The moment Ultear opened her eyes, Goku had initiated Legilimency. Because his sudden recitation of her inner secrets caught her completely off-guard, her mental defenses crumbled, her mind racing in a chaotic spiral.
This mental turbulence caused her hidden thoughts to flare vividly, allowing Goku to pluck even deeper secrets from the fray of her consciousness.
"Who are you?! How could you possibly know—no, wait... this is Heart-Reading Magic!"
As the head of the Seven Kin of Purgatory and an infiltrator who had secured a seat on the Magic Council, Ultear's knowledge of the arcane was vast. She immediately realized that the boy who had bested her was using a form of telepathic magic to strip away her thoughts.
In this world, magic affecting the mind was rare but documented. She knew that against such intrusion, one simply had to stabilize their spirit and bolster their mental fortitude to create a barrier. Ultear herself was proficient in suggestion and psychological manipulation; she wasn't defenseless.
Indeed, as she forcibly composed herself and erected a wall of magical willpower, Goku found himself locked out. He wasn't Albus Dumbledore, after all. He had used Legilimency as a tool of convenience rather than a primary discipline, making him a functional user but far from a Master Legilimens.
However, the damage was done. The information he had already extracted was enough to make everyone present lose their composure.
"You're... Ur's daughter!" Lyon and Gray stared at Ultear, their voices trembling with a mix of shock and desperation for confirmation.
Ultear looked back at them, her eyes flashing with a cocktail of loathing and envy. "What if I am? That woman abandoned me, yet she took the two of you in and raised you as her own. I severed my ties with her a long time ago."
Her mind flashed back to the trauma: being sent to a research facility by her mother, enduring day after day of excruciating experiments that made death seem like a mercy.
When her magic finally exploded, leveling the facility and allowing her to flee back to her childhood home, she had peered through the window only to see her mother smiling, living a warm, happy life with two new boys. She believed she had been replaced and forgotten.
"What are you talking about?!" Gray shouted, unable to believe his ears. "Master never abandoned you! She spent every day missing you. We often heard her crying at night, whispering your name in the dark!"
Beside him, Lyon nodded fervently. They knew better than anyone the depth of the void Ultear's death had left in Ur's heart.
Ultear's face twisted into a sneer of pure cynicism. "If she loved me so much, would she have handed me over to those butchers? Would she have never come looking for me?"
"She sent you there because your natural magic power was so immense your body couldn't contain it! That institute promised they could save your life!" Gray explained desperately. "When she went back to see you, they told her your magic was too volatile, that the treatment failed, and you were dead! She lived the rest of her life believing her daughter was gone. If she had known you were alive, she would have searched the ends of the earth for you!"
"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" Ultear's pupils constricted, her voice dropping to a frantic murmur. "She must have lied to you... she didn't want me because I was a reminder of the man who left her..."
She was spiraling. Deep down, she could hear the sincerity in their voices; she knew they weren't lying to her. But if they weren't lying, then did that mean her mother hadn't lied either? If this was the truth, then what had the last twenty years of her life been for?
She had joined Grimoire Heart, committed unspeakable atrocities, manipulated Jellal, and plotted the Great Magic World—all to find Zeref and use the ultimate Arc of Time to go back to the past. She wanted to return to the moment before her abandonment to change her fate.
But if the truth was that she was loved all along, then the tragedy wasn't her mother's betrayal—it was her own choice to stay in the shadows that day she watched them through the window.
The fearsome leader of the Seven Kin of Purgatory, the shadow sovereign of the Council, now sat huddled on the ground, hugging her knees like a lost, discarded child.
Gray and Lyon exchanged a look, paralyzed by the weight of the revelation. They didn't know how to comfort the daughter of the woman they had loved like a mother.
"What do we do now?" Lucy asked softly. Ultear wasn't just Ur's daughter; she was a high-ranking member of a Dark Guild with ties to a global conspiracy.
"Let's head back to the guild," Gray decided after a long silence. "We need to see what Master Makarov says. This involves the Dark Guilds and the Council. It's too big for us to handle alone."
...
They moved the operation to the temple in the center of the island, bringing the silent, dazed Ultear with them. There, they stood before the massive block of ice containing the demon Deliora.
"There are two ki signatures here," Goku remarked, his brow furrowing as he sensed the energies.
One signature was the dark, stagnant malice of the demon Deliora. But the other... it was a faint, shimmering resonance coming from the ice itself. If a person's k still existed, it meant they weren't truly dead in the absolute sense. Ur was still there, woven into the frozen seal.
Goku thought for a moment, then stepped forward and pressed his small hand against the freezing surface. He began to chant a spell he had learned in another world: "Finite Incantatem!"
Ur's Iced Shell was a sacrificial seal that converted a mage's life and magic into eternal ice. The Moon Drip ritual sought to melt this ice, which would effectively disperse Ur's remaining essence, killing her for good. But Goku's spell was a General Counter-Spell—a Finishing Charm designed to terminate the effect of an ongoing magical enchantment. Theoretically, it wouldn't melt the ice; it would unravel the spell holding Ur in that form.
As Goku's magic pulsed, the ice around Deliora began to shimmer with an ethereal light. For a fleeting second, the frost seemed to pull together, manifesting the translucent, ghostly silhouette of a beautiful woman.
"Ur!" Lyon and Gray cried out, their hearts leaping into their throats. Even Ultear's eyes snapped toward the ice, her breath catching.
But in the next heartbeat, the silhouette flickered and vanished, the ice returning to its inert, frozen state.
"My Counter-Spell isn't strong enough to fully break an enchantment this powerful," Goku said, pulling his hand back and looking disappointed.
He had learned a great deal at Hogwarts, but he had focused mostly on utility and combat supplements to shore up his weaknesses. His proficiency was roughly that of an average adult wizard.
While his massive ki gave spells like Reparo or Confringo incredible scale, high-level theoretical magic like Breaking a sacrificial, life-linked seal required a depth of study he hadn't yet achieved.
To break a seal of this magnitude, one would likely need the expertise of someone like Grandpa Dumbledore.
"Wait! I can ask Grandpa Dumbledore for help!" Goku's eyes suddenly lit up. "Wait here for a second. I'm going to find someone who should be able to crack this spell!"
Without waiting for a response, Goku leaned against the stone wall of the temple and closed his eyes. A few seconds later, his body vanished into thin air.
He crossed through the shimmering White Space, pushed open the familiar door marked Harry Potter, and stepped back onto the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.