Lucius suddenly looked up, a glint of sharpness blossoming in his blank eyes.
Grindelwald looked at Lucius and spoke slowly,
"Your memories have only been confused, not erased.
So what you need to do now is to sift through them, bit by bit.
It is an extremely slow and difficult process.
And I?
I can give you some guidance."
A smile surfaced on the pale face of Grindelwald.
In that moment, an inexplicable charisma sparkled on this leader of the Black Cat Faction, one that could attract the attention of many who were either mentally immature or mature yet troubled.
From where did it stem?
Perhaps it was the uncommon paleness.
In the dead of night at the window, only the crescent moon shone.
Its brilliance made the pale hair and face seem to bloom at that moment, and the dust in the air floated around Grindelwald, persuading Lucius to choose to believe in an instant.
As long as he could find his true memories, Lucius was willing to believe.
