Lydia stood at the top of the city, quietly looking into the distance.

The mist churned beneath her feet, and in a trance, it was as if she was not standing in the ruins of a long-abandoned elven city, but standing high in the clouds, looking down at the boundless sea of clouds beneath her feet......

If you can really fly above the clouds, you will definitely be able to see even more magnificent scenery.

Speaking of which, among the former companions...... Of the "companions" still alive, she seems to be the only one who has never seen the world on the back of a dragon - and that's a bit unfair. In any case, at least when Iss was a child, she gave him no less love than the others.

The love she had given and received was the warmth she occasionally missed. But "nostalgia" itself doesn't mean anything...... The only thing that makes sense is "gain" and "loss".

She didn't want to lose anything again.

She pinched her nails a little irritably—the mage's nails used to glow a healthy pink. Now, it looks unusually pale at any given moment, and it doesn't look half bloody against the red long sleeves.

Lydia glared at her fingertips, wondering why she was still upset by such a pointless thing. It's like she doesn't understand why the wound on her lower abdomen still hurts occasionally.

That didn't make sense, the wound had long since healed, leaving no scars.

She didn't want to admit that the irritability was due to Nia Meyer's unexpected return - why did some people just not die well?

It was even more annoying to her than the recent failures, after all. The so-called "failure" ...... As long as she and that "majesty" are alive, it is not a failure at all.

The fog seemed to absorb all the subtle sounds around it, making the whole world more silent and lonely. But when someone behind him silently stepped out of the door of the Temple of the Sun. She smiled without looking back and asked, "Did you find what you were looking for, sir?"

After a moment, Jay Oylan's calm voice floated over: "What I am looking for is only a memory, but what has been taken away by time may not be meaningful. ”

It seemed meaningful, but it was empty - Lydia raised an eyebrow disapprovingly. She is familiar with this kind of hypocrisy and wrongdoing, the so-called "aristocratic tone". Sometimes she even enjoys it, but now, she is somewhat impatient...... But he was secretly frightened.

She didn't believe that anyone could see through the soul of another person at a glance. I have long been wary, but Oylan's "meaningless" words, what "memory" and "time" ...... It's like knowing everything in her head.

She hated it.

"What are you looking for in this mist, ma'am?" said Oylan, slowly walking behind her. Look at that foggy world.

The back instinctively tenses. But a charming smile naturally appeared on his lips. Lydia looked back, smiling innocently.

"I was just thinking about how I could visit our neighbors so that they didn't seem too abrupt. She said, "Maybe I should give a little gift?"

She hadn't thought about it before it came out of her mouth. Her injuries hadn't healed yet, and the gift to Scott hadn't been ready, and since the timid creatures were going to stay in the temple all the time, she was happy to be paralyzed for a few more days.

"I'm sure they're looking forward to your presence. Oylan asked. The tone was too flat to tell whether it was perfunctory or mocking, "Even if you are empty-handed." ”

Lydia laughed out loud, "Of course. After all, there is no better 'gift' than myself. ”

The temple that towered abruptly over the wilderness was a trap that even she didn't dare to enter—her curiosity had caused several necromancers to disappear silently.

But it sounds, Oylan seems to know better...... Or maybe he just wanted to make her feel like he knew more.

She suspected that His Majesty, who was not very satisfied with his new body and was getting more and more unhappy with each passing day, knew something, but when the soul that had lived for thousands of years really wanted to keep some secret, even she could not dig it out so easily.

"Why don't we send someone to deliver a letter first, lest they wait too anxiously?" she said with a smile, and suddenly thought of a suitable candidate.

Oylan looked at her, the expression on her face unchanged, but the color of her eyes became darker.

"I'm afraid that ignorant young man will disappoint you. He said, apparently immediately understanding who she was referring to.

"I'm sure you'll teach him well. Lydia smiled, smug and suddenly glad she didn't have anyone to worry about.

That will always be a person's greatest weakness.

Perhaps because he had barely used his newly regained strength, Ed felt unusually tired, and almost fell to the ground as he waited for her to change his dressing in Rye's tent.

