"Is the world you're talking about another Earth?" Sean asked, rephrasing his question to get the answer he wanted.
Selwyn shook his head. "It's not called Earth."
"Would the wizards from that world pose a threat to Earth?"
"From what I know, their arrival would not be a good thing for this world," Selwyn said gravely.
"I feel like I've just learned something huge… enemies from another world?" Sean struggled to steady his emotions. Compared to that, Haierbo and Voldemort were nothing.
"What about the Golden Adventure Group?" Sean continued.
"There were eighteen members in the Golden Adventure Group, including me. We came from that world, and even there, we were among the best. We accepted a mission to explore the vast universe in search of habitable colonies."
"Our leader, Stafford, discovered this beautiful planet. We were captivated by it. Out of selfishness, he chose not to send Earth's coordinates back. Instead, he cast a spell on the nearby moon to prevent other adventure groups from finding it."
"A planetary concealment spell?" Sean's jaw nearly dropped. The scale of that was unbelievable.
"Though it was a massive undertaking, with the combined power of all eighteen members, we succeeded in hiding Earth—making it effectively disappear."
Sean listened to this shocking ancient secret, unsure what to say next, as Selwyn continued.
"We found that this planet had no forces capable of threatening us. Under the leader's request, all members swore a True Soul Oath, promising never to send Earth's coordinates back. After that, we dispersed across the world, living our own lives and leaving behind descendants."
Sean frowned. "If there was nothing on Earth that could threaten you, were there no wizards back then? Or people with special abilities?"
"You mean those people dressed in animal skins? They treated us like gods," Selwyn said.
"So… can I understand it this way? All the wizards on Earth are your descendants? The Golden Adventure Group is the origin of Earth's wizardkind?" Sean voiced his bold speculation.
"Yes. We interbred with humans of this world, leaving behind mixed-blood descendants. Since you are a wizard of this world, you are also descended from one of us."
"That's exactly what confuses me. The Golden Sword has a detection spell I placed on it—only those whose magical density reaches the minimum standard of the adventure group can pull it out."
"So that means my magical density meets your requirement?" Sean asked.
"But among our mixed-blood descendants, magical density has declined with each generation. As an elf, my lifespan is longer than the others, and I have witnessed several generations. Not a single descendant has ever reached the Golden Adventure Group's minimum standard."
Sean thought for a moment.
Was it because the bloodline diluted over generations? No descendant could surpass the original lineage.
Then his case…
He instinctively touched his eyes.
It had to be because of the Magic vision.
"I originally thought the one who could draw the sword would be a powerful being from our world. If that were the case, I would have asked them to protect my descendants."
"Why not make them swear a True Soul Oath?" Sean asked. To him, that sounded like an extremely binding spell.
"If it were someone from that world, I would have no choice but to lower my stance."
"So what now? I'm the one who moved the sword," Sean asked awkwardly.
Selwyn fell silent.
He trusted his magic. That meant the anomaly was the boy in front of him.
"You must be special in some way. Unfortunately, I am only a fragment of memory now. Otherwise, I would thoroughly examine your body."
A chill ran down Sean's spine.
Good thing you're just a memory… otherwise, a being of your level might actually discover his greatest secret.
"So… can I take the sword?" Sean asked.
"You can. But you must also protect my descendants. Even if you lack the strength now, I will not force you. That is not my way. This is the last thing I can do for them," Selwyn said calmly.
Sean let out a breath of relief.
What a gentle and kind elf.
Then he suddenly remembered something.
"Is the Golden Sword famous in your world? You said that if someone knew Captain Stafford, they would understand its value."
"That's right. The Golden Sword was Captain Stafford's weapon. Even in that world, it is a rare alchemical artifact."
"…Thank you. I think I won't take it," Sean said with an awkward but polite smile.
If it was famous even in another world, then it was practically a hot potato.
From Selwyn's words, that world was incredibly powerful. The Golden Adventure Group was just an exploration team.
Yet that one team alone had become the origin of all wizards on Earth.
If wizards from that world ever came here and saw the sword in his hands…
That would be asking for trouble.
"The choice is yours," Selwyn said.
"Will they eventually find Earth?" Sean asked.
"No magic is perfect. It has already been five thousand years since we discovered this place. Even with concealment, it is only a matter of time before they find it."
Sean fell silent.
"When you draw the sword, this memory of mine will disappear as well," Selwyn added.
His glowing figure faded back into the blade.
Everything returned to normal.
The three others resumed movement, and when they saw Sean move again, they quickly asked—
"Sean, did you just move the sacred sword?" Arwen looked at him with a complicated expression.
"Ah—no, no," Sean said quickly, instinctively pressing the sword downward.
If the sword hadn't moved before, pressing it wouldn't have mattered.
But earlier, he had lifted it slightly—about a centimeter.
Now, as he pressed it down, the blade visibly shifted again.
This time, the three of them saw it clearly.
Sean had moved the sacred sword.
Even if he hadn't pulled it out completely, he had surpassed everyone who had ever tried.
Sean quickly stepped down from the stone, putting on a regretful expression.
"It didn't move at all. I shouldn't have even tried."
Arwen glanced at him, then strode forward, stepping onto the stone.
Gripping the hilt with one hand, she exerted force.
This time—
The sword didn't budge at all.
"It definitely moved just now…" she muttered.
"Sean, you moved it, didn't you?" Linda stared at him wide-eyed.
"No, you must have seen it wrong. If I could move it, why wouldn't I pull it out? Whoever draws it gets to lead the elves, right?" Sean defended himself.
No wonder the elves believed that whoever drew the sword would lead them.
Now Sean knew the truth.
It wasn't about leading them—
It was about protecting them.
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