"Delicious!" Ed chewed on the roast lamb vigorously and exclaimed, "I've never had such a delicious roast!"

He put his hand in front of the ice dragon's nose and shook it, "Don't you want to come a little, it's a bit small for a dragon, but that's all I have......"

He squatted there and looked at the ice dragon expectantly, "You really don't want to come a little?"

The ice dragon didn't even bother to move his eyes. It's not like it hasn't eaten Matilda's food, and the barbecue without even salt is delicious! And most of it is half-cooked, not as good as its own craftsmanship!

Ed was a little discouraged. He knew that Isis was awake, but he just ignored him, no matter how he jumped around and chirped, he just didn't exist as if he didn't exist.

"Well," he said, "you open your eyes, and I'll tell you Scott's news." River wouldn't have admitted that he was his son if he had known, but the dragon was too hard to please.

The ice dragon opened his eyes.

Its eyes were big enough to fit the whole squatting him, and the indescribable gold was a little frighteningly beautiful.

Ed immediately began to regret that the price was too low, but it was too late to do so, and he didn't want to be slapped on the ground again.

"Scott is alive. He smiled and said, "I've seen him." ”

Something lit up in the huge eyes, and it was pure delight.

It had waited so long for the news that the moment it heard it, all the anger and hatred melted into the joy of the sun that bathed it as it broke through the clouds.

But the light soon dimmed, and the ice dragon closed its eyes again.

"I've seen him, Is, the living Scott Christus...... You're glad you're happy, aren't you?" Ed could only coax his friend who somehow began to awkward again.

"Why are you happy, because there's another one more person who wants to kill me?" replied the ice dragon coldly, but Ed was so happy that he wanted to turn his head - anyway, it finally spoke.

"He's looking for you, Is......"

The ice dragon looked up and sat up, its fury returning.

"Now, don't you think it's too late?" its deep voice rattled through the cavern, "he's going to have to wait in a long line to get a chance to slash me!"

"He won't do that!" Ed tried to soothe the big guy who was starting to get angry again, "Maybe he didn't know you were a dragon when he raised you, but he really thinks of you as a ......"

"He knows!!" The ice dragon's roar shook the rubble and fell on Ed's head, "He knew it from the beginning......! They lied to me, they lied to everybody! You ask me why I can't accept that human identity because he's a lie from beginning to end!"

Matilda quickly dragged the children from the fire to the corner, and she couldn't stand it for two or three days.

Ed froze, he really didn't know this at all. He couldn't help but start to resent Alan and Scott - this wasn't such a big secret, couldn't he just tell him first?!

The ice dragon began to walk back and forth in the small cavern, but that didn't quell its anger a bit.

"They killed my mother!" it roared, "it didn't even have time to give me a name?......!

It did do something...... But what's wrong with that for a dragon?!

Yes, it knows everything, everything about the ice dragon, about each of its ancestors, hundreds of thousands of years of history and memory are as clear and organized as a book, without any secrets. But in the short memory of more than ten years of human memory, it has no idea how much is true.

"He wanted to kill me, he always wanted to kill me......" it began to mutter to itself, anger and uncontrollable sadness.

Why couldn't he have killed it when it was born? Oh, it remembered, Lydia had said that it was a human baby when it came out of its shell, and even it couldn't tell what it was, but because of that false form, they didn't let it die at its mother's side - hypocritical kindness, hypocritical humanity, no one could be trusted......

"He doesn't want to kill you at all, okay?" Ed began to feel the urge to hold its big head and shake it vigorously.

The ice dragon stopped and stared at him, its eyes looking like it wanted to slap him again. Ed's body shook backwards, and instead of heeding his inner warning, he stood stubbornly in place.

But the ice dragon twisted his head to the side and stopped looking at him. It strode towards the mouth of the cave, as if ready to fly away again, and Ed chased after it.

"Ish! you can't always run away like this! you're not a dragon!" he shouted, contemplating whether to hold the dragon's leg again.

"I didn't want to run away!" the ice dragon turned to him and roared, "I'll find him......"

It stopped, apparently unsure of what it would do if it found Scott.

