When he walked out of Collins' pure white water temple, the bright red in the sunlight immediately jumped into Norvi's eyes.

The elf, who was nearly three hundred years old and could remain calm even in the moment of life and death, rushed forward uncontrollably at that moment.

The elf walking beside him instinctively tried to stop him, but Lance reached out to stop him and shook his head.

He watched the red-haired girl jump straight onto Norvi's body, and with an aura that he hated to strangle the elf, he firmly hugged Norway with both hands and feet, and Norway hugged her back with the same force, unwilling to let go for a long time.

The enthusiasm almost embarrassed Lance - elves don't usually express their emotions in such a drastic way.

It took a while for Norvi to seem to realize the existence of his kindred, and patted the girl on the back as if to let her down, but the petite girl still refused to let go, hanging from his neck like a little red-haired monkey, her bright amber eyes wide open, and glaring demonstratively at the elves behind him.

Norway could only reluctantly turn around and introduce to his people, "I'm sorry. This is Tess ......"

"Tess Shepard. Lance said lightly, "I know. ”

"Of course. Tess slipped off Novi's body and instead wrapped her hands firmly on Novi's left arm, "Don't you want to catch me too?"

"It's not 'catching'. Faced with such a little girl who seemed to be barely an adult, Lance couldn't help but distinguish, "It's just to take you back to Grival...... We can't hurt you. ”

He almost tried to appease the girl with "elves never hurt the weak", but soon remembered that Tess was not a weak and harmless little girl.

"Whatever. Whatever. Tess looked up in a perfunctory manner, "Anyway, now you've caught me!

Lance opened his mouth. Speechless for a moment.

Norway looked down at her with a helpless expression...... But he also has a face of lost joy and endless love.

At that moment, Lance almost felt envious - but he soon realized that it probably meant that he had one more person to protect.

He's not a fool. Along the way, he had vaguely guessed what the killer in the dark was, and he even suspected that the companions who followed him were not completely trustworthy.

But that's his task - he'll take Novi ...... anyway and his little Tess were sent back to Grivar safely. As for their fate after that. That's not something he can decide.

"Let's go. He said that he felt that the future was difficult, but his steps were a little easier for some reason.

Watch as the elves walk up the stone bridge. Eren turned to Naria in silence.

“...... Well, I know what I promised you. Facing his reproachful gaze, Naria stubbornly explained, "But. You see. Tess is only by Novi's side, so that no one can think of causing trouble...... Besides, those two killers obviously don't know how to cooperate, right? Otherwise, they could have killed one together and then hunted down the other, and even if the target is more focused now, we can concentrate our forces and better protect them......"

“...... Did Tess tell you that?" Alan asked, "why did I never think you were such an easily persuaded person?"

Narya raised her eyebrows unhappily, "Can't it be that I thought of it myself?!"

"You're not stupid, but you never think about it so much. Alan hit the nail on the head mercilessly.

Naria glared at her father, annoyed but speechless.

"Shadow dancers may not be very good at collaborating. But have you ever thought that the elves would undoubtedly bring Norvi and Tess on their ships...... And they obviously won't welcome more passengers. If both killers are lurking on the ship. Once the boat is open, even if we are closely behind, we may not be able to make a timely move. Alan pressed his forehead with a headache. According to Sesyana, the Shadow Dancers will follow orders to the end, regardless of the situation, regardless of the consequences - unless they receive a new order. And he couldn't be sure when the manipulators behind the scenes would get the news or if they would change the order...... People who give such cold orders are usually stubborn and conceited as well.

“...... What then, are you going to chase Tess back?" Naria panicked slightly.

Alan squinted his eyes and shook his head as he looked at the elves' distant backs. There was probably no force to pull Tess away from Norvi right now.

"So...... Can we lurk on the elven ship too?" said Naria, whimsically whimsical, whimsically.

"The only one of us who has the potential to go undetected is Cethana, an elf who has been expelled from Grivar...... Do you think that's appropriate?"

Naria hung her head in frustration.

"It's not ......impossible, though," Alan muttered.

But first--he had to go and appease the ice dragon who was still losing his temper.

