Watching Scott's back disappear quickly out the door, Kormit and Copas glanced at each other, neither of them moving.

Kormit felt he should go along—he needed to know about Kelion...... I know what happened to Is. But something indescribable in Copass's eyes seemed to stick his feet to the ground.

He had something to say to him...... Or wanted to do something, but the gray-haired priest remained silent amid a roar of rage that still sounded like thunder.

“...... Don't you have to go and see what's going on?"

Kormit finally couldn't help but ask.

Copas shook his head, sat back in his chair, and leaned back calmly.

"I think you know what it is, too. "In such a situation, even if I were there, it would be of no use to me - Scott would not listen to me at all...... Of course, neither will that dragon. ”

He didn't use honorifics respectfully, but that wasn't much of a complaint.

He glanced at Kormit and said another fact that Kormit couldn't deny in the same calm tone:

"You doubt me. ”

He seemed so calm and calm, no anger, no panic, no cautious temptation......

Kormit opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to answer, so he closed it tightly.

Yes, despite the lack of any actual evidence, he was still suspicious of Copas, though even he himself began to wonder if it was instinct or prejudice.

Perhaps because of his experiences as a young man, he was instinctively wary of anyone he couldn't see...... But that instinct also saved his life more than once.

"How many years have we known each other?" Copas asked him suddenly.

“...... About fifteen years?" replied Kormit.

He ignored their first meeting. It is likely that Kopas did not see him at all...... And he didn't make a good impression of Copas either.

"Did I miss something?" continued Copas.

It's not such a strange question - if it were an indignant question, Kormit would be more receptive, even guilty...... But Copass's tone remained calm without a hint of turbulence. As if assuming that he would not have another answer.

“...... No. That's all Kormit could say.

Copas nodded slightly.

"I can't be wrong. He said.

Kormit raised an eyebrow disapprovingly—anyone can be wrong, not even the gods.

But in that brief moment, he seemed to finally be able to catch a glimpse of some real fragments of "The Perfect Copas Fenton".

His mind was spinning, and he thought that if he could continue the conversation, maybe he might be able to unexpectedly dig up something useful from Copath...... But as he took a step forward, about to say something, the air suddenly became heavy and sticky.

Kormit choked for a breath. In his panic, he instinctively stepped back, realizing that his movements were slow and comical, like a worm trapped in the mud......

There was some kind of force that caught him. Pulling at his entire body, trying to pull him into another world.

He didn't have time to let out any exclamations or roars before he suddenly disappeared.

Copas was the only one left in the room, and the dragon's roar didn't stop at any point.

Copas stared motionlessly at where Kormit had disappeared. The expression on his face did not change in the slightest. It was as if the blacksmith in the ill-fitting priest's robe was still standing there.

"I can't be wrong either. ”

He spat it out in a very soft voice, a strange glint in his eyes.

A cold, watery wind suddenly poured in from the window, slamming a half-open window against the wall, and a faint sound of thunder came from the distant sky.

Copas turned his gaze out the window, frowning slightly.

They had predicted the weather, and there should be no rain for the past few days of the celebration, but at this moment, black clouds were surging rapidly from the direction of Miaz-Weiss...... A thunderstorm is approaching.

"Get out of the way!"

Scott yelled.

The knights who had gathered around the altar dispersed - they had overcome their instinctive fears and held on. It was supposed to be commended, but there was only so much they could do.

Face the "enemy" in front of you. They are completely overwhelmed.

An ice dragon they could guess who it was even if they hadn't seen it had ever seen it was lying on the circular altar, roaring fiercely and furiously, clearly in a bad mood. Its massive body took over the entire altar, the sound of its flapping wings echoing between the walls, and its long, thorny tail flicked around outside the altar, but it looked a little weak.

If it weren't for the uncertainty at the center of fear and panic, the knights might have found this terrible beast unusually embarrassed at the moment, unable to do any damage...... Despite its efforts again and again, its trembling limbs could not even support its body to its feet, and its nearly indestructible claws could not leave any traces on the stone face, and even its angry roar lost its usual power.

However, even if they find out about it, they can't do anything with it. No matter how many doubts they had, the dragon was under the protection of the Sage.

The dragon seemed even angrier at the sight of Scott, its protector, as it craned its neck, its mouth open until every sharp tooth could be seen, and the last roar was so powerful that everyone wanted to turn and flee.

Instead, Scott leaned closer and stood in front of the altar with a grim face.

"You ......"

He stared at it, but for a moment he just gritted his teeth and squeezed out the word, standing there motionless as the ice dragon tried to attack him with its tail.

The pliable longtail slid past him with a useless sound of wind.

A soft thud followed in disbelief - Scott drew his sword.

The dragon stopped all movement at that moment, and lay there as if his breath was frozen, and his golden eyes imprinted the small figure in front of him, almost dazed, as he held his sword high with both hands...... A sword struck the altar.

The sword that used all its strength splashed countless sparks with a loud bang. Even ordinary humans could feel some kind of invisible force at that moment, as if a huge stone had been thrown into the calm water, and the rippling waves of water caused a shiver on everyone's skin.

In the void, there seemed to be another roar, distant and empty, as if from another world...... Another angry dragon.

Or maybe it's just the sudden sound of thunder outside the temple.

The ice dragon looked down at the familiar sword...... It almost slashed its claws.

The sword was the same one it had picked up from the necromancer on the icefield, and it knew it was sharp enough to cut into its scales without hindrance...... But it didn't seem to leave a single scar on the altar's seemingly ordinary granite face.

Scott didn't withdraw his sword, nor did he raise his sword to slash again. The sword body glowed with a slight red light, and in a moment, the silver-gray color that filled the runes and patterns dimmed a little.

He probably didn't need a sword at all...... But it's probably also a vent for him.

The circle was no longer complete, and the power that bound his whole body gradually disappeared, and the ice dragon let out a low roar and staggered to its feet, unable to help but be annoyed by its impulsiveness.

But that doesn't mean it will admit its mistake – especially to the man standing in front of it with a gloomy face.

It glared back with the same anger at its almost identical golden eyes...... It doesn't belong to the human eye, it doesn't belong to the human power, it should have realized what that meant when it was in the ice field.

The pesky old mage in the Valley of Yuanzhi once reproached it for clinging to what it knew, not learning, not creating, and unwilling to move forward...... No, it did worse than that, for so long it had not even looked carefully at the facts that had been written in front of it with blood and fire, and had not thought about it with its heart.

Of course, it's still young...... Even young for a dragon, dragons of this age usually don't bother more than eat and sleep...... But that's not an excuse.

It's not just a dragon.

Scott finally withdrew his sword. His anger clearly did not subside...... But it could see that there was something more hidden beneath the burning fury.

There was fear hidden in his anger.

"Do you have any brains?!" he yelled at it, "I taught you when you were five years old not to mess around with things you don't even know what they are!"

The dragon slowly lowered its head to him, its black pupils shrinking into a thin line.

"Actually, I know what it is. ”

As it spoke, its deep voice was unusually calm: "I'm just not sure if you really know. ”

Yes, it knows...... Even though it foolishly trapped itself on it, it knew better what it was. The truth loomed in the fog, but it still couldn't grasp it.

Scott froze for a moment, his eyes flickering for a moment's panic, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Nope. He whispered to it, "You don't know anything." ”.

(To be continued......)