Lydia's spells are notoriously ornate—gorgeous, but not flashy, something that a female mage is quite proud of.

But when facing Scott, she chose the most direct way, the simplest spell, and in the shortest time, she mercilessly poured all forms of damage on the opponent's head.

As fast as she could, it was her only chance.

It was enough to deal with an opponent who was not controlled by any mind, had an irritating magical resistance, could endure pain, and could quickly heal herself, and the red gem in her palm made her even more upset.

At least she wasn't lying - she really hadn't fully mastered the magical gem she had created.

It barely lived up to her expectations. Like the gems set in the dome of the Temple of Nethers in the Plains of Sidney, it is capable of absorbing many powers. Life, magic, soul...... But it can't be used by her.

She didn't know what had gone wrong. That "Your Majesty" might be able to help...... No, she wouldn't risk letting him out until she was sure of something, or figuring out how the old man had imprisoned him.

The missile dragged a bright arc of light like fireworks. Scott was finally forced to use fire as a shield to negate some of the damage - he had been avoiding spells, and Lydia knew exactly why.

She had done everything she could to lure him into casting spells...... But right now, she doesn't want to face an out-of-control Scott.

"Can't you just listen to me?!"

After summoning an air elemental warrior who was enough to haunt him for a while, she exasperated and cried out, "If I'm dead." No one can save Fili Zeri!"

When the words came out, she finally realized that he wouldn't kill her. She's just ...... I was a little uneasy because of the first two encounters.

"It's not just for Fili. ”

Scott replied in a deep voice. He was a little out of breath...... But it's far from the time when we can't support it.

“...... So it's for Sean?" Lydia scoffed, "Anyway, isn't he awake?" Do you know how much he's hiding from you?"

"It doesn't matter. ”

"Oh, that's important -- you think he really doesn't know where you died, or at whose hands? almost ten years...... Neither he, nor the Sage you once revered as a god, had the slightest intention of avenging you!"

The sword paused slightly, and then fell the wind elemental, which had begun to wail like a howling cold wind.

"It doesn't matter!"

- But you did.

Lydia sneered. "Trust" is like a precious gemstone, no matter how hard and pure. As long as there is a slight crack, it can be easily shattered.

In the blink of an eye, the summoned elemental has been sent back to its own world. Scott rushed in front of her like the wind. When the magic sword slashed her head, Lydia forced herself to hang her hands and not move.

The sword rested on her forehead. Through the almost exhausted protection, the chill emanating from the blade caused a shiver to stir up a layer of shiver on the skin.

"If you want to kill me. Then kill it...... Although you are also well aware. That won't solve anything. She looked Scott in the eye—the familiar light blue eyes that hadn't turned golden—"Believe it or not...... We have the same enemy. You need me, Scott...... Like I need you. ”

The sword hung motionless above her head, and Scott's expression didn't change in the slightest.

- He had been willing to go to the trouble for one of her jokes.

The female mage extinguished the untimely and meaningless melancholy in her heart.

"Look at this place. She lifted her chin toward the empty sarcophagus, "Why do you think it exists? The one you believed in two hundred years ago gave birth to this dynasty, but two hundred years, from Casagrande I to Doulon Bofford." Did he get what he wanted? His towers were distorted, his name was forgotten. His altar was deserted...... Why did he give up the heart of a kingdom and turn his gaze to the cold, remote boreal forest?"

She carefully read the confusion and hesitation that flashed in Scott's eyes, carefully controlling her direction.

"There's another force that's secretly manipulating all this. She told him, "It's been going on since a long time ago." Sean knew, and Felicity knew...... I know you won't believe me. You won't even trust Sean that much anymore, but at least one person won't lie to you - ask Ed Singal, Scott, ask your dear nephew, another unfortunate guy who has been tricked by the gods...... He will give you proof. ”

She smiled and slowly raised her hand so that Scott could see the gem in her palm without feeling threatened: "He might be able to tell you what the mark on Filly's neck means." ”.

When Nalya found Ed, he was crouching under the rose trellis in the backyard, his hands clenched in his sleeves and curled up in his arms, staring blankly at the sky, his mouth still slightly open, like a bad old man who was already a little demented in the rare sunlight in the winter, and he almost dragged a snot down his nose that had never been wiped.