"Looks like you need me to give you another medicine. Ryan held him up and slapped the pill on the back of his head cleanly like he had last time, "Are you not sleeping, or are you sleeping too much?"

Ed stared blankly at her, not knowing what to answer. He had slept so deeply for the past two nights that he had fallen asleep as soon as he rolled into bed, even if he had been in bed, and had to wait for Yachem to come and call him to breakfast.

Even when he was awake, he was always groggy - speaking of which, he had hardly really been fully awake since coming to the temple, and the closest he came to being when he was with Rosa in search of Sercio in the dungeons beneath the ruined city.

In this way, if he wants to rescue Sercio in this suspicious place, is it too self-conscious?

Ryan glanced at him, shook his head helplessly, picked out a few herbs, crushed them casually, put them in a small burlap bag, tied a hemp rope, and hung them around his neck.

A rather pungent scent wafted into his nose, making Ed can't help but let out a violent sneeze, and instantly sobered up a lot.

"Wow...... Can you give me some too?" asked Yachem, who was standing on the side, with great interest.

Ryan looked down and gathered his things, ignoring him at all.

Ed looked at Ryan gratefully—grateful and adoring. While he could easily heal more serious and even fatal injuries as a priest, Rye, who was able to heal and save lives without any God-given powers, seemed to be more respectable for his own experience and skill.

Even if one day there were no gods in the world, mankind himself would probably be able to live well - this was a blasphemous thought that flashed through his mind and startled him.

The old man, who liked to be alone, quickly waved him and Yachem out. As he emerged from the tent, Ed noticed nearly a dozen heavily armed warriors gathering on the other side of the square, seemingly ready to go.

“...... What are they going to do?" Ed asked.

"Let's hunt. Yachem glanced at the group and replied nonchalantly, "In two days we will have fresh meat to eat." ”

Ed didn't say anything more, his mind was full of questions - to go hunting at such a time, even if Risek hadn't told everyone about the danger they might face, the fog two days ago would have been enough to let the people here know that they weren't safe.

As he walked up the steps of the temple, he couldn't help but glance back again, and one of them was turning his head, intentionally or not. Across the empty, unfinished square, their gaze seemed to meet briefly, and then they each looked away as if nothing had happened.

It was a familiar face...... But Ed doesn't remember the man's name. It's not surprising that a year ago he didn't remember everyone's names, most of them didn't even say a word at all. He had been trying to remember everyone for the past few days, but some in the temple had a lot of respect or enthusiasm for him, while others seemed to stay away. Considering his awkward status...... And the secrets that may be hidden here, that's normal.

Another day rushed by without a result. As he threw himself on the bed in frustration, Ed once again doubted his abilities. How many of the few victories he had won in the past had been due to sheer "good luck"? Although Norway had comforted him that "luck" was a rare ability, it was now evident that that ability had abandoned him.

He grabbed the small burlap bag hanging from his chest, wondering whether to tear it off. After half a day, the smell of the herbs in the bag was still strong, which made his consciousness rise and fall, half asleep, and even more uncomfortable.

In the chaos, a flash of lightning suddenly crossed his mind.

He jumped up in shock, and a cold sweat broke out in an instant.

He remembered the man...... He had indeed seen him, not a year earlier when he had been building the temple with the followers of Nesses, nor in the temple these days—but in Collins.

It was brought back by Eren and Narya, with the help of the Silver Fang Dwarves, and one of the mercenaries who had attacked the Temple of Collins on the night of the May Festival!

He fell to his knees on the bed in a daze, his heart pounding, his body hot and cold, completely overwhelmed by anger and fear. Once again, he thought carefully about the plain-looking, featureless face. They were far apart, and they could barely see the outline, maybe they were just similar, after all, there are not many people in this world who look exactly the same......

But he couldn't justify himself with such reasons.

What really happened in the Temple of Collins on the night that the fog shrouded in the fog is known only to those who were in it at the time...... He didn't know if there were really clergy survivors, as Scott said, and he didn't know where they were now, but the mercenaries who were also missing...... They must know something!.

(To be continued......)