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The man nodded politely to him slightly, his tone was humble, but the smugness in his eyes was so strong that he couldn't hide it: "In front of the great dragon, it's just an insignificant ......"

This kind of pretense made Iss furious, and before he could finish speaking, he couldn't wait to wave his hand, and the cold wind swirled under the man's feet, and several thorns of ice condensed rose from the frozen water in an instant, and wrapped around the man's body like tentacles.

He had heard the name Mansini, and although he had doubts, he didn't want to ask more...... In short, he is not a good person, and no one should blame him if he is killed like this.

Mancini remained unmoved, as if sure that such an attack would not break his defenses, but sighed for a long time.

"Unbelievable. He shook his head regretfully, "Sneak attack, more than once - I thought a dragon would be more ......"

"'What' more?" Ise interrupted him impatiently, "do you expect me to raise my sword and salute you before slashing like those pretentious knights?"

...... It seems that he accidentally scolded Scott together.

With his hands together, his two swords turned into a giant sword, and he slashed at the unwilling man who seemed to want to say something.

No matter what kind of defensive spell you have, there are limits. After a certain amount of time and enough damage, he can always peel the opponent out of the shell and smash it to pieces.

The man rubbed his fingers. The ice vines that had not touched his body shattered and burst into flames—a weapon that could have been used to fight back, but Mancini didn't use it...... or unavailable. Bright light flowed through the runes on the staff, and the ancient elven language evoked distant memories in the ice dragon's mind.

It's not just an attack staff that summons a few bolts of lightning.

"What grave did you dig that thing out of?"

Iss frowned, withdrew his hand and abandoned the sticky greatsword, replaced it with a warhammer and smashed it in the chest.

The man seemed to be very jealous of the rippling water under his feet, but water was a very useful "material" for Is—he could not create endless blades of ice out of nothing.

It doesn't seem like a bad idea to smash him into the water and freeze it again.

The hammer roared, and the sheer force sent fear in Mansini's eyes, but he didn't back down. A certain pride kept him firmly in place, and he took the blow firmly, blurting out a familiar spell with a slight tremor that could not tell whether it was fear or excitement before his body flew back uncontrollably, into the pool.

The compressed air let out a sharp whistling, and invisible wind blades staggered. Iss narrowed his eyes and jumped high for a moment, his whole body almost clinging to the stone wall above his head, snatching the invisible attack, and still instinctively tensing his muscles as he landed, meeting another blow that was even more deadly, but impossible to dodge.

It didn't hurt, but it suddenly emptied its body, as if something had been dragged out. The icy blood roared angrily in the hollow...... Until the power of talent gushes out again like a spring.

That brief moment was when he was at his most vulnerable, but the enemy didn't take the opportunity to attack.

“...... Looks like you know exactly how to use this staff. ”

Iss approached the man who was still fluttering in the water with a cold face, "But probably no one told you that it was best not to try to use it to take the power of the dragon." ”

The staff has a thin layer of frost on it, and an incompatible force will render it useless for a short time. Of course, Mancini definitely had more than one magical item on his body......

Iss looked in amazement at the man who suddenly stiffened and stopped moving, staring at him with wide eyes in a daze.

Mansini's eyes were full of fear...... But not because of him.

The surface of the water rippled finely, but no vibrations were felt under my feet. Isis stopped vigilantly, and watched as Mancini sank into the water as if he had been caught by some monster underwater, without even having time to let out an exclamation.

A small whirlpool was left behind where he had disappeared, and calm was soon restored. The man who held the legendary Forbidden Staff and cast spells like an elven mage thousands of years ago suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if there was not even the slightest room for resistance.

It's wise to stay away as soon as possible...... Is, however, couldn't help but take a few steps forward curiously, staring down at the murky water beneath his feet.

Where the passage broke, the water had reached his knees. The depth of the pool is impossible to judge, and there is no danger to be felt. The surroundings were as calm as if nothing had happened, and the ancient aura was serene and peaceful, silently brushing his always tense body, like some kind of soothing...... Reminds him of Valla's unwarm fingers.

Gentle, firm, not overly intimate, but involuntarily nostalgic.

The flame of magic was completely extinguished when Mancini vanished. In the darkness, wisps of light shone faintly under the water, like a silver thread, gently climbing up his ankles, tentatively curling and letting go, as if waiting for his permission.

He had seen something similar in Lake Starnestle, when he received Ed's "call for help" and sneaked into the temple from the bottom of the lake...... It doesn't seem to have the intention of harming him.

If this is Ed...... And the ancestors of the Chrysers family chose to trust the remnants of the power of the gods, and perhaps, he could also give it a little trust.

After a moment of hesitation, Iss relaxed and let the cluster of silver light drag him into the water.

The vision was blurred. In the summer, the river Veinz was filled with a large amount of sediment washed down from the upper reaches, and even if he could see in the dark, Iss could not see through the floating sand and rotting leaves...... The water is really not clean, but it is not disgusting.

Life was born out of dust.

A dragon shouldn't have given himself over to some unknown force so unsuspectingly—Iss reproached himself angrily. However, in the chaos, his heartbeat was so calm, as if he was still curled up in an eggshell, wrapped gently and tightly.

He stared down at the faint light under his feet, and suddenly felt like he had sunk into another world...... Until a huge black shadow in the water came to you.

The shape vaguely looked like a person. Ace stretched out his hand in surprise, but it was a stone that he touched.

A stone statue.

Fingers groped for lines that weren't soft. Resolute features, long wavy hair hanging down on the shoulders, one hand hanging down, the other hand raised flat to the chest......

The statue of Goddess Nyo, exactly like the statue in the old temple on the island of the Holy Sepulchre, was stern and cold, and it was feared by the people in ancient times.

. (To be continued.) )