"Wait...... I said wait!"

Ed shouted, ignoring the strong wind and wings that could fly him at any moment, and rushed over to hug the ice dragon's huge claws that had left the ground, and was furious.

"That's why I don't dare tell you!" he screamed angrily as he flapped and climbed up, "Do you think they haven't thought about how to deal with a dragon?!"

He didn't care if it would hurt his friend's overly strong self-esteem - he seemed to think that Iss was much calmer than before.

It's so naïve!

"You don't even know where that fortress is!" he struggled to climb onto the ice dragon's claws, wrapping his limbs firmly around its hind legs like the first "dragon ride" to keep it from falling.

"Of course I do!" the ice dragon roared, "it's Stormy Fortress!"

"But they're not necessarily still there!" Ed roared back, "and do you think the people there are blind?

The ice dragon was silent for a moment, then suddenly flicked its tail and spun in a circle in mid-air at a rapid pace, flying in another direction.

“...... Are you going to fly back to Stonebutch and ask Scott directly?" Ed asked helplessly.

“...... Can't you?!" replied the ice dragon angrily.

Of course - if he would have answered. Ed sighed, "IMHO." From what I've observed, if he doesn't want to say it, you don't have anything to do with it...... Even Alan didn't have a clue. That's why you learned not to ask, didn't you? What do you think will be different this time? Not to mention that we don't have any evidence other than Cesyana's 'story'. ”

The ice dragon fell silent again.

Ed shifted his position, his chest cuffed together, and no amount of cold wind could blow it away—he shouldn't have said it so bluntly, it would have stabbed Is...... He was a little sad, but making his friends as sad as he was didn't help it, it just made him sadder.

"I'm sorry......" he muttered quietly. I don't know if I want my friends to hear it, or if I can't hear it at all.

"I told him, 'If you don't say anything. Don't blame me for finding the answers. ”

The ice dragon spoke suddenly, sullenly.

“...... So you're arguing again?" asked Ed, "so you're flying north?"

In fact, from the sudden sentence "You shouldn't doubt Scott like that" he should have known...... He was no less suspicious than he was to be so sensitive and irritable.

The ice dragon let out a breath from its nose in displeasure, which was considered an answer.

“...... At all costs. I'm sure there are some things he really doesn't know. Ed patted it on the back legs. Clumsily comforted, "He may be hiding some secrets, but he's not the one who can do anything...... We'll find out, Is, but we really, really need a plan. ”

“...... All right. The ice dragon reluctantly agreed, "But honestly, Ed, in my memory...... Plans are often of little use. ”

It rolls with a tail. Magnanimously let Ed sit on its back.

Ed thought silently for a long time in the cold wind, and finally had to admit it in frustration. Most of his plans are easily torn apart by unexpected changes.

"It's always good to have a plan. Rosa said with a smile.

She leaned against the window, she had changed her long skirt and returned to the crisp and neat female warrior in leather armor, her light brown hair that hung down to her shoulders made her look more gentle, but there was still a hidden edge in her eyes.

"So you saw the woman?" she asked, as if nonchalantly.

Ed was stunned for a moment, then remembered the festival between Rosa and the white crow.

“...... She's locked up, and she's never going to leave that place for the rest of her life!" Ed swore assurance, "Your revenge has been avenged, really!"

Rosa looked at him and laughed softly, "I didn't plan to get revenge or anything......"

She paused, tilted her head, sighed and admitted, "Well, I guess I still care a little bit. Being controlled like a puppet is not a pleasant experience. ”

Isis uncomfortably changed positions - it wasn't a pleasant experience for Narya, especially since she actually pierced Scott's body with a sword. If Scott dies because of this sword...... He couldn't imagine what would happen.

He had gone to see Alan and Naria before leaving Stonebutch, and they seemed to be in good spirits, just a little depressed...... He should have stayed with her for a few more days instead of just going back.

"What about the elf?" he digressed a little.