And then what? Kill him? Don't be stupid, you can't do it - Ed was tempted to say this, but he already had a lesson in blood, and it didn't end well to provoke a dragon.

"Listen to me, Is. Ed tried to make his tone as soft and patient as Norvi, "I don't know why you think he wants to kill you, I don't know him well, although he is my uncle...... No, this one doesn't matter. I mean, he mentions you...... He told us stories about when you were a kid, and he remembered everything so clearly, and when he said it, I could see the expression on his face, like...... Like I could see from my parents' faces. He really thinks of you as a brother, you know that, don't you?"

“...... No, I don't know!" the ice dragon stubbornly replied, "It's all fake!"

"Is...... Even if the human body you once had was fake, your memories could not be fake, even if there were secrets hidden in them. Has he ever hurt you? Has he left you aside when you don't exist? If he's just waiting for you to turn back into a dragon and kill you, he's supposed to do that, or every day he's spent with you, every penny he's given for you, will only end up in pain and fall back on him. Ed whispered.

He didn't know Scott that well, and he wasn't even sure if Scott would actually kill Is, but he could see his hesitation and pain, and he could see that his love for Iss was real, even if he knew it was a dragon. And if even he could see it, he didn't believe that Iss would not feel anything.

"That's ...... Fake ......" Ice Dragon still insisted, but his voice became hesitant and weak, "He just ...... Lie to me, just hope that one day I will hesitate because of this, otherwise how could he have a chance to kill a dragon......"

Ed sighed and crouched down, tired and disappointed, completely unsure of what to do with this awkward dragon like a teenage girl: "Tell me, Is, do you really believe that? You should know him better than I do, do you really believe that Scott Criess, the man who raised you for ten years, is such a terrible fellow? If it is true, I am willing to help you kill him." ”

The ice dragon flinched. Even in the most angry and desperate moments, it never thought of killing Scott - it was completely unthinkable.

Maybe it just wanted to ask him, are they all fake?

Scott wasn't a perfect older brother, especially in the first few years, when he was rarely at home, didn't know how to take care of the children, was impatient or too tired, he really treated him as if he didn't exist. But if Isis starts crying, he will always pick him up helplessly in the end, complaining and comforting him.

He would play childish and ridiculous games with him very seriously, he would run down long corridors laughing with him high above his head to make him feel like he could fly, he would tell him bedtime stories, sometimes he would laugh too much because of the ridiculous fairy tales, and sometimes he would fall asleep before Iss could fall asleep......

"No......," it finally admitted in a low voice, grinding its claws uncomfortably on the ground. Scott doesn't lie at all, anyone can see when he lies, and he knows it himself, so he usually avoids questions he doesn't want to answer. His warm embrace and bright smile were not fake, it just couldn't believe that anyone really wanted to take a monster for a younger brother - it always insisted that it was a dragon, strong and proud, but deep down, in the cold and dark underworld of the Temple of Collins, that title with contempt, disgust, and fear could never be erased.

Ed looked up at it, his expression a little glazed, as if he didn't expect it to admit it.

"But what does that change?" the ice dragon lay down in a huff, perhaps forever pulled by pride and inferiority, pulled by two different souls, unable to figure out what it was.

"That can change everything!" Ed, who finally reacted, threw himself on its nose excitedly, unable to believe that there had finally been a little bit of progress, "I know you always thought we came to you only because we still thought you were a human and refused to admit that you were a dragon, and you refused to admit that you were once a human being...... But, you see, there are people who love you even if they always know that you are a dragon, even if you admit it!, so it doesn't matter what you are!-no, that's important......" Realizing that he was incoherent again, Ed paused, tapped his head to try to clear his mind, and then said solemnly: "The important thing is that you have us, Is, maybe things will still be messed up, but no matter what, we will be with you...... You have to believe this, Is, we have come so far to get here, just to tell you this, you are not alone, you will never be alone. ”

The ice dragon looked at him, its weak human friend. It wondered if he knew that "forever" meant something completely different to them - they only had a few decades to live, but it could live for thousands of years, and even if it believed all this, one day, it would still lose them, and the memories it had would only make its long life more lonely and unbearable.

But now, in the face of the expectation in those big, deep blue eyes, it can only answer like this:

“...... I believe. ”