In the blink of an eye, Ed was completely encased in a cocoon.

A giant light cocoon. Because it flies too fast, the scythe of light spirals like glowing filaments, seemingly fragile, but indestructible.

Fenway instinctively swung his knife, as if trying to peel Ed out of his cocoon. But his dagger had barely touched the cocoon before it was easily shattered—a metal that had been tempered thousands of times, even melted into a small amount of Mithril, and collapsed like weathered rock at the touch of a thousand flying insects.

The Shadow Dancer's hands were cut with blood, and he could barely hold the dagger, but he still refused to retreat. Curell passed by him, and couldn't help but reach out and pull him - no matter how sharp the knife was, no matter how fast it was, it was obviously useless to distinguish these strange flying insects...... The shadow dancer, who had always been quiet and obedient, was suddenly so stubborn for some reason.

"You ......," he began, and before he could spit out a word, Fenway's icy gaze froze.

He'd heard that Shadow Dancers were good at controlling their emotions - Shadow Dancers shouldn't have any emotions, but the killing intent in Fenway's eyes was fleeting, but it was so strong that a cold sweat broke out in his vest.

When he came back to his senses, Finway had reined in all his sharpness, lowered his eyes, and retreated. And he reacted quickly, the killing intent was not coming at him.

The Shadow Dancer glanced at Sacess.

At the edge of the circle, the ghost that has regained its elven form remains half-hidden and half-visible...... But it seems to be more difficult to see.

It wasn't that Correll didn't hear the whisper.

Blood...... While Ed's blood seemed useful, he wasn't without his misgivings about this disturbing approach, but not as candid and impulsive as Fenway—was the ghost's purpose really that simple?

“...... Trust him. Corell could only whisper to Finway.

The Shadow Dancer glanced at him quickly, a glint in his eyes—he understood.

Ed didn't really have time to explain much, he just hurriedly told them that this half-dragon, half-elf fellow, just like his incredible half-blood, had two souls.

Ed believed he had summoned the kinder one...... and "that one" had indeed transformed from an angry and furious dragon back into a gentle elf, with a soft, even god-like smile, sighing and thanking, and then easily opening the door for them.

But that's about it.

Philee was the first to do it—his spell was already sounding. Without the scythe of light in his way, the Elder who was a chanter did not hesitate to choose his opponent...... He didn't give the other elder a chance to say a word.

After a beam of lightning that slashed its head and face, a giant beast with a single horn leaped out of Ferry's staff, its translucent body with a faint green light, roared angrily, and slammed into Helenor.

The Silver Leaf Elf, who hasn't shot for many years, is not elegant in its attack, but has an unexpected strength.

Helenor sneered and raised her hand, and the sudden spread of defense showed a circle of silver-white ripples when it was hit by a single horn. She didn't have a staff, but when the long sleeves slid down, her white arms were covered with pale blue runes, sinuous and intertwined like flowers and trees, and the trance was still growing, beautiful but also weird.

The battle of the casters was already earth-shattering in the blink of an eye. In the midst of the chaos, Sacksis was completely out of the fight. He didn't care to let the invisible arrows from Parnasas pass through his body, and he didn't seem to notice the gaze of Correll or Finway, but just looked up at the jewel-encrusted starry sky—the "stars" twinkling wildly, ...... brighter It was as if it was about to fall.

The power of magic surged outside the circle, but it was also stopped outside the circle. In the circle, Payne Silver Leaf was shaky, with a slight joy on his face, but more helplessness.

He stood there, staggering half a step back even as Parnasas threw away his longbow and swung his sword at his neck—it was probably all his strength to stay on his feet.

Panasses' unstoppable sword failed to hit completely. Fenway's short knife hit the tip of the blade accurately, and thanks to the skillful force, the blade eventually grazed Payne's shoulder and tilted to the side, leaving only a shallow wound.

Panasses turned to glare at them gloomily, a muscle on the left side of his face twitching uncontrollably, distorting the otherwise handsome face.

“...... You brought it upon yourselves. He said.

Currell sneered, and pounced on Parnasas as light as a bird. Fenway swept silently to the other side like a shadow, looking for any possible opportunity.

At least for now, they can only do what they can.

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Ed had to close his eyes for a moment...... Otherwise, he suspected that he would be blind.

However, even through his eyelids, he was dizzy, and even felt that those shiny little bugs had burrowed into his head...... The humming sound of flapping wings reminded him of the fear when he was a child, when he poked a honeycomb in the garden, was chased by a swarm of angry bees, and cried with his head in his arms but had nowhere to escape.

The not-so-good memories strangely calmed him down - he wasn't a dead kid of six anymore.

He tried to open his eyes slowly, and the blinding light didn't seem entirely unbearable. He subconsciously looked down at his still bleeding palm, but he was horrified to find that those rapidly flying points of light had penetrated his flesh and blood.

For a moment, his heart stopped beating...... Then he finally realized that the only pain still came from the palm of his hand that had been cut by himself.

The Scythe of Light did pass through his palm, but it seemed to pass through only an illusion and did no damage.

He carefully moved his fingers to make sure he was still flesh and blood—alive flesh and blood, painful and bleeding. It's just that those flying insects with wings as tough as Mithril seem to be able to merge with him.

It feels like ...... Not so wonderful.

His hair stood on end, and he almost wanted to cry, but he also knew that he couldn't really stay here as a flower all the time. When he endured the feeling of numbness and waved his hand indiscriminately, he drove away the "bees" in front of him, and could barely see the situation outside, and he was not surprised to find that the surroundings had become a piece.

Only Sachses is leisurely in another world.

He floated in mid-air, calmly watching everything. When he turned back and smiled at Ed, Ed suddenly panicked.

The smile was still gentle...... Even as holy as possible, he realizes that he may well have made a terrible mistake - why should he think that another Saxes must be good?

No one had ever told him that...... Not even Rey.

He clenched his fists and slowly released them. As the power of magic flowed through his fingertips, the scythe of light danced wildly. They don't hurt him - they even protect him, but they make it difficult for him to cast spells.

He looked at the dots of light swirling between his fingers, took a deep breath, and rushed straight into the circle.

If he guesses correctly...... At this moment, he is the deadliest weapon.