When Nutka finds him, Iss is furious because of his embarrassment, and Ed nervously sneaks out to find Naria or Scott. He felt that if no one stopped them, they would definitely fight.

Isis had heard of Nutka's accusations that he had killed her father.

But who the hell was her father?! He couldn't remember what barbarians he had killed...... Dead don't count.

He wasn't afraid to do it, but it felt a bit ridiculous to face this female barbarian who claimed to have a grudge against him for killing his father.

Nutka seemed preoccupied, but also calm, and didn't seem to want to do anything.

"Mork, you saved my people, I won't kill you, but I must know the truth - did you kill my father?"

"How do I know who your father is?!" Iss asked unceremoniously.

Nutka hesitated for a moment before he seemed to make up his mind.

"Was there once a barbarian...... When you're wounded and dying, catch a seal and feed you?" she asked.

Isis was stunned for a moment, and although he wasn't very happy with the word "hey", he nodded in the most arrogant posture a seven-year-old could show.

So he didn't lie. Nutka muttered to herself, but her expression was a little strange.

“...... You don't think he should have saved a dragon. Iss saw through her almost at a glance, but he was not so angry that even he himself could not understand why the barbarian had saved him.

Nutka did not deny it.

After a long pause, she spoke again: "I tell the shaman of the clan, Put...... My father once saved an ice dragon, and they either accused me of lying, or said that Putt brought all the calamities, that he should not even have crossed the ice sea, that was not allowed, and his soul would be cursed and would never rest in peace. ”

Her voice finally trembled, and Iss could only remain silent. Was it his fault? He didn't call anyone for help......

"But even if he saved you...... You still killed him. Why?!" The female warrior approached Iss in anger.

Isis frowned, "I killed him?"

"Do you want to deny it? Many of my people have seen this. Nutka's expression couldn't tell whether it was anticipation or disappointment, "Or is that not you, but another dragon?"

“...... That's me. Iss was silent for a long time before answering.

Nutka's body jerked, as if this wasn't the answer she was expecting.

Naria rushed in. Nearly hit Nutka's back.

"Is!" she shouted, as she had done before, instinctively standing between Iss and Nutka.

Iss didn't want to explain anything, he was used to being treated like an evil dragon, and it didn't matter if he committed another crime...... But he stared at Naria's back and said involuntarily, "But your father was dead by then. ”

Nutka's eyes were puzzled and terrified: "You mean he has become...... The undead?"

It seemed worse than that—Iss remembered the patchwork body, but he just nodded, not saying anything more.

Nutka lowered his head with a complicated expression. Her long-standing hatred had gone in the wrong direction, and she didn't know how to accept it for a moment.

But there was nothing wrong with that—she watched as Naria's smile was so bright as she was delighted from the bottom of her heart. Sighing, suddenly relieved.

"I will remember everything you did for us, even if not everyone was able to accept it...... I'll continue to keep it a secret. Nutka looked down into the boy's light blue eyes and said seriously.

Isis blinked, not thinking about how to answer. Nutka was ready to leave.

"Wait!" Iss blurted out to her, "your father...... Did he tell you why he wanted to save an ice dragon?"

It was a question that had always been hidden deep in his heart. His relatives and friends knew and became familiar with a human boy at first, and they couldn't let him go, and they didn't want to give up even if he became a dragon. He believed that their love was unpretentious, but there was always uneasiness hidden under trust - even Scott, Iss was sure that his first instinct when he saw an ice dragon he didn't know was to kill it.

And that barbarian. They didn't know each other, and all he saw was a badly wounded ice dragon waiting to die, and it was easier to accept cutting off his horn after he died as proof of slaying the dragon, but the barbarian chose to save him for no reason.

“...... He said he couldn't watch a magical creature like a dragon die silently in front of him. Nutka replied, turning away with a hint of pride.

Iss opened his mouth. Still couldn't speak. Such a reason was so simple and direct that it was impossible to tell whether it was because of awe or sympathy, so he did not know whether to be happy or angry.

"Look, the world isn't too bad for you. Ed, who sneaked back, had a nasty smile on his face called "I told you", and then he suddenly remembered something: "Is that why you chased the necromancer all the way to the Sorrow Forest and killed him, because he turned the man who saved you into an undead?"

“...... No!" Iss angrily denied, "I killed him because he was disrespectful to me—"

The end of the sentence disappeared into Naria's arms.

"I knew you were a good boy!" said Naria, a tone full of pride.

Ed thought that Iss would be jumping out of the way he usually did with the description "good boy". But he didn't. The boy remained motionless in Naria's arms, eerily quiet.

