When the ice dragon swooped down towards the Enzhi Valley, it looked like it was going home, but like it was going to demolish someone's home.

The warrior guarding the place instinctively raised his longbow, and although he silently laid down his weapon with a short whistle, he still tensed his nerves with vigilance.

More than half of the people here have besieged the dragon in Treasure Bay, and the dragons are just as famous for their greed and ferocity as they are for their greed and ferocity.

Fortunately, the ice dragon didn't attack them. It landed heavily on the ground...... Then he splashed himself with sludge.

In its irritated roar, the air around it was no longer so tense. A reckless "monster" who made such a mess of himself seems to be ...... Isn't it that scary?

Anger swelled in the ice dragon's golden eyes. Not just because of the ruined valley and the mud that was clinging to it, but also because of the people of the valley who had trespassed into its territory without permission, making it almost as impulsive as it tore them apart.

Perceiving something, Belin Grean, who had strode forward, stopped and did not continue to get closer.

"Let your people go. The ice dragon controlled himself, and finally did not say "leave" as "get out". It also remembered that these people were not invaders, and that they may have helped Ed hold the valley...... But it didn't ask Ed for help, and it didn't give him the right to allow others to enter the place.

This is not Ed Singall's home. This is its valley.

They should probably really keep their distance.

Behring raised his hand. In a matter of moments, Nighthawk had quickly withdrawn, followed by the knights of the Grian family, and several priests of Anduch exchanged glances, and finally left silently, leaving only Belin and Sercio who slowly walked to his side.

The little blonde prince looked up into the dragon's eyes, and the eyes were so quiet that they were empty, and there was a wide space that encompassed all things. It was as if the cool breeze of the early morning, or the smell of fresh snow in early winter, gently blew into the heart of the ice dragon, which was covered by the scorching mist, and made it silently contain its anger.

"What's going on?" it asked, not very politely, but rather calm.

"Copas Fenton. Behring replied, "He is ...... to this valley Or something in the valley that is of interest. But I don't think I got it. ”

“...... Did he come on his own?" asked the ice dragon.

It didn't remember much of the guy who was always hiding behind it, but his hand was too long.

Behring shook his head: "At least, he didn't show up in front of us. ”

Well, that thing shouldn't be very important...... Or, even Copas himself doesn't know what it is.

- after all, I don't even know about it.

For a while, the ice dragon was a little angry with the old mage who had died. He made it swear to protect it, but he kept it a secret.

Hmph, humans.

"Is there anything else I should know?" it asked.

Belin looked at Sercio.

The little prince took a few steps forward and held out his hands.

The ice dragon frowned—though it didn't have an eyebrow at this point. But Sergio turned a blind eye to the doubts, wariness, and rejection it shown, and just watched it quietly.

The ice dragon hesitated. It could see that the soul in this body did not belong to a human being at all, and that it could see that he was strong but also weak...... But the strange soul made it feel a cordiality and peace that was difficult to refuse.

It bent its long neck, its massive head touching the boy's outstretched palm.

The next moment, something smacked into its mind, so soft that it was imperceptible. It tensed subconsciously, its bulging muscles ready to go - it chose trust, but it might not really be a good fit for the ......

A strange picture unfolded in its mind.

It suppressed the urge to retreat or even attack, and stood still. The image instantly captured its full attention, even if it didn't know what it was for a moment.

It was like a painting, but it didn't draw any specific form, just clusters of light of different colors, lines that twisted and, overlapping and intertwined, which should have seemed crowded and chaotic, but inexplicably harmonious, even indescribably beautiful.

Eventually, it recognized that it was the Valley of Ambition—presumably, the Valley of Ambition as seen by the inhuman soul in Sergio's body.

It recognized itself, a dazzling white light, glowing a slight blue like a glacier from within, but almost all of it was wrapped in threads, like a cat entangled in threads. It saw Sersio, a faint little firefly swaying in a faint mist, it saw the air currents that were gradually calming down in the Enzhi Valley, like a pen, carefully smearing and erasing the messy gray and black failures, and it saw the source and end of the air currents, the wooden house that had always stood tall, like a warm bonfire in a cold night, burning brightly.

As the image faded away, it remained stunned for a moment.

Sergio didn't return his hand. His fingers moved, and he quickly touched the scales of the ice dragon, and even tugged at the small barbs at the corners of its mouth, apprehensive and excited. Another soul hidden in this body poked its head out, boldly satisfied its curiosity, and immediately shrank back.

The ice dragon came back to his senses, let out a little chill, and tolerated the small offense.

"Why are you showing me this?" it asked.

The boy did not answer.

"He can't speak yet. Behring explained.

Now Sercio can't even make any expressions, which seems to be more difficult than moving freely.

The ice dragon understood. When he spoke again, it was probably the time when the mist of light had completely dissipated, and the fireflies would no longer be extinguished easily.

The ice dragon could not comprehend such an act. A powerful soul that could have been reborn with this turned itself into a protector...... Turn into dirt, become the nourishment of another weak soul that has long been broken.

But it looked at Sercio's overly clear eyes, and knew that it was his own will, so he had nothing to say.

“...... Thank you. ”

It said a bit stiffly thanks. Although I still don't understand the other party's intentions, I can at least understand that it is out of good intentions.

After they were gone, the ice dragon reverted to its human form and pushed open the half-hidden door of the hut.

Something was hidden in Mulder's body—a phrase he heard in his ears in his anger and irritability. While he did find something not long ago and set a trap to lure Eli, he suspected it wasn't the same as what Ed had discovered.

He was of course because of Ed's growing power...... The power that is too fast and the self-righteousness that is increasingly disregarding his wishes will not be denied to trust his judgment.

He remembered what he had just seen, the bright flame.

It really seemed like it was a fire.