"What's there?" Ed couldn't help but ask softly, "something terrible?"

He desperately kept his eyes open, but he couldn't see anything.

“...... You don't want to know. Isis said.

"Tell me, Is! You're only going to make me scared even more!"

"So you admit you're scared?"

"I'm a person, and I'm not a dragon, so there's nothing to be ashamed of even if I'm afraid!"

“...... Dead person. "Many, many dead people." There was also an imperceptible tension in his voice.

"Dead giant?" Ed asked.

"Barbarians...... The space here can only hold the corpse of a giant at most!" Iss expressed contempt for the ignorance of humans.

Fear and curiosity came together, and the latter eventually prevailed. Ed stepped back, looking for a torch or something, but there didn't seem to be anything in the tent that could be used as a light source other than the magically glowing glass ball hanging from the ceiling.

Is, who followed him back, slapped him on the back, so much so that his heart almost jumped out of his mouth.

"Find what you're looking for, and get out of here. "Do you want to wait until all the dead people outside come over?".

Ed insisted on fixing Is's broken right arm with something. The only thing that worked was the cane, but even with the sword, which could easily penetrate even iron, the wooden cane was not damaged in the slightest.

"Magic staff!" Ed raised his staff in excitement, he thought it was a little suspiciously plain to Tum.

Iss frowned and snatched the cane from his hand, it was a small-looking reddish-brown oak cane, hard and heavy, and the head of the staff was only a naturally formed branch, unpolished, as if he had just taken an oak branch and cut it casually.

"Magic, right?" Ed asked expectantly.

Isis did not answer, and seemed to be lost in thought. He hesitated for a long time. He whispered something in a language that Ed didn't understand.

The staff had not changed at first, and as Iss was about to return it to the ground, there was a sudden snapping sound.

As if suddenly it had come to life, the rough and unformed tip of the staff slowly grew. Each twig twists, stretches upwards, and then tangles together, and when it stops changing, it already looks more like a still flame or a budding flower.

“...... Is that real?" Iss stroked the smoother surface of his cane in surprise and delight, as if he couldn't believe it, "It's really it!"

"What really? What did you just read? What the hell is this? What can it do?" Ed opened his mouth to ask a series of questions, "Is it something that the dwarves lost?"

Is's face sank: "Whether this is something lost by the dwarves or not, it didn't belong to the dwarves in the first place. ”

Ed understood—even if it was something the dwarves had lost. Iss wasn't going to return it to Mock either.

"But it doesn't belong to you......" he muttered, but he didn't dare to say too much.

He had always felt that as a dragon, Iss was still as interested in gold coins, gems and treasures as he had been as a human, and even threw the power stone to him. It's a little strange, but now it doesn't seem that he wasn't interested, he just didn't see what he liked. Ed didn't know whether he should be relieved or worried.

"This cane was made by a spotted leaf dragon and given to an elf, and has nothing to do with dwarves. Ise glared at him, as if he knew what he was thinking. "Isn't it more appropriate in my hands than in the hands of the dwarves?at least I'm still a dragon, and I can use it, and it's just an ordinary oak cane in the hands of the dwarves!"

He suspected that Toom, the old mage, didn't know the value of the cane at all, otherwise he wouldn't have just left it here. No one among the living will know that story...... And neither the elves nor the dragons who once knew it wanted that story to be passed on in any form.

Now it exists only in the dragon's memory.

That was a mistake. A mistake that should never be made again. It's the same for elves and dragons.

"One-stop...... Made a cane for the elves?" Ed's eyes widened, it sounded strange, Norway had never said that the elves had ever been friends with any dragons.

"I don't have time to tell you any stories, anyway, I want this!" Iss, ignoring his friend's curious look. It wasn't a good story - especially for him.

Ed scratched his chin. Didn't dare to object. A mature, steady, and reasonable dwarf is obviously easier to convince than a troublesome and bad-tempered dragon.

"Okay...... If we could get Mork out, maybe the dwarves wouldn't care too much about a cane. He comforted himself.

