"Not everyone who walks through that door can be called 'God'. Scott said, "Souls that aren't strong enough will simply be devoured—either by fiery wings or by the Sea of Nothingness itself." ”

“...... So that so-called 'altar' in Lockburg," Alan frowned, "is it really just an entrance for the beasts to feed?"

"It's a trap too. As the "food" that was once thrown in, Scott replied calmly, "but Ankland, as crazy as he is, is also smart and cautious enough. He had entered the Black Tower more than once, knowing that it was a 'warehouse' at best. But he never came near that altar...... Even as to the reason for his numerous failures, there may be a single answer there. ”

Ed glanced uneasily at the ball of paper that had been thrown in the corner—something so dangerous, he had just drawn it!

"That's not all. "It's never all that can be seen. ”

"But Ston Butch has changed a lot. Alan tapped the table thoughtfully, "Lockburg has changed a lot...... Maybe we can turn it into another trap?"

"It's dangerous. Scott replied, "Trying to manipulate forces we don't understand...... It's dangerous. Twisted from the three-storied tower, Lockburg became Doren Beauford's fortress, tomb, and place of his expected rebirth until Ante's return...... The power to hide in the shadows and want to 'change' something is not limited to Ankland, so even Blazing Wing can only give up. This place has long been a trap for it...... A trap that even it chooses to avoid. ”

"In that case, it is even more impossible to waste. Alan insisted, "If you don't know, you can find out - otherwise even we ourselves are likely to become rats in a cage by accident." As for 'trying to manipulate forces we don't understand,'......"

He glanced at Scott lightly, "-Haven't you been doing this all along?"

Scott opened his mouth, speechless.

"Your friend......" Alan threw him down and turned to Ed, "King Silverleaf." You say he has a map of Ton Butch in his hand?"

Ed nodded. He remembered the terrifyingly detailed map...... Of course, it was impossible for him to remember every detail of it clearly.

"Do you think he is willing...... Lend it to you?" Alan tugged at his beard.

Ed nodded hurriedly. He figured that if he shook his head, Alan would probably have some bad idea, because he was clearly bound to win.

"We also need more maps. "Allen," the collection in Rockburg, painted by the thieves in the Scomboch sewers, in the hands of the mages who wanted to enter the three-storied tower, and the rulers of another race or country who once coveted the city...... The more the merrier. Stobel ...... That Master Mage from the ** Master Tower might be willing to help?"

Ed continued to nod.

"Naria will help you too. Alan nodded at him, "Go ahead." ”

Ed obediently turned away.

Iss gave Eren a deep look, and silently followed Ed as the old man pondered how to send him away.

Unconsciously exert too much force on your hands. Alan looked down at his beard that he had pulled off and smiled bitterly for a while—both Ed, who was easily coaxed away, and Is, who left on his own without coaxing, gave him a headache.

However, the one who gave him the most headache was still standing straight in front of him.

“...... Keller Brian. He said, "Did you really see him?"

Skod's head.

"What the hell did he tell you?" Alan asked calmly, "stop fooling me with all the nonsense he just said. Although your ability to lie is a little better than before...... But can't you see it? You can't even fool Iz—only Ed would fool you. ”

The muscles in the corners of Scott's eyes jumped, and the expressionless mask seemed to collapse in an instant.

But he still closed his lips, and his stubborn refusal to answer was full of childishness that had not changed even after more than ten years of suffering.

In one way, he's a hell of a resemblance to Ed.

Alan sighed and continued to pull his beard: "Is it about Is?"

Scott's eyes flashed, but he still didn't say a word.

"Do you think I won't know if you don't tell me?" Alan was so angry that he wanted to laugh, "Didn't you think I might have known before you? Why do you think I suddenly insisted on taking Iss at that time? Just because I suddenly found that his eyes turned golden? Do you really think you hide it so well? You think I won't know something that even Leda can find out?!"

The more he spoke, the more angry he became, and when he raised his hand, he found that there were no more crutches in his hand, otherwise he would probably really smash his head and face.

He's too pampering this kid - Alan thought through gritted teeth. It started with the young paladin chasing after him with a bright smile and wanting to join his party...... After all, such a pure light is really easy to dazzle, and even if he makes a mistake, he can't bear to blame, so he indulges in such wanton and self-righteous behavior as he does today.

"So, what did he tell you?" the old man collapsed back helplessly, and the moment he spoke, he felt a sense of relief—he had been carrying this secret alone for too long:

"Is Isis going to kill you, or is he going to kill everyone?"

After trying to change in different ways, sometimes even Celebryan himself couldn't determine what part of what he saw and experienced...... is the final truth.

But at least he was sure of one thing: the child they had raised, the one-of-a-kind ice dragon, was real, and would bring calamity and destruction.

.

Ed cautiously glanced back at Is. One more look.

He was a little happy...... He wondered why Iss followed him so silently, looking like a lost puppy.

"That ......," he finally couldn't help but speak, but was abruptly interrupted again.

"He lied. Isis said.

“...... Scott?" Ed reacted quickly, not surprised.

"And Alan. "He knew Scott was lying...... Probably knows better than I do. ”

So only I didn't know at all?—— even Ed was a little bothered by it.

Iss wasn't really angry. His anger was wrapped in helplessness into indescribable exhaustion and grievance, no longer as hot as fire, but like a cold rock, weighing heavily on his heart.

He looked at Ed, but he couldn't tell if the black-haired young man's chest was weighing the same weight.

Dark blue eyes looked back at him with concern, and there was not a hint of reproach in them.

Iss jerked his hand and grabbed Ed's arm.

"Follow me. He said.