He couldn't see Is's face, and he had no way of knowing that the little face was red like never before.

Ten days or so passed, and Iss still hadn't made much progress, which made him moody and difficult to deal with. Naria finally got rid of his excessively gentle state and began to unceremoniously cross her waist and curse when he was awkward, Tess always watched the battle with great pleasure, and Iss had no choice but to bow his head and admit his mistake and run away - he couldn't really do anything to Naria!

It's always Ed who is unlucky. The young man grinned at this, and even liked to chase and fight with his irascible but lethal friend. But Scott discovers that Ed is not as heartless and carefree as he seems.

He was awakened by Ed one night, the young man haunted by nightmares making a suffocating voice, his upright face contorted with horror, and in his muffled mutter, Scott could only hear one word - "blood".

"He killed a necromancer. Is, who was also awakened by Ed, whispered to him. "Probably the first time he's killed someone...... His face was as white as a dead man. ”

“...... It's time for him to go home. Scott said. Valla's son deserved another life—a quieter, safer life.

The next day, when Scott mentioned this to Ed, the young man was stunned for a moment.

"Home?"

He had found Is. They are still friends. He even found Scott - his first adventure in life was incredibly successful, and Vala was still waiting for him...... There was really no reason why he shouldn't go home soon.

"But......" Eder looked at Isis hesitantly, "he can't transform yet...... though he doesn't seem to be able to help much if he stays here."

"I'll take care of him. Scott smiled and said, "Tell Vala not to keep the castle for me, that's hers." If I have the chance, I will go to see her. ”

"But ......" Ed hesitated, he missed Vala, and he always felt unwilling to go back like this.

"I still need you to do me a favor. Scott had no choice but to use another method: "I heard that the Sage Felicity has returned to the Collins Temple, and I need someone to tell her everything that happened here as soon as possible, or Sean Fletcher." We still can't figure out what Lydia is trying to do. But her purpose is definitely not only for this ice field and the barbarians. You'll have to warn them, and Allen...... Tell Alan I'm sorry and maybe one day I'll go back and explain everything to him, but not yet. ”

Ed nodded: "I know what I can say and what I can't. He seemed to accept the suggestion to "go home."

"But I don't think Narya will go back with me. He said.

"Okay. Naria said calmly.

"I know you want to take Isis back with you. But lo and behold...... Uh, what?" Ed's eyes widened, thinking he had misheard.

"I said, 'Okay'. Naria glared at him, "I did want to take Isis home, but I also know it's not that easy......"

Ed breathed a sigh of relief, "yes, and even when we get home, we can't do anything, remember Tess's idea to print a bunch of books? I think we can try ......."

Tess once said on a whim that it would be better to write everything down. Innumerable copies were printed by the wealth of the Singers, and like the admonitions of the gods or the proverbs of the wise, they were distributed to Rutgar, Anktan, the northern ice fields, and even the free city-states in the southeast, and Norval on the other side of the desert in the west...... Send it to every corner of the continent and turn it into a bedtime storybook for every child. The beautiful little picture books that each woman puts under the needle line, the beautiful little picture books placed on the tea table, the classics inserted on the shelves, and the popular reading materials that everyone will hold in their hands...... If we persist in this way for hundreds of years, we should be able to successfully get rid of people's habit of adding "evil" in front of "dragon".

But Naria ignored him. Just said to himself: "Although I really thought about knocking him out and dragging him home in a bag." ”

Isis shuddered and exclaimed, "What?!"

But Novi said it wouldn't work. Naria sighed, "Even Tess doesn't think that's a good idea." ”

"Of course not!" roared Iss, "how many such ideas are you hiding from me?!"

"It's not too much, and then I kind of understood, at least for now, there's really no way to take you home. Naria said sadly.

Isis almost blurted out "Thank you, gods."

"Don't you really want to go home at all, Is?" Narya couldn't hide her sadness, "I know Eren and I aren't really your relatives......

"Don't say stupid things!" Is's tone was a little rude with exasperation and flustered, "you know I've never thought of it that way. ”

"So you're still willing to call me 'sister'?" Narya's smile was full of anticipation.

Isis held back for a long time, the expression on his face changed, and finally he lowered his head and called "sister".

Naria sighed, stretched out her hands, and hugged him gently, "I know you'll be okay and Scott will take care of you...... You know that someone will always wait for you to come home, right?"

Ise couldn't speak, but suddenly wanted to thank him for everything he had resented.

Even if he could never be a true dragon, even if he would be ostracized by his kind, he would still be feared, even if for a longer time he would only feel more lonely with nostalgia, but at least, he had it-

Family, friends, and love.