"I am not trying to split hairs with you, Iblis. But you must understand, no matter the purpose..." Headmaster Dumbledore met the gaze of the young woman, whose aura was growing increasingly terrifying, yet he refused to yield an inch. "The greater good often demands a staggering price. I do not wish to see you lose your way out of well-meaning intentions. Perhaps your original goal has always been to fulfill Merlin's vision, but can you truly guarantee that you will not resort to more efficient, more direct means?"
A cold bead of sweat trickled down his temple, and Headmaster Dumbledore let out a deep sigh. "I know I have no right to set such harsh terms, but you likewise need my help, do you not? Otherwise, we would not be sitting here in such calm discussion. I am willing to help you with all my strength, on one condition..."
The old man looked straight into Iblis's eyes. "Draw me into your plan. Tell me everything."
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