There stood a young boy with a handsome face and blue eyes that looked as if there were millions of stars floating inside them. His long, amber-colored hair that almost reached the ground fluttered like silk. Bathed in the moonlight, his body gleamed with the holy power.
This person looked like a replica of Merlin in a different form.
While Merlin was in the form of a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, this young man had the image of a fifteen-year-old teenager.
When Merlin's body landed in the castle, the young boy grinned widely. His eyes filled with bright emotions.
"Father."
When this person saw Merlin, at first, he had a cheerful face, but then his smile suddenly disappeared. There was remorse in his eyes.
Since Merlin remained calm, the expression on his face could not be clearly seen.
The youth felt extremely uncomfortable and scared. Ever since he could remember, even though his father seemed serious, he was always very kind to him.