Apparently, twenty years ago his consciousness formed little by little with the help of an unknown power source. The last descendant of the man who built the castle created a ritual to bond his core with the power source as his last attempt to preserving the castle and to ensure that there will be someone (or rather something) to protect it and watch over it.
“As you can probably guess,” he looked at me in which I only returned with a confused expression. “Or not I suppose, that unknown power source is related to you.”
“Me?” I questioned.
“It’s the hair mother… and why I call you ‘Mother’ in the first place.”
At his words, I immediately spread out my mana and look for the power source he was talking about. Speaking of, the map did point out that the thing I wanted the most would be found in the Red Moon Castle, but I was too wrapped up in saving Damien and freeing the people of the island from the clutches of the pirates that I totally forgot about it.