Iss sat silently on the side. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoHis body was not afraid of the cold, but his soul was as cold and fragile as if it were frozen. Every word Alan spat out was as heavy as a hammer, striking cracks that made him feel painful.

The anger and fear that had been pressed in my heart surged out again. He could hear the incessant roar and accusations, as clear as the moment the truth was discovered at the Stormy Fortress...... But he betrayed them, and he betrayed his oath. He gave up his revenge, he allowed the bones of his mother and his people to be desecrated by humans, he turned away, turned a blind eye, turned a deaf ear, for a human he knew was on the end of his life.

He couldn't save Scott - he realized clearly and desperately. The best outcome would be to rest his battered, bound soul.

For a moment, he couldn't help but feel resentful. Maybe it would have been better for Scott to have died a whole ten years ago...... He would rather his long wait be a null than a nightmare, and the end would have been no different.

He's going to lose him eventually.

Then he remembered the fragmentary but unforgettable images. He remembered that he had struggled between two very different souls, disgusted that he didn't know what he was, until Scott told him plainly that he had known that he was a dragon but still wanted to treat him as his own relative...... It was only in that moment that he was finally whole, he remembered that he had taken Scott as a dragon over the vast ice fields, secretly proud that he could see landscapes invisible to humans, and he remembered that they sat outside the wind-howling cave, gazing together at the bonfires lit by the savages in the darkness, telling him legends that had been forgotten thousands of years ago...... There are only a handful of beautiful fragments, ethereal and intriguing as starlight, but they have existed after all.

It's not just a nightmare.

“...... Looks like you already know what's going on. Allen said.

Ed opened his mouth, and involuntarily glanced at Ise first.

Isis nodded lightly at him. There is nothing to hide, and what Scott did may be unforgivable, but it is so that he does not become the one to be sacrificed...... So maybe it's all his fault. As a dragon, why is he still so useless and needs human protection?

“...... I know it sounds unbelievable...... But I'm sure Scott wouldn't have done it if he had another choice. Ed, after explaining as briefly as possible, couldn't help but defend Scott, "Only by bringing Nether into this world can we get rid of it once and for all, and even Felicity has never denied it." ”

"Are you sure you have the ability?" Alan shook his head, "As you say, it's not just a 'dragon that's been dead for thousands of years'...... It was a guy who could already be called a god. ”

"We have ......a weapon," Ed hesitated for a moment—it was a weapon that could not be used," and Ankeland was trying to weaken it. ”

"Ankeland. Eren frowned, "Do you want to put your hopes in that culprit? Who knows if his purpose is to replace Nesses as another 'one god'? Even if you can get away with defeating Nesses, you definitely don't have enough strength to deal with Ankland." ”

"No one would be stupid enough to really believe him. "But what else can I do?...... We can't deal with two enemies at the same time. ”

What else could be done?

Iss asked himself silently.

In the midst of confusion and despair, an almost crazy thought suddenly came to him, and he clung to it.

Before the dawn came, a faint, gray mist floated over Xi'an Lake, which looked lifeless and gloomy.

The ice dragon landed almost silently on the edge of the lake, and the small temple not far away was silent, vaguely deserted.

It wasn't until this moment that the ice dragon realized that perhaps the old hidden dragon who had unexpectedly turned into a priest had chosen this place for more than just "hiding", after all, ...... Sean is here.

The worm that Ed didn't have time to retrieve allowed it to determine Sean's whereabouts. The Paladin Leader, who hadn't heard from him for a while, didn't care what he was doing in this small remote temple.

The door of the temple was not closed. In the faint moonlight, it could clearly see its own shadow on the ground, transforming from a dragon to a human...... He stood there for a while with mixed emotions before stepping into the door, step by step into the depths of the temple.

The last time he was here, he had traveled almost everywhere - the temple was pitifully small. However, when he walked more carefully around every corner, he did not find any hidden secret rooms.

“...... Shaun!" he exclaimed in his agitation, "Shaun, Fletcher...... I know you're here!"

The deathly silence was shattered, and faint fluctuations surged through the air.

Isis stopped, and the figure that suddenly appeared in the darkness was not the person he expected.

Ikabard Beria, the long-missing middle-aged priest, stood calmly in front of him, his gaze drifting behind him.

“...... It's just me. Iss spoke stiffly, his fingers subconsciously open, still with a hint of the urge to tear at the other man's body, "Ed didn't come—he won't come." ”

The priest glanced at him, his ordinary-looking face still indifferent.

"I want to see Sean. Is's tone was tough, but he didn't know how he would cope if he was rejected...... Although he didn't want to admit it, he probably wouldn't be able to beat the person in front of him at all.

The priest nodded faintly, and casually carved a door in the air.

The space on the other side of the door resembles a huge tomb...... At least it feels. The huge dome covered the empty ground, and in the center of the ground was a small pool, like an ancient water mirror on the island of the Holy Sepulchre. The surrounding light was soft and lifeless, the cold breath irritated the skin, and the breath was thick with water, like the fog of Collins.

However, the line of sight is clear. Sean Fletcher stood as straight as a statue, his face full of wrinkles, the corners of his mouth as resolute as ever, but his eyes were a little hollow.

He looked much older. Isse thought he probably knew Felicity would never return, in any form...... He could understand his sadness and despair, but sympathy was only a flash in his heart.

He didn't have time for those useless emotions. Some things are irreparable, and some things may still be desperate.

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