She looked up at the blue sky in late spring, confused.

Except for a few clouds that wandered unaware of the world's sufferings and cared for nothing, there was nothing in the heavens—and there was no Is.

Ah, Is...... She misses that heartless bastard, but she's determined never to go to him again, because, obviously, they don't mean that much to him. A raven had brought them his letter a few days earlier, with only a simple and scribbled sentence: "I am in the Valley of Enshi. ”

...... And then, why are you there? When are you coming back? Are you coming back? What the hell is going on?......

Didn't say.

He didn't even have to write those words, and they could guess where it came from just by looking at the crow. It would even answer Naria's hesitant question after it had eaten and drunk - "Is he okay?"

"Alright, alright. It rattled in reply, for a mouth seemed to be laughing, and it was smiling so slyly that it always sounded unbelievable.

It stayed, flying around the castle every day, marking its territory with bird droppings, and taking pleasure in teasing Mochi when it had nothing to do. Tess vows to pluck its hair, but the elves are grateful and respectful to both it and its owner.

"They saved me. "And I think it would be more than willing to pass on some news for us...... If you are plucked, it is not necessarily. ”

This sentence didn't stop Tess completely. But after discovering that Xiao Mo, who had become a ball under her pampering, gradually regained her former agility due to forced movements, she didn't seem to be so persistent.

It took a few days for Naria to write a reply...... To this day, it has not been written.

She didn't want to come across as too worried, or too enthusiastic. After all, the guy didn't say goodbye again, and he didn't even give her a reason. Last night she wrote the same simple "Got it." ”...... When she woke up, she tore the letter to shreds in frustration—her self-righteous tone looked like a gambling little girl the next night.

She was stunned for a long time before gently kicking Ed, who had been in a daze: "What are you doing?"

“...... Don't do it. ”

Ed came back to his senses and let out a long sigh, "I just want to sober up...... But in my head, it's like a whole nest of chicks, twittering and stepping on each other, even if they don't want to go out. ”

Naria couldn't help but laugh and dragged him up, "Maybe a delicious lunch will calm them down for a while?"

Ed smiled at her, but forcefully.

After coming back for so long, he finally began to get used to tidying himself up and looking like a person, but his face was still not very good-looking. There were so many things bothering him...... And Naria didn't know how else to help him.

“...... Maybe you can write a letter and ask the old mage in the Valley of Yuanzhi?"

A thought flashed through her mind, and she blurted out, "If Iss is there...... He can't ignore you. ”

"But......" Ed hesitated.

Nalya soon understood. She knew why he was so hesitant - he still believed in them, and it was good...... But he no longer naively trusts almost everyone as naively as he used to. He was even suspicious of Scott, and still hadn't told him anything, let alone a mage like Ingliss Neff, who was hard to judge by simple good or evil.

She didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing...... It's just that there's always a little bit of confusion.

A dark shadow flashed out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly a small thing fell in mid-air and crashed into the top of Ed's head. She instinctively wanted to draw her sword and slash at it, but her hand reached to her waist only to realize that she didn't have a sword with her...... And Ed had already subconsciously reached out to catch the thing.

"Oh......" he cried out in a low voice, looking at the green-breasted bird in his palm in surprise.

It was a beautiful little one, no bigger than half the palm of his hand, with clear white lines around his eyes, blue-green feathers slightly glowing, but a little messy, and his chest heaved sharply, as if he was exhausted.

It tilted its head and looked at Ed with its round dark eyes for a moment, then suddenly opened its mouth and emitted a series of clear notes that swirled in their ears for a long time.

"Uh...... It's singing?" said Naria, confused.

She didn't know the bird, but she could hear the overly tactful tune, which really didn't look like the usual bird call.

"Ga ......"

A hoarse cry came from the trellis, and Naria looked up to see the crow from the Valley of Ambizhi looking down at its kind, and there seemed to be a slight contempt in its eyes...... or contempt.

Then it stretched its wings lazily and opened its mouth and cried, "Letter, letter, quack!" (To be continued. )