Deep in the mines, darkness and silence have not taken back their territory. Priests, mages and soldiers of Balach "work in unison" to search for the bodies of the dead, survivors of the catastrophe...... And everything they could find.

The voices were loud to Is's ears, but the underground world had lost all its power, and even the remaining hedrons between the rock crevices were dim.

It is as silent as a desert and as noisy as a street market. That unnatural contradiction made Is's heart churn with indescribable irritation.

The mage who followed him next behind him unconsciously moved farther away. The young man ...... The chill emanating from the ice dragon's body was so sharp that it seemed to be able to slice through flesh.

The only one who could still walk beside Iss was Ogro, but his lips were kept closed, and the knuckles of his staff were white. He had faced demons from hell - without any defense, even the embodiment of darkness and evil had no such formidable momentum.

"The Little Dragons of the House of Christus"—a term they whispered with contempt, may prove nothing more than their own pride and ignorance.

Even if there were no more obstacles, it would have taken a lot of time to get to the stone hall where the Serpent had been destroyed. In the light of the fire, which suddenly brightened under the spell, the dim darkness in mid-air was small but particularly eye-catching.

Ogro involuntarily took a few steps closer, and the light in his eyes that burst out for a moment made his wooden face much more vivid.

A gap to another world—he'd heard it many times, but it was the first time he'd seen it with his own eyes. This is a danger, but it is also an opportunity...... But even if he could forcibly "accompany" Isis here, he would have no reason to stop Isis from sealing it.

Even if there were, the dragon probably wouldn't listen.

The mage regretted it for a while. He really didn't expect Isis to return in such a short time...... For a moment he even thought about "keeping" the dragon, but they were unprepared and surrounded by eyes and ears—not yet.

He could only suppress all the churning desires, and watched as Isis stretched out his hand, a jewel as red as blood in his palm, although not very bright because it was unpolished, but it revealed a kind of bewitching that captured people's hearts.

Ogro moved his lips, holding back from asking.

"What is this?"

Behind him, another mage boldly asked, "Doveblood Stone?"

As Ogro expected, Iss didn't bother at all.

But at least, it wasn't himself who was disgraced—Ogro turned around and squinted coldly, a little satisfied with the mage who opened his mouth to ask.

The blood-red gem slowly shattered in Is's palm.

Blood-colored powder like a mist trembled and rose like flames, swirling around the dark point. Is's deep voice vibrated the air, but it was a language that no one understood.

- No wonder he did not refuse their "accompaniment".

Ogro memorized every syllable, even if some of it seemed impossible for humans to pronounce at all. The blood mist grew fainter and lighter, as if it had seeped into the air...... It also seeped into another world.

The bottomless black faded into obscurity, as if the hole in the fabric had been carefully repaired little by little until it was gone.

It's so easy.

"Unbelievable. Ogro murmured, for the first time a true sense of awe for an ancient and powerful race, of their incredible wisdom and power.

Even if the gods cease to exist, their power will not disappear?...... However, standing in front of him may be the last bloodline of this race.

The ice dragon who had completed the task turned around and left, not even giving a look.

Ogro stared intently at the empty spot in the air, and didn't follow it again.

Wherever they went, the dragon couldn't escape their eyes.

The mages gathered around, exclaiming and asking questions:

"Is it really sealed?...... Or is it just blinding us?"

"What kind of material is that?"

"Do you see what symbol seems to be carved on that stone?"

"Is that the language of dragons? I've heard the masters of Verona in the Tower of the High Tower speak dragon language...... Sounds completely different!"

The Archmage Tower encourages mages to discuss – and even fight. At this moment, even if these gossips were very irritated to Ogro, he did not stop them.

He was just as curious about what the blood-red gem was, and how the ancient spell was to be used...... But he knows what a truly precious treasure is.

Everything is hidden in the memories that the dragon has inherited and accumulated for thousands of years...... But how can he get it?

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Hearing that Eren had to rest because he was too tired, Is, who returned to the hotel, was obviously relieved.

"I need to go back to the Enshi Valley. He said.

"Now?" Ed was a little helpless, "Are you planning to never appear in front of Allen?"

Isis was silent for a moment, then finally sat down.

"Did you tell him?" he asked.

“...... Tell him what?"

"I almost killed you. ”

“...... No. Ed said.

In Borena's eloquent narrative, Is's powerful fighting power is due to the outburst of anger - not a word about his "wrongness".

"You should have told him. Isis lowered his eyes, "This is not the first time...... Maybe it won't be the last, and I know you won't be away from me, but at the very least, you should be wary. ”

If he was just frustrated and guilty, Ed still had a plan, but he was so calm...... Rational again, Ed had nothing to say.

“...... Did you find it?" he simply changed the subject, no matter how blunt, "something that could seal that gap." ”

"It's been resolved. "I shut it off." ”

“...... So fast?!" Ed's eyes widened, excited and curious, "How did you do that?"

For a moment, he almost blurted out if Iss could also solve the one on the island of the Holy Sepulchre. But think about it, if it was really Icabold who used the power of that rift to protect Collins with the mist...... Maybe it's not necessary yet.

Isis looked up at him, thoughtful.

"I can teach you. He said, "It takes my blood...... And the dragon language, I should teach you the dragon language too. Although some pronunciations ...... No, if Scott can use it, you can. ”

Ed wanted to nod his head—he would have liked to learn more, but a hint of uneasiness came out of nowhere, and he said a tactful refusal: "But we don't have time...... You'll be fine. ”

Isis looked at him with a complicated expression. Ed suddenly understood where the uneasiness was coming from, and understood what his friend was up to.

Anger was born.

“...... I can't get the hang of it. He said stiffly.

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