Inglis clasped his hands together and looked up as the silver-white figure of the ice dragon faded behind the clouds.

The weather was fine today, the early spring sun was warm and soft, but the old mage still felt a little chill in his bones.

He walked slowly back to the cabin, faltering, knowing that the cold, which the sun could not dispel, would soon seep into every drop of his blood—aging, another deadly spell that could not be dissolved.

The white crow leaned against the door and looked at him, skin as white as snow and black as a raven, as young as when they first met.

"Finally, it became a real dragon. She smiled brightly, "It's free—you've done a good thing." ”

"Yes. Inglis replied, "It's free...... But that's something you can't get. ”

The white crow's smile froze, and his face sank rapidly.

"What the hell have I done to be punished like this?!" she straightened up, suddenly angry, "Do you want me to stay in this place for the rest of my life? Sooner or later I'll be smoked to death by your vulgar flowers!" It was you who told me to 'accept myself as I am,' and so I accepted it—is this what you promised 'everything will be better?!'"

"You didn't. Inglis replied, "You never did." At first you accept that you're human, then you accept that you're born with great magical powers—and that's not all. ”

"You can tell that little dragon to go. The white crow sneered, "I've never been like it, at least I've been a dragon." but trying to live like a human being. ”

"And you're aging, but you're still trying to keep your youthful appearance. Inglis looked at her calmly, "If you don't try to defy the laws of nature like this. Maybe there will be enough strength to get out of here - lo and behold, I gave you the possibility of being free, but you gave it up yourself. ”

The white crow glared at him, his eyes flickering, and there was a moment of struggle in his eyes, but finally he turned around and left, and slammed the door in front of Inglis.

The old mage sighed leisurely at the wooden door.

“...... Abby. This is my home. ”

The door was opened again, and Mulder's melancholy face appeared before him.

The Wood Golem gestured slowly with its slender fingers, and Inglis couldn't help but smile.

"Don't worry. Child. He said, "Don't worry about the little dragon, its heart will remain soft even if it is frozen under the ice, one day." It will find its way. ”

Although before that day came. It may lose a lot.

The old mage looked around the valley he had carefully crafted, allowing himself to immerse himself in a little of distant memories.

He had made a promise that he would make sure it was fulfilled before the end of his life.

By the time the glimmer of light flickered like a flame and everything was back to darkness, Scott was already standing in his room at the Temple of Nesses in Stonebuch.

For a long time he stood blankly and motionless, as if he had lost even the strength to take a step. There is no one else here. Without his permission. No one can get into here...... He no longer needed to support himself, but suddenly he found out. He didn't even know how to show his vulnerability and powerlessness.

But even if he could fall to his knees and cry loudly, what good was it?

The unlocked door was suddenly pushed open, and a white shadow burst in.

Scott was slightly startled, and came back to his senses - he had forgotten that there was another guy here who could come and go in and out of his room at will without his permission.

Xiaobai rubbed around his legs. It grew a lot, its head was above his knees, and its cry was deeper...... It dawned on Scott that it wasn't a "welcome back" cry.

The white leopard scurried out the door, then turned back and let out a low roar in his throat.

Scott followed in confusion, watching it jump into the window of the next room.

- That's Sean's room.

After rescuing Sean from Lydia, he placed him here. Although Brooke had suggested that it might be better to let Sean return to the Water God Temple to recuperate, after seeing the unconscious, emaciated Paladin Leader, he could only admit that seeing such a Sean would be a bigger blow to the Water God's priests.

They did everything they could to keep Sean alive, but he never woke up...... Could it be that the light of his life had been extinguished, just when Scott had just lost another loved one?

In a panic, he didn't bother to open the door, Scott propped it up with one hand and followed Xiaobai directly through the window.

The thick curtains obscured his vision, but he could hear something flying towards him with the sound of the wind.

The unexpected attack made him subconsciously draw his sword to block, but the flying "weapon" had already fallen to the ground before it touched the tip of his sword, making a soft sound.

Scott looked at the candlestick rolling to his feet and slowly opened the curtain with his sword.

