On the day York Tracy left, it was raining lightly on Stonebuch. The time of the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info has just entered August, but there is a slight chill in the rain, as if the autumn that should have been patiently waiting for has mistaken the time to come.

The young pastor is healthy and in good spirits, but he still can't get back his lost memory. Ed fears that he will be haunted by this, but he can't stop him from finding answers on his own, and can only warn him of the possible dangers.

York nodded to him, his smile seemed much calmer than it had been a year ago, reassuring Ed slightly.

In the evening, when the drizzle continued, Fenway knocked on the courtyard door. Ed felt that this was a big change for the shadow dancers, who were used to coming and going without a trace—he was willing to tell them that he was back...... He's here.

The Shadow Dancer brought back a letter written by the Silver Leaf King himself, full of gratitude, but for reasons unknown. Ed read the short letter back and forth several times, not so much that he was suspicious of any secret hidden in it, but that he simply felt that it was ...... The Silver Leaf King's handwriting is really beautiful.

When he had admired it for the fourth or fifth time with a smile on his face, Iss impatiently snatched the fine letterhead and hurried past it with ten lines.

"What does he thank you?" he asked.

Ed's eyes only rolled in a half-circle, and the ice dragon's gaze narrowed coldly.

“...... I gave the gem back to him. Ed replied honestly.

“...... Which one?"

"The one that can talk. ”

"Was that originally his?"

"Uh......" Ed scratched his head, "the one in there, I guess...... It probably has something to do with the Silver Leaf King. ”

Iss shook the letter in a snort: "Now you can be sure - who is that?"

“...... Silver Leaf King's ...... Some kind of ancestor, I guess. Ed unconsciously lowered his voice.

Isis raised an eyebrow, but he didn't show much surprise. He was concerned about another issue.

"You're generous. He said, "Wouldn't it be more useful to keep it? ”

“...... If anything useful could be dug up from him, I don't think Lydia would leave it to us. ”

Iss was silent for a moment—he couldn't deny that.

So he threw the letter back to Ed in displeasure, turned and walked away.

But Ed knew that when he woke up from his slumber from time to time, either Isis or Naria, one would always be in his sight - or he would be in theirs

If it weren't for them, he would probably have been lost in his dreams.

He had fallen asleep as many times as Iss had since he didn't know he was a dragon—and he could sit in a chair and drink tea and sink into his cup.

Naria didn't ask much...... She was waiting, and Ed appreciated her trust and patience.

He'll tell her -- when he's sorted it out.

He was just a little worried that he would involuntarily say something in his sleep before he was ready...... For example, the "Majesty" who was locked in the gem was not just the "ancestor" of the Silver Leaf King...... That's the father of the Silver Leaf King.

He already knew this without a doubt...... He already knew too much. Useful or useless news bubbled out of his mind, filling around him, making him barely able to breathe.

All of this is only possible in a few simple symbols.

The symbol on the broken bone, the symbol carved into the stone tablet, the symbol of Nessas...... A symbol is really just a name...... But it's not just a name.

That encompasses everything a name represents.

When he closed his eyes...... Sometimes he was even awake, he could see countless pictures, hear countless sounds, roar like a tidal wave. And he couldn't help but toss and turn in every long or short life, perceiving every bit of their anger and hope, and every bit of their forgotten joy and sorrow.

If that's what a god can perceive...... It's much happier to be an ordinary mortal.

Ed soon realizes that if his consciousness is allowed to be torn and swallowed up by such a torrent, sooner or later he will become another Elena, never to find himself again. He pulled out as hard as he could, like a drowning man trying to surface, trying to ignore the strong but useless emotions of the turbulent undercurrents, and put aside all the wonderful but trivial details...... Until a certain moment, the noise in his ears suddenly receded, and in the silence, he stood alone on the bank of the river of time, looking up for the source of everything.

Perhaps, it started with the Flame Dragon that tried to become a god many eons ago, but failed to do so - the only thing it left was that small piece of broken bones, and all its efforts had left its name on it...... The real name branded in the language of God is more like a cold mockery.

The name was written down by an elf who had obtained the broken bones after an unknown number of thousands of years, but he did not understand the meaning of it, and his son, Ancrane, may have only scratched the surface after experimenting with different symbols...... Otherwise, he wouldn't have left those symbols in a haphazard form on a few small stone slabs.

Or maybe he knew what it was. He just...... Incomprehensible, much less usable, that from another world...... The language of another race.

Today, the original name on the bone is engraved in the majestic temple in the shadow of the three-storied pagoda in the west of Stunbuch, and is engraved on the heart of every believer—like an hourglass, with no beginning or end.

Nesses. What was Blazing Wing thinking when it chose the name of a god that had been completely erased by its equally ambitious ancient ancestors?

Once upon a time, Ed would have taken it for granted that it was a tribute to the pride of his ancestors, but now he suspects that it was to hide his true name and still gain strength from people's beliefs.

The dragon's soul was one—after that thunderous defeat.

Once again, the story that Isis has told is wonderfully connected to reality.

Before he could wake up, Ed faintly heard the sound of dripping rain. A slight chill soaked into his blood, and at a certain moment, he felt unprecedented loneliness and hesitation, as if he was standing alone between heaven and earth, facing the past and the future alone, endless time, in a drizzle that blurred everything and never stopped.

When he woke up, he shivered with cold, even though someone had thoughtfully covered him with a blanket.

Leaning against the window, Iss glanced back at him, and before he could see his friend's expression, he habitually returned a "I'm fine" smile.

But he's not good.

He learned about the past...... But they may not be able to control the future.

And the drizzle didn't stop.

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