"Wait, you just asked, 'Is it something lost by the dwarves?'......" Iss reacted suddenly, "That is, you have no idea what he lost?"

Ed wandered his gaze again, looking left and right.

“...... Hell, you really don't know!" Iss roared, then clutched his chest—his healing ribs protesting.

He did suspect this, but he didn't expect Ed to be so stupid...... But on second thought, he'll know what it is if he finds it, and Ed really doesn't have any reason to hide it.

"Don't be angry! Don't be angry!" Ed said in a panic, "I know that the necromancer stole an important magical item from the dwarves from the Silver Fang Mine, and I guess it's here, so Mork won't leave...... But I really don't know what it is. ”

“...... Looks like your dwarven friends don't believe you much. ”

"Oh, that's the dwarves, they are born to hide their treasures and not tell anyone, like the mother rock hides its gems deep in them—like dragons like to lie on piles of gold coins, that's nature! You can't blame him for that. Ed defended Mock.

"I don't even have a gold coin!" said Is, exasperated, "and in my nature, I should swallow the dwarf in one gulp, and he can't blame me for it!"

"But you're a miracle dragon!" Ed tried desperately to reassure him, "You're not going to deal with a rock-headed dwarf, are you?"

The miracle dragon glared at him.

"Anyway," Ed said, rubbing his hands together without changing his face, "that's a dwarven treasure, maybe we should look for something that looks like it was made by the dwarves?"

Is's eyebrows were twisted, "Do you know what a magic item is?"

Ed lifted the sword in his hand and pointed to the oak staff in Is's hand, "Isn't it something like this?"

Isz kicked the golem with a different head: "This is fine, but not all magic items emit light or change shape due to a spell...... The two chairs that teleport to each other, if you weren't lucky enough to trigger it, would you have seen that it had magical powers? Many of the most powerful magical items are inconspicuous, it could be a feather, a broken hammer...... If we didn't know what it was, we wouldn't have been able to find it at all!"

"You can't ...... Do you feel the magic? I hear dragons can do this......" Ed whispered.

"Not yet. Isis reluctantly admitted, "I'm still too ...... Young and not strong enough. ”

Dragons are powerful magical creatures, but their power takes years to build up, and they need to learn from the knowledge passed down from their ancestors, and Iss has neither, and he has lived by instinct so far. He had spent too long immersed in anger and self-pity, only to let things that had already been inherited and mastered by him be clouded in the dust.

And now, he only realized it at the unintentional reminder of a human.

"But you recognized the cane just now!" said Ed.

"That's a coincidence. Magical items made by dragons are quite rare, and almost all dragons have heard the story......" Iss looked down at the staff with a complicated expression.

"Are there any other magical items in your memory that your ancestors have seen or heard of?" Ed curiously didn't ask the story again.

Isis frowned and thought for a while before he spoke: "What can make the heir to the throne of Xia Lin Hall not want to get it back without even taking his life should be a simple treasure...... There aren't many truly powerful magic items, and I can probably recognize a few...... It will take a little time. ”

"Charin Hall's heir to the throne?" Ed repeated blankly.

“...... So you don't know that Mork Copperflame is the grandson of Kogan Copperfire?" Ise shook his head, not bothering to say anything more.

Ed only knew that Mock was a very important figure among the Silver Fang Dwarves, but he never thought of it - the dwarves who would be proud of their lineage usually introduced themselves with the name of their father or even grandfather, but Mock would simply say "I am Mock Brassray." Norway said that usually meant that the dwarves were reluctant to mention their ancestors for some reason, so he never asked.

"We didn't become friends because he was a dwarf prince, but because he was a good dwarf!" Ed argued, but then couldn't help but exclaim in a smug tone, "I have a friend who is a dragon, a friend who is an elf, and a friend who will become a dwarven king in the future!"

"Or a dwarf who died before he could become a king. Isis reminded coldly.

“...... I'll see if I can find any diaries or something!" Ed immediately took action, rummaging around and nagging, "Hopefully Toom won't come back so soon, no one seems to be here except him." But...... Where the hell did he go?"