The snow was falling, but the forest seemed more and more silent.

Isis stood on the bloody land of last night, but the white and crystal snowflakes had covered everything, as if nothing had happened.

He should have gone back, to the cave where there were still people who were forced to wait for him. He left food and firewood behind, but if it dragged on for another day or two, the people in the cave would inevitably starve and freeze.

But before he could go back, he had to be sure of something.

The dwarven undead's armor and battle axe had emblems he recognized, a silver-toothed dwarf. Silvertooth dwarves don't usually run so far from their mines.

Iss doesn't care about dwarves. If it weren't for those guys, he probably wouldn't have had to kill Silverfang...... But the appearance of the dwarven undead reminded him of those he had thrown on top of the snowy mountains and in the Silver Tooth Mine.

Naria ...... He just threw her in the snow, which would definitely make her half angry, but would she give up looking for him and go home obediently?

- Of course not.

Isis knows very well, he just doesn't want to face it, and he doesn't know how to face it.

Why did they come to him? Don't they understand that he was no longer the human boy they knew...... Even if they didn't understand, why on earth would Alan Caver let them out?

He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to think about it.

He had been convinced that they would at least not be in danger. He flew away from the pit to see Ed, and Celebrien, the always mysterious half-elven priest, was standing beside him. With him with him, Ed and Narya should be safe.

But now he's suddenly not so sure.

He began to regret that he hadn't just grabbed Naria and flew them back south to Ekwood Forest...... Where are they now? Are they still being kept in the pit by the dwarves, and if they escape from the mine, will they be in any other danger?

For example, the Necromancer.

Those who entered the Silvertooth Mines with him seemed to have been instigated or threatened by some necromancer. And anything that involves a necromancer is fraught with unpredictable dangers. Now, a dwarven ghost has reappeared at the mouth of the Kuz River, which can't be unrelated, and could Nalya and Ed be caught up in it?

Uneasiness is like ripples on the water, spreading little by little.

He even remembered Lydia. He killed her subordinate, the bald necromancer, and she couldn't have been unaware of this. And Lydia is not a tolerant person. Once upon a time in Chrisses, the old dwarf Kogan used to make fun of her little eye, and Lydia's gaze almost scared him......

Now that she is a necromancer, she has nothing to worry about.

What will she do with him? Will she use Naria and Ed? Will he cause them to chase him into darkness and danger?

Too much uncertainty distracted him.

Celebryan may be great, but he may not be able to deal with Lydia.

Isis knew that he couldn't go home with Naria, no matter how innocent he dreamed...... But I don't want them to get hurt in any way because of him.

- The hell, the soul that should have disappeared but was still gone, belonged to the human soul. It made him so weak...... But there is nothing to be done.

Isis felt that he would be better off catching another necromancer and asking for news, but the last time he tracked him across half a continent made him understand that it wasn't easy at all. He hoped to find some clues with the dwarven undead, but Borena obviously wouldn't let him examine the corpse of the undead.

All he could rely on was his own memories.

Closing his eyes, he saw the dark red blood stains of the night again.

Blood. Blood. Blood. Raised and lowered tomahawks. Broken and deformed back. Trails of towing. Footprints of chaos......

After a few moments, he opened his eyes and walked towards the southeast.

By the time the dilapidated wooden house in the isolated forest came into view, Iss had almost given up.

He could only tell from a quick glance in his memory that the dwarven footprints had come from the southeast. But along the way, he didn't find any traces.

He stared at the cabin for a moment. Necromancers don't usually choose such a conspicuous place as a hiding place, preferring hidden caves, haunted ruins that no one visits, or anything like an otherwise gloomy place.

But it's remote enough. It looked like a wooden house that had been abandoned for a long time was in tatters, almost collapsing, even the door had fallen to the ground, and there was a big hole in the wall on one side......

A big hole that is a little broken.

Isis walked over through the snow, touched the section of the plank that was clearly freshly stubble, and looked into the dimly lit room.

The snowflakes drifted in with the wind, building up a thin layer on the ground, but the mess was still faintly visible. It was as if there was a large group of people in the room who had fought in a lively fight, and almost nothing was still intact.

Iss stepped inside, and found a few other stalls of blood that looked like splattered blood, but took on a strange, rotting plant-like gray-green color, faintly emitting a dull scent he had never smelled before.