Sean stood in front of his bed—in the dim light, at first glance, it barely looked like a human being, pale skin constricted to the skeleton, more like an air-dried corpse...... But his burning eyes were as sharp as ever, as bright as if a flame was burning.

“...... Sean?" Scott whispered in disbelief.

Sean looked at him in silence and didn't respond for a long time. Just as Scott began to suspect that he probably didn't recognize himself at all, he suddenly spoke.

“...... Scott. ”

He called out his name, his voice hoarse and dry, as strange as if it had been squeezed out of a sticky throat, every syllable distinct.

"Sean!" Scott rushed over in surprise, just enough to hold the old man who suddenly lost his balance and fell weakly to the ground.

He was as light as if he had only a dry skeleton left...... Scott was able to hold him with only one hand, and he didn't even dare to push too hard.

The eye sockets began to heat up in an instant. He still remembered that Shaun in the past, although he was getting older, he always maintained his strength and majesty, wearing that heavy armor all the time, his body was tall, and his steps were steady......

He had always refused to believe that such a Sean would easily fall into Lydia's hands.

At this moment, his hatred for the female mage he had once loved was stronger than ever—he should not have had the slightest softheart for her in the first place.

He carefully resettled Sean back into bed.

The light in the old man's eyes dimmed, as if the strength that had supported him to get up just now had dissipated. But when Scott pulled the quilt to his chest, he suddenly grabbed his hand.

The protruding knuckle hand was unusually strong, clasping tightly on Scott's wrist, making Scott involuntarily a little frightened.

"Felicity. The old man's gaze locked on his face, but another name came out of his mouth.

"Felicity. He repeated it with difficulty and clarity, and the following sentence was staccato and incomprehensible: "Prophecy ...... Body...... Real power. ”

Scott listened quietly, not knowing how to respond—had he forgotten? Felicity was gone......

The old man's heavy, rapid breathing gradually subsided, and he fell into a deep sleep again.

Scott pulled out his aching hand and fell into deep thought.

When Brooke Xiuan arrived, Sean showed no signs of waking up again.

"Does he recognize you?" he asked Scott, with uncontrollable joy in his tone.

Skod nodded: "He even tried to attack me with a candlestick when I jumped in through the window, not sure who I was." ”

Brooke let out a long breath, the muscles in his face trembling slightly, and he couldn't speak for a while.

Scott perfectly understood his excitement. If Sean can recover, the burden on him will be lightened a lot...... And all the previous questions can finally be answered, although Scott is very skeptical that Sean will answer how much.

Since he was a child, his mother loved to laugh and say that he was very similar to Sean, but he always disagreed, just in terms of appearance, he was clearly more like his father. But now, he realized that his mother was right, that they were all just as stubborn...... He just didn't have much of a chance to show it before.

"What else did he say?" Brooke asked softly.

That's the question Scott has been waiting for.

"Felicity. He replied, "Felicity, prophecy, body, true power - that's just a few words." But I don't remember Felicity prophesying...... Does she have it?"

Brooke shook his head in confusion: "I only remember what she said......"

"The 'prophecy' itself has no meaning. ”

They said it in unison, glancing at each other.

"If you don't understand, probably no one will. Scott smiled wryly.

“...... Icabold probably knows. Brooke said.

"We can't even be sure if Icabold is still alive. ”

"If Sean can wake up, none of this will be a problem. Brooke's answer was more about anticipation.

Scott was silent, and suddenly wanted to remind the tolerant and calm old man in front of him that at least half of the predicament in front of them was Sean's stubbornness...... and their near-blind trust in him.

But who was he to say such a thing? He was not much different from Sean, and he was no longer a knight of the water god.

"I'll let you know as soon as he wakes up. Scott assured Brooke, "When he's better, I'll send him back to the Water Temple." ”

If he was sober enough to know where he was now, Sean would probably leave immediately without hesitation. And before he left, if he had enough strength, he probably wouldn't hesitate to give Scott a sword - the thought of this made Scott can't help but want to stay away from him.

Of course, he knew that he was much stronger than Sean now, but in front of Sean, he would probably always be just an ignorant teenager.

(To be continued......)