Wilbur opened the door to the sight of a middle-aged man in ck robes holding a scepter.


    The man had silver hair, and his appearance bore some resemnce to Tracy as


    well.


    "Is Tracy here?"


    "Tracy? You know him?"


    "I''m his brother, Truman," the man said. "I''ve got important news for him."


    "Come in."


    Wilbur let the man into his room. "Would you like some water?"


    The man looked around the room, before turning back to Wilbur. "Where''s Tracy? Did you leave him at Wearson Valley?"


    Wilbur poured a ss of water. "Tracy is still in Wearson Valley, but you''re not Truman. Truman died a long time ago."


    "What?"


    The man''s brows furrowed. "How could you leave him alone in Wearson Valley?" "Who are you? How do you know him? Why do you care so much about him?"


    "I''m Tracy''s younger brother, Tracius. How could you do this to him? You have no right to call yourself an ally of his."


    "Wait, take a look at this. Do you recognize it?"


    Wilbur opened his backpack, taking out the Light Armor.


    "The Light Armor! How... How do you have this? Is my brother... You bastard! I''m going to kill you!"


    Tracius was about to cast a spell, but Wilbur darted forward and held the thunder cleaver to Tracius'' neck. "Listen up, Tracius. You should know that your brother would have never told me the secret about the Light Armor, and I would''ve never gotten my hands on it otherwise."


    "That should be enough to prove that your brother and I were allies till the end. Got it?"


    Tracius'' eyes filled with tears. He understood Wilbur''s words. Tracius had indeed told Wilbur his n, and about the secret of the Light Armor. Tracius knew that they had run into an incident, or Tracy would have never told the secret to Wilbur.