Chapter 1825

Wilbur looked over at Madam Marie, who could only shake her head. After all, those collections had been stored together, and Madam Marie had no idea which items belonged to her father or her grandfather.

"Yes, I'd seen them from a very young age. My father took very good care of them."

"Do you know where they came from?"

Wilbur looked at Albus, hoping that he would get an answer that was satisfactory. Alas, Albus shook his head. "No. My father loved them, but I don't know where they came from."

Wilbur could not help feeling disappointed and got to his feet. "Alright, then. Sorry to disturb you, Mister Albus. Please rest well, and I'll be on my way."

Wilbur was about to leave when Albus' voice rang from behind him. "Wait."

"What?"

Albus. "Is

me those

"Of course."

inspected them once more before saying, "Yes, I'm sure. My father never told me where these gloves came from, but he did

fairytale?" Wilbur

was a fairytale. You seem to care about these gloves greatly, Mister Penn, and

Mister Albus. I'm very invested in these gloves, and I hope you can tell

light, and one was the power of destruction that represented the darkness. In that world, the war between light and darkness never ended. Eventually, a Dark Lord came along, and the world of Light chose seven Light Warriors, for whom they forged seven sets of Light Armor

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