The wind faded into silence. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 When Info Iss opened his eyes, there was still a dark shadow in his field of vision. But he could see the flames slowly fade from the sword, and the greatsword that appeared before their eyes seemed to have changed its appearance.

Its style is still simple, but it no longer looks as rough as it is unpolished. The blade of the sword is still dark and glowing with a dark shimmer, but on the smooth surface, you can clearly see layers of lines like flowing fire and flames, the blade is so sharp that it seems to be able to cut through the air, the fine rope lines on the hilt are more like scales, and the end of the hilt has become a half-gripped dragon claw, but the claw is still empty.

Isis narrowed his eyes, and in a trance, he realized that it was not empty...... A faint light hovered in it, flickering and flickering, and the colors were chaotic and difficult to distinguish, like a fog, but disappeared when you looked closely.

The greatsword, half-suspended in the air, suddenly fell, and Iss instinctively rushed over to catch it. This time, neither Ed nor Scott stopped it.

The greatsword that fell into his hand was heavy and red-hot. It burned his palm, causing him to subconsciously summon his natural power. The flickering ice crystals made a small crumbling sound, covering the entire greatsword for a moment, and soon turned into a thin mist that dissipated into the air.

The blade cooled and seemed to become a little brighter, as if the shadows that had merged in it had been slightly dispelled. Isis waved his hand, it was heavier than it looked, and it was just right in his hand...... It's just that the anger and hatred that once roared in the sword like flames and huge waves, even if it was sealed in the labyrinth under Fort Christus, and could not be completely suppressed by the layers of runes, were as quiet as if they had fallen into a deep sleep, and there was no sound.

Eth hesitated for a moment, then reversed the blade and handed it to Scott.

Scott laughed.

"Take it. He said.

He looked tired, but unusually relaxed.

“...... Is it really possible?" Is, still a little hesitant, "it won't ......"

Won't it punish you for that?

"No, it won't. Scott replied, "It doesn't care who holds the sword at the moment...... For it, the Sword of Acton was theirs, and it would get it when it wanted it—besides, it was now nothing more than a slightly sharper magic sword. ”

Iss looked at the end of the hilt, the dragon's claws were now completely empty, and even the faint mist of light had disappeared.

He wondered a little - there must be something Scott hadn't told him, but that didn't seem like a bad thing.

A smile has leaked from his lips unconsciously. He loved the sword, its weight and length seemed to be made for him. No matter what his original self-righteous owner was up to, he wouldn't let anyone take what he fancied from him.

In the blink of an eye, the greatsword disappeared into his body.

Ed circled around him several times, and finally couldn't help asking, "Where the hell did you hide it?"

He knew that Iss could hide a lot of things on his body and not even see it, otherwise he would not have given him the knife that Mancini had sent back, so as not to be "accidentally" taken by Tess again...... In his mind, this was the same mystery as the neatly dressed Iss every time he changed from an ice dragon to a human.

Everyone needs a little secret of their own, and if his friend doesn't want to tell him, he doesn't plan to ask about it, but this time...... It was such a long sword! He couldn't pretend to turn a blind eye anymore.

Isis grinned triumphantly.

"I won't tell you. He said, not realizing how naïve it was.

"Won't you get cut?" Ed was still a little worried, "it doesn't even have a scabbard!"

"Am I that stupid?" said Is, reaching out and pressing his head down.

“...... How many things can you hide?" Ed asked incessantly, unable to deny that he was a little jealous - it was so convenient!

“...... My lord?"

A cautious voice floated down from the door.

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Rumorim stood outside the basement door, clasping his hands in trepidation.

He had been here three times, and each time he had been stopped by the white leopard from a distance. But he couldn't refuse the guests waiting outside, so he could only bite the bullet and take a look.

This time the white leopard finally lazily stepped aside and lay down, but he still didn't dare to get too close.

Scott quickly walked out and casually asked, "Are you leaving?"

Rumorim was stunned for a moment before he reacted - the Sage probably thought he had come to take his leave.

He didn't think about it...... Maybe a little bit. After all, I saw a Lord Earl...... Even if he wasn't a good guy, he died at the hands of Scott, and the next morning he trembled and pushed the door open, and even the body was gone...... It's impossible to say not to be afraid.

But he's the only one left here, and if he leaves, who will serve the Holy One?

-- Scott didn't need anyone to serve. He actually understood.

The young man lowered his head to hide his frustration and loss, and his tone was still respectful: "Her Majesty the Queen Mother is waiting for you, my lord." ”

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Moira sat upright, stiff as a statue. She had come here alone, not on the spur of the moment—she had been tormented by guilt and fear for too long, and the secret that she could not reveal to her father was wrapped around her heart like a thorny vine, and she suspected that if she did not do something about it, she would die.

She's ready, but her courage is dying little by little, if Scott doesn't show up again...... She'll run away.

But she heard familiar footsteps, and Scott's tone was a little distant, but still gentle: "Sorry to keep you waiting, Your Majesty." ”

She took a deep breath and tried to stand up, at least to look up at him, but she didn't have any strength in her body.

“...... Your Majesty?"

There was a little more doubt in Scott's voice: "Are you feeling unwell?"

She still couldn't move, as if she had turned into a rock that would shatter at the slightest touch.

"Moira?"

Scott approached her, "Are you coming alone......?"

She suddenly reached out and grabbed the corner of his coat, and every word that burst out of her mouth was shattered: "I'm sorry...... I'm sorry, but I ask for your pardon...... Please don't ......"

She remembered the chaos and gore of that night in Visa, the scent of trampled roses mixed with the rich stench of flesh and feces, the viscous blood soaking the carpet and seeping all the way to her feet, the piled up of corpses, and the eyes of the bloodied men glinting with gold...... As if from hell.

This man had held little Frederick in his arms, his smile as bright as a clear summer sky, and this man had been sacrificed to the altar by her husband, and his blood was drained and his body burned like garbage...... This person will no longer tolerate any deception and betrayal.

After a moment of silence, Scott half-knelt down in front of her. His face was blurred in her tears.

"Moira," he asked her, "what did you do?"

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