The Temple of Collins has an abundant collection of wines, each of which is a rare wine, after all, there are countless generous believers, and the temple is never short of money.

Ed swallowed a mouthful of pomegranate-colored red wine, unable to discern any flavor at all.

The hall wasn't noisy, but he felt like there was a noise in his head, as if there were countless bubbles rising and bursting, upsetting but meaningless.

He knew he had to sit here—especially when Sean wasn't around. He had to keep smiling all the time, and he couldn't show too much enthusiasm for Mork, he couldn't show too much admiration for the Silver Leaf King, and he couldn't make anyone of any race feel like he was being left out in the cold......

River had taught him how to face such a scene, and if it was usual, although it would be troublesome, it would not be difficult for him, but now... Although he was truly grateful to all the priests who had come from afar and recognized a young man who had drenched himself and them as a sage, for not sneering at each other or simply fighting in front of him because of their different interests, and for every priest who did not hesitate to help him in times of crisis, he still wanted to help Eren and Is, and help Icabold...... Help himself and find those who are missing.

The feeling of being hung in the air is really uncomfortable.

Sean, Borena, Beye...... Their faces kept in his mind repeatedly, and he couldn't stop for a moment.

- Sean Fletcher could not have "disappeared" in the first place.

Every priest or knight of the god of water has a magic ring, and the emblem engraved on the ring can only store one low-level magic. The symbolism is much greater than the actual meaning, but a priest who knows how to orient himself only needs to know the style of the ring and the magic in it. It is possible to determine the direction of the person wearing the ring by means of positioning. After Fili returned to the temple from the Arctic Light a few months ago, it was with this that he was able to find the other two paladins who were obsessively searching for Baie in the mountains near Cam. Sean's ring was even more special - it was made by Felicity herself. The oval-shaped opal has a trick that can be triggered once a day, making it easier for Sean, who is not very good at learning languages, to deal with all kinds of people.

Icabold knew the ring well, and Sean never took it off...... Although he has used it only a handful of times in the last decade. With Icabird's ability, it was easy to locate Sean's location, and even forcibly teleport Sean back to the temple directly, but the current situation was. Ikabird couldn't even sense the ring's existence.

"The ring has been completely destroyed...... Or maybe Sean wore it to some otherworld. As the priest calmly explained to Ed, Ed immediately remembered the mirror in which he had died and died, the Otherworldly Ring...... But Sean can clearly come and go through it, and of course it is impossible to be trapped in it suddenly.

Nor could he have imagined the possibility of the ring being destroyed. That means that Sean is so lucky...... "that" Sean Fletcher, who can hurt or forcibly take him away without leaving a trace?

After a round of questioning, the last person to see Sean Flace was Ed himself, who turned around to see Sean standing behind him as he "peeped" at the Elven King as he prepared to escape. Suddenly his face turned white with fright.

Sean didn't blame Ed for being sneaky. Just a faint reminder that if he could feel more comfortable, he could stay with his ice dragon friend until he called him back - and of course Ed immediately ran away with the teleportation he had just learned.

As for Borena, he had been in a corner of the square for the last time he was seen, staring pale at the gray mist slowly surging in the distance. After that, the crowd on the plains began to riot, and the clergy were teleported out. Ed got a heavy rain...... In the chaos, no one remembers when Borena disappeared.

Beye's situation is simpler. The guards didn't hear anything, but glanced out the window as they were usual on their patrols, only to find that it was empty and empty—no explanation other than magic.

Baie himself is not able to use teleportation, and it is more likely that someone rescued him. The temple's protection would have prevented others from using spells at will, but Iss had doubts about whether that protection would actually work, after all, Lydia had sent her phantom to the dungeon, and even though Browder insisted that the temple had strengthened its defenses after that, Iss only raised an eyebrow in disapproval.

What's more, in order to teleport people out as soon as possible to disperse the gray fog, Browder had to ask the priests to temporarily unprotect the temple.

Ed didn't think it was Browder's fault, and if he hadn't, more civilians would have died than just Tim...... That would make things worse.

Clueless, he whimsically suggested enlisting the help of the Elven King Payne Silverleaf—the elves were knowledgeable and keen-eyed, and could easily spot clues that humans couldn't see. For example, Novi ......

