According to his understanding, there was only one person who matched this description while possessing this level of destructive power. It was the true King of Olympus.
"They don't seem to be here with any good intentions. Should I lead the others to stop them?" Circe asked Merlin.
"You want to stop them?" Merlin glanced at Circe, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"It's good to have courage, but courage without sufficient intelligence is often fruitless. Before you can even touch a single hair of that guy, you'd be dead."
Circe was taken aback by Merlin's response. She couldn't help but feel that even Merlin was slightly scared of that silver haired boy, which made her wonder just what his identity was.
Throughout the years, Circe had witnessed Merlin engage in numerous battles, including his battle with Arthur. Although Merlin had lost that battle, he never displayed fear. But this time, she could see that fear in his eyes.
