Ask me how to do it?

You're kidding.

After hearing Isobel's inquiry, Connor only felt a strange feeling welling up in his heart.

Isn't that your own problem?

Whether it's personality division, or whether or not to choose to be one, when Connor thinks about it, he only feels that his brain hurts.

Conscious?

Soul?

Body?

To put it bluntly, at the current level, the vast majority of wizards may not be able to figure this out.

From Connor's point of view, if you think about it from the so-called traditional point of view, from the moment she completely begins to cut, she must be treated as an independent individual.

After all, it is the will that is what wizards value most of all.

Once the will and spirit deviate, a series of chain reactions will be triggered.

Wands, magic, and even patronus spirits that may be linked to souls and spirits, all have the potential to change.

So......

"I know you now."

Meeting Isobel's gaze, Connor spoke calmly.

"It's both you and Morag, what choice do you think I can make?"

Before the girl could say anything more, Connor shook his head.

"I couldn't make a more impartial judgment, after all, without knowing anything about it, and without knowing what it would happen, I should abandon an acquaintance in favor of an individual I may not know...... I can't do that kind of thing. ”

Obviously, it seems to be telling some big truth, but when you think about it, there is an obvious bias.

It's just that this bias didn't bring any disgust, but made Isobel breathe a sigh of relief.

“…… Thank you for your candor. ”

After a long sigh of relief, Isobel couldn't help but close his eyes.

The soothing attitude she is showing now is another testament to the tendencies she already showed.

"I'm not as 'sane' and 'fair' as you think...... I don't want to just disappear, and maybe that's why I'm having a hard time maintaining my dominance. ”

The existence of Isobel's personality represents absolute rationality, and using reason to use Morag's emotional aggregate as a 'generator' is the original intention of her current state.

Just now......

"When I lost my original purpose, all my thoughts turned to selfish desires...... No, it's better to say that it is a luxury to use reason to harness emotions. ”

Sighing helplessly, she pursed her lips.

"I can feel that even though she is hiding now, some of my thoughts now can easily touch her and become her food and bargaining chips."

"Things may not have gotten to the point where they are particularly bad......"

With that, she looked up at Connor.

The sun shone through the shade of the trees on her face, shining crystal clear on the pair of 'rubies'.

In Connor's eyes, the cracks in the gem were also visible.

"Can you answer me a question?"

"Just ask."

"You must have your own way of dealing with my situation, right?"

This question is not so much an inquiry as a search for some kind of solace and support.

It's just that Connor's side really can't promise anything directly.

The division of personality and even soul level is not his area of expertise, but he is not helpless.

"While I don't know if you're in the same situation, I do know experts in this area."

"Who is it?"

"My mother."

Connor said calmly.

According to common sense, this should be the closest relationship.

However, Isobel still couldn't help frowning.

"Your mother...... It's not from the Dumbledore family. ”

"Huh?"

This sudden question made his head a little confused.

"Of course not, I don't have anything to do with Dumbledore, isn't this matter emphasized from the beginning?"

“…… Such. ”

Isobel's expression was flat.

Judging from her expression alone, I don't know if she believes it or not.

But in Connor's opinion, apparently not.

“…… Seriously, it's hard for me to trust anyone else, even my teacher...... I couldn't believe her either. ”

"Your teacher?"

"Hmm...... Aren't you curious, who taught me to cut my emotions and spirits? It's my teacher. ”

"I don't know who she is, but she may have something to do with you, after all, the other one looks like a silent one in terms of performance."

The Silent One.

Silently.

This is supposed to be a magical creation born by wizards who collapsed under the backlog of negative emotions, and because of its uncontrollability, it is classified as a classification of black magic.

"Actually, I didn't really know what it was properly called until now."

"It's normal, after all, with the separation of ordinary people and wizards, and the restoration of peace in the world itself, the last silent person has long since disappeared from the official papers, and you will have to go back at least 50 years to find something similar."

"But you know these ......"

"I'm just looking through books in the library, but I did know the reason before."

How exactly Connor knew that wasn't that important in itself.

For Isobel, it would have been better if he had known.

"Anyway, in case something happens...... I'll leave it to you. ”

What, all of a sudden, please give it to me.

"No matter what choice you make, no matter what you want to do with me, I will not resist."

“…… So, why me? ”

"Because I only know you, and you are the only one who has such ability...... More importantly, I trust all your judgments. ”

"My ...... Judgment? ”

"If something really goes wrong, you won't let the other me mess with it."

“……”

Looking at the girl, Connor found himself as if he had only really met her for the first time.

Maybe at this point, persuasion or something will become more troublesome because of the mother-in-law.

So......

"You must be asking me for what you said, right?"

"Yes......"

"Then I also make a request, and I should settle it, how about it?"

"Is there anything you need me to do?"

"There are still a lot of beautiful things in this world, and your mother's last wish is not your only purpose of survival, find something you like to do."

Hearing this, Isobel's expression gradually became strange.

She wanted to say something, but in the end she just asked this question in a daze:

"Is that what you're asking for?"

"Yes, what's the problem?"

“…… No. ”

"Well, it's nice to get to know you again, I'm Connor McMeb."

When she came back to her senses, the girl saw only the boy's outstretched hand.

The sunlight shining through the shade of the trees was like specks, radiating a warmth she had never seen before.

Some warm, some sparkling.

The originally focused gaze seemed to be a little blurry.

"I'm Isobel, Isobel McDoug."

She took his hand.