There was no shadow of Sethyana in the room.

"I told him to go back to Llewellyn and tell Master Croeffler, and then he came in through the gate in a proper manner. Rosa smiled wryly, "I think the Countess would not have been very happy to know that a fellow could slip into the castle without a word, avoiding all her guards." If you need him to show you the way, I'm afraid you'll have to wait a day. ”

Ed glanced at Is, who shook his head slightly.

They didn't need elves to lead them - although Sesyana, who moved as fast as wind and shadow, would probably be able to help if they wanted to sneak into another fortress silently, Iss clearly didn't want more people to get involved.

"If you want to figure it out on your own, don't worry about it. Rosa immediately understood, "Sergio is safe here, and His Majesty should have received the news." I will explain everything to him. ”

Ed was silent for a moment.

He trusted Borena to calmly make the right decisions, but he always felt that he had not done what he had to do and had given up halfway through...... He also promised Céline that he would get Behring back.

But now, his friends needed him—even though he hadn't come up with any viable plans.

Abner Rhine stood in front of his "masterpiece" with his arms crossed, and there was no heat in his eyes.

It was a huge ice dragon, squatting upright in the center of a few runes, its long neck hanging down in an unnatural position, an iron chain across its jaw, supporting its heavy head, which it simply could not do on its own muscles, which had lost their elasticity. The scales that covered its entire body were smooth and unrecognizable, but even in the light of the blazing fire, they were dull.

It can't have the luster that only life can bring.

The mage moved his gaze to the dragon's tail curled around its front paws, where a few scales were missing and he had to patch them up...... There are so many ridiculous and ridiculous things in this that he can't help but tug at the corners of his mouth gloomily.

Even so, he had to admit that it was beautiful, with a grace and majesty that no other creature in the world could match—and the two teachers who blamed him had an almost insane fascination with it.

The only thing he didn't understand was what Scott Chrisses wanted, and he didn't understand from the beginning - he already had a dragon, a living, young and innocent dragon, strong and obedient. If he was worried that it would become his enemy, he would have had countless opportunities to kill it, and there was no need to go to such great lengths to even have a necromancer do this for him...... Once the news is leaked, it is enough to ruin the high-ranking "Sage".

So he never really expected to get out - at least, before it was all over.

But to his surprise, even with such a big commotion, Scott never appeared. This stalled all his plans.

"You made it move. ”

He was secretly relieved when a familiar voice sounded behind him as abruptly as usual.

"Not me. Without looking back, he corrected, "I don't have the power to control such a creature, even if it's dead." The blood you gave me gave it a short life, but it was not enough—a life that was fleeting and could not stay. ”

“...... So you want more dragon's blood. Scott's cold voice was full of anger.

"More blood, and more time. Abner replied, "Do you know how many years it has taken the necromancers to never do this?—Honestly, isn't the miracle of resurrection from the dead something you, a mighty sage, are good at?"

"You don't understand what it's like to come back from the dead. Scott replied impatiently, "What I asked you to do is not resurrecting a dragon at all!"

- yes, what you made me do was more difficult and ridiculous than that.

Abner sneered and didn't give an inch.

"More blood, and more time. He repeated again.

"To make you more spell scrolls so you can escape?" Scott sneered.

"If it were you, wouldn't you have seized any possible opportunity for freedom?" Abner did not deny, "but I could not have imagined that a Sage would use such a despicable method to prevent me from escaping. ”

Scott was silent for a long time, and seemed to feel some sense of guilt and shame because of it.

"There will be no more blood. He replied in a stiff tone, "Find another way." ”

Abner considered whether he should make a strong push or give in slightly, and then chose the latter—his plan didn't need to provoke Scott, not now, though he enjoyed the feeling of angering the other man quite a bit.

"It doesn't have to be the blood of that ice dragon. "I think other blood that is born with magical powers can probably do the same...... And I happen to know that there is such a person. ”.

(To be continued......)