Linda looked confused.
"Nothing, just talking to myself. Why every ten years?" Sean said awkwardly.
"Because one of the ingredients only matures every ten years. We call it the Origin Fruit."
Sean hadn't attended Herbology in three years, but he had memorized all the textbook plants. He was also diligent in Potions class.
Yet he had never heard of anything called the Origin Fruit. It was likely a rare plant unique to the elves' territory.
He found himself intrigued—but the thought of being unable to leave quickly dampened his curiosity. Sighing, he continued chatting with Linda absentmindedly.
Seeing his mood, Linda suddenly brightened. "Wait, I just remembered a legend. There is a way to leave the village… but it's basically impossible."
"What way?" Sean's eyes lit up instantly.
"See that?" Linda pointed at the Holy Sword.
"The sword?" Sean immediately thought of the cliché "chosen hero" trope. Whoever pulled the sword could leave?
"Legend says it's the sword of our ancestor, Selwyn. He embedded it in that stone. Whoever can pull it out becomes the leader of the elves."
"That's… generous," Sean said. Pulling a sword to gain an entire race—it was more than he expected.
"Wait… does the legend say only elves can draw it?" Sean suddenly asked.
Linda paused, thinking back to the elders' stories. "No… it doesn't specify. Humans should be able to try too."
"That's strange," Sean muttered. "There aren't many humans here to begin with. Your village is hidden behind a magical barrier. Outsiders can't even get in."
"Is it?" Linda replied casually. She didn't care much about the legend—it sounded like a myth to her.
Everyone in the village had tried to pull the sword. As for past generations, she didn't know. But she had seen her great-aunt Arwen try—and even she couldn't draw it.
To Linda, the sword simply couldn't be pulled out.
Her own father had once tried when he first arrived, full of excitement. After a few failed attempts, he never mentioned it again.
About seven or eight minutes later, Arwen finished casting her spell. Dumbledore's complexion had visibly improved.
"Professor, how do you feel? Is it cured?" Sean asked as he walked up the steps.
"Not yet. It will take two more treatments to completely remove Ogadis's magic. After that, he'll need time to recover," Arwen answered.
Improvement was still good news.
Standing beside the stone, Sean couldn't help glancing at the sword again. Though this was a world of magic, where wizards used wands, swords in his mind belonged to knights.
"A world of magic and swords… it really is a bit monotonous," Sean thought.
Even though he didn't understand swords, this one felt ancient, mysterious, and strangely alluring—as if grasping it could take him back a thousand years.
Noticing his expression, Arwen asked, "Want to try?"
"Try what?"
"Drawing the sword."
"This is your sacred sword. Am I allowed?" Sean asked.
"There's no rule against it," Arwen replied. "You can go up from the back."
Sean nodded and climbed around the stone. The slope behind it was gentler, and the stone itself was only about two meters tall. He easily made his way up.
Up close, only four or five centimeters of the blade were exposed. The rest was buried deep within the stone. The golden hilt still gleamed as if untouched by time.
Under the gaze of the three below, Sean bent slightly and grasped the hilt.
Dumbledore didn't know the legend, and Arwen and Linda only let him try out of courtesy. None of them expected anything.
Sean felt the same. He was just curious. He didn't even use much strength, afraid he might lose balance and fall.
He gave the sword a gentle pull.
His heart skipped a beat.
"It moved?"
He clearly felt the blade rise by about a centimeter.
And he hadn't even tried.
The three below noticed something was off. Arwen and Linda exchanged stunned looks.
"Did you see that? The sword moved?"
At that moment, time seemed to freeze for Sean. The three of them stood motionless.
"Am I under some kind of spell? Or… are they?"
In reality, Arwen and the others were still moving normally. Only Sean had been affected. To them, he simply stood there, gripping the sword.
In Sean's vision, the sword emitted a faint glow, and a ghost-like elderly elf emerged from within it.
The scene felt eerily familiar—just like when he had encountered Merlin.
Before Sean could speak, the old elf said, "I am Selwyn of the Golden Adventure Group. Since the sword has been drawn, it means you have found this world."
"This sword was entrusted to me by Captain Stafford. If you know him, you understand its value. Now it belongs to you… along with my descendants."
"Treat them well. And if possible… treat this world kindly."
Sean's head spun. Selwyn spoke at length, but none of it made sense. It felt like listening to riddles.
"What do you mean 'this world'? What's the Golden Adventure Group? Who is Captain Stafford?" Sean blurted out three questions in a row.
"Hm?" Selwyn frowned slightly. He had just spoken at length, yet this child understood nothing.
"Child… you're not from that world?"
"That world? Which world?" Sean was on the verge of losing his mind from the cryptic conversation.
"Are you from this world?"
"This world? You mean Earth?" Sean thought for a moment. Even after transmigrating, he was still technically from Earth. "Yes… I'm from Earth."
"A native of this world… able to draw the sword?" Selwyn muttered.
"Wait—are you from another world?" Sean asked quickly. Had he just met a senior transmigrator?
"Due to a True Soul Oath, I cannot reveal anything about that world," Selwyn replied.
Sean didn't know what a True Soul Oath was, but he guessed it was something like an Unbreakable Vow.
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