Iss sat alone on the stone wall of the West Tower of Fort Christes, his heels tapping against the wall again and again, letting the wind blow across his cheeks.

He liked the place more and more, that is, high and cold, with an unobstructed view, undisturbed...... If it weren't for the fact that the platform of the tower was so small, he would probably have preferred to lie here as an ice dragon instead of lying on the warm, soft bed in the room like a real human, even if it was once his own room, full of familiar smells......

River Singal has just returned to the castle. The current man of Klossersburg looked depressed, and only nodded politely to Iss, barely squeezing out a smile.

To Is, River is a complete stranger, and to River, he is probably just an ice dragon in human form, dangerous, deadly, uncontrollable, and elusive......

Since returning to Chrissus, Iss has never been so acutely aware that this ancient castle is no longer his home.

He didn't know why he hadn't left yet.

Although the news has not yet spread, it will soon become known that Ed has become the Sage of the Water God, and that he is better able to keep Novi and Tess safe than he is, in a more peaceful and proper way than he is...... Neither he nor Vala needed an ice dragon that would only complicate anything.

After flying back to Criesburg in a fit of rage, he reflected slightly. The argument with Ed was as childish as his previous argument with Scott. He pondered whether it was time to apologize, but quickly dismissed the idea. After he left in that way, the Collins Temple would never have welcomed him. Again......

Ed is not without fault!

In the midst of a moment of anger, he was indeed a little unscrupulous, but Ed had never faced such a violent and unreasonable him! He had been able to accept it without hesitation before, why did he ask such a stupid question this time?!

He had never cared that Isis was an ice dragon, and how could Iss care if he was some hellish sage!

He's just worried about him......

He didn't say a word to Vala when he returned. He didn't know what humans would think of such "glory," but he knew that a mother like Vala would never want Ed to become a saint - in any sense, it would almost mean that she had lost her son.

Maybe River will tell her...... Judging by the look on his face, it was likely that he had already learned about it, and was not happy about it either.

But things can't be changed.

Even with his anger, Iss could only reluctantly admit it. He could forcibly take Ed out of the temple and hide him forever at the end of the world or even in another world...... But that's really useless.

The contract has been concluded...... No one can break the covenant with the gods.

The only hope is that until Ed dies of old age, there is no need for Ni'o to come, but he doubts that Ed will be so lucky.

The dragon has no prophetic powers, but as a magical creature closely connected to the power of this world itself, he can feel the dark clouds rolling and the night approaching...... A true dragon may be able to stay out of the way and watch from the sidelines, but he can't.

He thought of the increasingly powerful undead, of Lydia, who was so elusive that she couldn't guess what she wanted to do, of his mother's missing bones, and of Scott's words of unknown meaning when he parted......

His body suddenly stiffened, and Iss was in a cold sweat for a moment, almost losing his balance and falling from the tower.

He had always been reluctant to think about Scott's words, unwilling to face any possibility that he did not want to accept...... But at this moment, the swarming memories were tangled together in the mind—the strange fire in Tonbuch that Allen had mentioned, the suspicion that Scott might have come back from the dead, the loss of control again and again, the terrifyingly powerful force, the whereabouts of Balach that night...... and the surprise on Scott's face when Iss mentioned that he had been out in the middle of the night...... It is likely that he really doesn't remember that he ever left.

The parting words were a clear reminder to Iss that perhaps one day, he would not be able to control his actions—who would control him......? Something seems to be wrong......

But he no longer has the means to think calmly.

There was darkness in front of him, and endless anger gushed out wildly. The gods have taken this world...... And now, they still want to take away the two most important people in the world?!

Clenched fists slammed into the hard stone, and the dragon's roar erupted from the human's body, resounding throughout Kriesburg.

The people in the castle looked around in surprise and panic, wondering if there was an enemy attacking or if something had angered the seemingly harmless ice dragon...... Or is it just a sudden return to its nature?

As the ice dragon's massive figure swept over the castle and rushed south, in the shadow of its wings, the people instinctively ran for dodge, as fearful as the dragon had first descended.

"The Ice Dragon of Christus"...... It's just a dragon after all.

(To be continued......)