But the idea was vehemently opposed by Browder.

"This matter must be kept secret. He insisted, "Learned and sensitive...... I think a dragon has the same thing. ”

That's why Iss was able to escape from the crowd and go with the experienced Allen to find clues.

To be honest, Ed doesn't think "secrecy" can be of any use, after all, if no one can be found, it will be exposed sooner or later. Sean has other important business, and Borena is in a bad mood and needs to rest because he thinks of his father who died in the gray fog...... This excuse doesn't last long.

But he couldn't think of a better way...... I could only sit here, smiling until I heard someone whisper a name:

"Felicity ......"

A smile froze on his lips.

The banquet suddenly fell silent, and Moira, who accidentally said the name, the slightly naïve queen of Lutger, said in a bit of a panic: "I'm sorry...... I know that the Holy One doesn't need a funeral, she doesn't need a memorial, she doesn't really die...... I know that a new Sage is the best...... However, I just ...... I don't know......" she looked at her husband as if she were pleading, and grabbed his arm.

Ante smiled and patted her hand, explaining on her behalf, "I think Moira is just ...... Some miss Sage Felicity, like ...... Simply missing a friend. ”

Moira's eyes reddened and she nodded silently.

"I miss her too. Ed blurted out, "Even though I know she's still here...... She's everywhere, but that's different......"

His gaze fell on the wine glass in front of him, charming pomegranate red...... Felicity would like pomegranate flowers, right? At least, Felicity, who was lively and laughing hundreds of years ago, should have liked it......

She said to him, "Believe in yourself...... Before he could believe in himself, she had believed that he could do it. He always knew that it wasn't just because of God's choice...... That was Felicity's own choice.

Ed still doesn't know where her faith comes from - is there anything he should remember but still forgets in the river of time?

But at least, he couldn't let her down.

Ed raised his glass high.

"To Felicity. His voice was steady and clear, and for the first time since stepping into the hall where he couldn't breathe, his mind was clear as if it had been washed by the waters of Lake Starnestle, "For her immortality...... And the girl who was born between the mountains of Karnak and was born with white hair. ”

The pomegranate-colored wine has a hint of indescribable bitterness in the pleasant sweetness and sourness.

Most guests wake up the next day and leave. Moira stayed, escorted by squires and paladins sent by the Temple, to visit her friend and Ed's mother, Vala Singall, in Kriessburg.

Payne Silverleaf leaves a letter to Ed before leaving, elegantly worded, but without the usual roundabout subtlety of the elves, but simply and directly reminding him that they have an appointment for a meeting in Grivar - they still have something to talk about some "interesting history".

The Black Rock Dwarves were the first to leave. Their unusual silence had always made Ed a little uneasy, but Browder told him not to worry.

"They don't talk a lot in the first place. Moreover, they may not like the friendship between Ed Singal and the Silver Fang Dwarve, but it does not affect their respect for the Sage. He said.

Ed had to smile wryly.

Mock, of course, stayed until the end. Now that no one was watching, Ed slimyly sent the Silver Fang Dwarves to the teleportation array. He finally had a chance to ask Mork about the barbarians on the ice field, and the dwarf kept shaking his head with a helpless expression: "I don't know which god's masterpiece...... An erupting volcano seems to have destroyed the necromancer's lair, and they're probably no longer a threat, and I'm more worried that the barbarians will fight themselves again...... But that's really not something I can do. ”

Ed could only scratch his head. It was a race that he would not be able to help even if he became a revered saint - and the barbarians might have preferred to accept a godless Ed Singar.

The dwarf looked up at him, his eyes hidden under his thick eyebrows still sincere and frank: "I guess there's something here that I can't interfere with?"

Ed's gaze drifted around, not knowing what to say. He didn't want to lie to Mock...... Besides, Mock is not so easy to deceive.

The dwarf smiled and stood on tiptoe and patted him on the shoulder, "Whether it's the Sage, or Ed Singal...... Remember, Mock Bronze Flame will always be your friend. ”

Ed's eyes were hot, and he finally couldn't help but bend down and hug the dwarf's big furry head tightly.

Watching his friend's figure disappear from the teleportation array, he still stood there for a long time before taking a deep breath and fulfilling his duty.

(To be continued......)