It started to rain in the second half of the night. Ed lay on the bed, his eyes wide open, looking at the stars twinkling on the ceiling.

He was rarely able to sleep at night. His mind was full of drowsiness, his dreams were forever shrouded in ghostly longing, and countless broken images swirled and intertwined, entangled into one knot after another that could not be untied.

However, at this moment, looking at the unreal starlight in the sound of the rain, the tinnitus that had bothered him for a long time unconsciously quieted down, and his mind was clear—but it was also empty.

He needs this blank.

The little silver ball lay on his stomach, between his hands, rising and falling with his breathing, slowly turning between his casual fiddling.

A very light sound sounded, and the gentle singing voice in the silver ball came out again:

"The eternal fireworks of the summer night are your first song ......"

That's the Old Elf language. A language that Ed was not familiar with was now as familiar to him as a lingua franca. This time, there was no impatient Isis to interrupt, he simply lay lazily and listened to the whole "useless" song.

Clear as crystal, yet ethereal as a dream, the voice couldn't even tell whether it was a man or a woman, it was not a complicated tune, and every turn was unusually soft, as continuous as water, as far and near as starlight.

Ed jerked off the bed.

He'd heard the song...... Or one of them, the familiar tune was hidden in a corner of his memory, but he couldn't find it for a while.

Song of the Night of the Summer Flame...... and the mark of the Sunstrider.

He tapped his forehead, and finally remembered that a few months ago, in Kriesburg, he had heard a bird fall from mid-air into the palm of his hand, and with its crisp chirp, it sang the same tune.

It was Viorita's "letter", delivered to the rhythm of the tune...... What does Norvi say?

- "She won't tell anyone about this way of transmitting. This is...... It's kind of a secret between us. ”

Running his fingers over the shallow mark at the bottom of the silver orb, Ed realized that this way of delivering messages was most likely the creation of their father, the clever elven craftsman who was good at tricks.

So...... Could there be any other secret hidden in this song? Is this a message from Norvi's father more than 300 years ago, or is it something that the Silver Leaf King is trying to tell him?......

A barrage of questions shattered Ed's brief silence. He jumped out of bed, and spun around with the silver ball in his arms, wishing he could go to Viorita right now to listen and ask what was going on, but it was still raining in the middle of the night, so should he run and knock on the door of the Starry Night Hotel, or should he use his magic to get into Violetta's room quietly?......

Seem...... None of them are good.

He couldn't make up his mind for a long time, and was about to ask Fenway first, when he heard a soft "click" by the window, and a dark figure jumped in through the half-open window.

Isis returned, with a head full of water droplets and the cold of an autumn night, and his face was rather ugly.

“...... Is it gone?" Ed guessed uneasily.

"No, it's still there. Isis wiped the water from his face irritably, "It's also complete...... No one has touched it. ”

He took advantage of the night to fly to the Fog Hidden Swamp to see if Ye Ying, the corpse of the old spotted leaf dragon was still in place.

He couldn't hide the corpse in the world created by his former "friend" as he had promised, even though the cane was already in his possession - as Sacsis said, he knew a little bit about how to use it, but he didn't know how to open the door to that world.

He could only bury Ye Ying in the deep mud temporarily, although he felt that the pile of bones and rotten flesh that had lost their strength due to too old would probably not be of interest, but he couldn't help but take another look, and try to find its treasure by the way.

A dragon that has lived for thousands of years has definitely a lot of things to collect. They are not short of money, but if they can find any useful magical items or records, the more the merrier.

"So...... You didn't find his treasure?" Ed looked at Is's empty hands and continued to guess.

"Found it. Is's face was still ugly, "You know what......?

Although it likes to hide its form, the spotted leaf dragon, like a free green leaf, lives in the dense forest, under the sun, instead of curling up in the rancid underground.

However, he could not continue. After all, his mother could only hide under the ice lake - in order to survive, the dragon soaring in the sky had to choose to hide in the dark underground, surviving.

Anger roared from the depths of his soul. Iss gritted his teeth and stood by the window, not realizing that his expression was gradually distorted by anger, and the wooden lattice was cracking in his hands.

It's dark. A blanket slashed his head and covered his face, enveloping his entire body in it.

For a moment he instinctively wanted to roar and swing his claws to tear apart everything in sight, only to wake up when Ed's voice reached his ears.

"You dry your hair first and let Naria know that she's going to be rambling for a long time...... Alas, I can't hide anything from her now, and tomorrow morning she will know that you ran out in the middle of the night again, and then even scold me ......"

Babbling, like a little old man.

“...... Shut up!"

Isis angrily ripped off the blanket, and the anger that had not been vented sank silently...... But he knew it wasn't gone.

It piled up, brewed, and one day, perhaps, erupted like a volcano that he could no longer control.

"Someone has already been in there. He said, his deliberately suppressed voice was too flat, "I didn't find anything useful." ”

"Sacess?" Edchai.

"Spirits don't leave footprints. Iss replied, "That's supposed to be an elf...... But the entrance is well sealed, and the entrant should have used a spell. ”

"That'...... Ankeland?"

“...... I don't think he's stupid enough to leave any traces. ”

"Maybe he doesn't care about being discovered," said Ed, "and no one can do anything about him anyway." ”

It's quite possible.

"Leave this alone. Iss irritably ripped away the wet hair that was sticking to his forehead, "Or you can tell your Elven King to find something to do for those bored elders." ”

Ed nodded, and eagerly sent the silver ball in his hand to his friend: "Also, I found a secret ......"

His heartbeat was as steady as usual, but the cold sweat behind him still reminded him of the fear of that moment. He knew that his friend was a dragon, and he thought he could take everything about him. Can...... Perhaps, it is just self-deception.

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