This may be where the dwarf really died.

No matter what kind of enemy he faced, the dwarf never flinched a little, and he probably fought a good fight here, but unfortunately, he couldn't get rid of the bad luck of being turned into an undead.

Where is the God he believes in?

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Is's heart, but more of it was uneasiness. Dwarves and elves share the same devout beliefs and stronger wills, and whether they live or die, they are not so easy to control.

And the barbarians...... Barbarians only believe in their ancestors, but their souls are intertwined and equally difficult to manipulate.

But now, everything seems to be quietly changing.

He couldn't find any more clues. When I stepped out of the house, I felt uneasy and worried, but I was at a loss.

As the sky gets darker and night falls again, how many undead will wander in the darkness of this ancient forest?

Not far away, a bird seemed to rise from the treetops, and several clumps of snow fell in a flutter. Iss glanced at it nonchalantly, unable to decide for a moment whether to continue his search or go back to the ice field first.

The snow is still drifting unhurriedly, and every day or two, there will be fewer clues to be found......

He walked north, and after walking a short distance, he suddenly let out a loud roar.

It wasn't a human roar. Fear pierces the hearts of all audible creatures like arrows. There are not many animals in the forest during this season, but there is still a small commotion. Squirrels screamed and flew between the branches, a few birds fluttered their wings and flew away, and......

Someone let out an exclamation and fell off a spruce tree. The forest echoed with the snapping sound of crushed branches, then fell silent again.

Isis tilted his head to look at the dark shadow on the ground, unable to deny that he was a little proud.

The snow was thick, and the guy was probably unharmed, but he was lying there motionless. As Isis walked over, he suddenly jumped up.

A cloud of snow smashed into Is's face, and he reached out and slapped it away, and when the snow dust scattered before his eyes, the cunning little man had once again climbed up the tree with his hands and feet, as agile as a monkey.

Whoever he is, it can't be a dwarf anyway...... Isis had never heard of a dwarf who was so good at climbing trees.

He rushed over and grabbed the fellow's ankle, dragged him down and threw him into the snow again, stepped on it, and retracted his foot when he saw the man struggling desperately in the fur, and felt a trace of shame inexplicably.

He didn't expect it to be such a skinny kid who fell!

The boy looked to be ten years old at most, and he didn't know what was wrong with his dirty little face, and he couldn't see his true face at all, and his hair was like a pile of grass, and only a pair of round black and white eyes, which glared at Isz fiercely in the moonlight.

As soon as Is's let go of his foot, he jumped up like a rabbit and swooped out. He was wrapped in a cloak that was not too long for him, but it was too wide, and the edges were quite elaborately rolled with a circle of gray-white fur......

It was a dwarven cloak.

Isis took a few steps and grabbed the cloak, pulling back the imp who looked more like a beast than a man.

"Don't run!"

He yelled angrily at the writhing child in the harshest and most terrible tone, "Or I'll eat you!"

...... Did he just say "eat"?

Also, why does he always run into small children?!

For a moment he was a little distracted, and the wild child, who was not frightened in the slightest, bit him hard.

Even against barbarians...... No, even against Silver Fang, he hadn't had such a hard time!

Iss glared frustrated at the dead kid in front of him who was staring at him with the same wide eyes and gnawing on his own nails.

He couldn't get the kid to stay still, and he roared in a rage, which finally made him collapse on the snow again.

He guessed his eyes were probably golden again. Because when the child made eye contact with him, the fear in his eyes gradually turned into curiosity, and he even stretched out his little dirty hand and touched it.

He wasn't afraid of his eyes...... The inhuman golden eyes.

He sat still now, but no matter what Iss asked him, he stared at him with round eyes, and never said a word.

"Can't you hear, or can't you speak?" Iss propped his head helplessly.

- Why is he so good at making trouble for himself?

The imp snorted contemptuously and scratched his neck.

Obviously, he can hear and speak.

――Why are human children so annoying?!

Iss roared inwardly.

Then he heard a gurgling sound.

The dead kid on the other side rubbed his belly, but there was no expression on his face. He was probably used to being hungry.

Iss didn't know why such a young child lived alone in the forest, or how he survived, but he barely lived like a human.

But what does this have to do with him? Doesn't he himself live like a dragon at all......