Ed breathed a sigh of relief and followed closely.

He was always on his toes, but no one stopped them. As he stepped out of the darkness, Isis stood outside the door, dazed and not knowing where to look.

He was half a head taller than Ed, and much stronger, but under the dark and gloomy sky, at this moment, his back looked thin and helpless.

Ed searched his stomach and couldn't find a word to comfort him. River had taught him the art of "speaking", but all of them were never used in the face of people close to him and cared about.

“...... I'm sorry. ”

After holding it for a while, he could only hold back such a sentence.

Iss looked back at him.

"When will you learn to stop apologizing for mistakes you didn't make. He said in a violent tone, "That's annoying!"

Ed opened his mouth. He wanted to say that he wasn't apologizing, he was just grieving for him...... But does Isis really not understand?

He deliberately misinterprets it, perhaps because "sympathy" is something he can't accept.

“...... Sometimes it's not that annoying. ”

As he bowed his head in some frustration, Iss floated over with a chagrined voice.

Ed didn't know if he should laugh or not.

"Did you see that clearly...... Symbols on things?" Iss hastily changed the subject, "those lit scales...... Not dragon scales, but Mithril. ”

Ed shook his head: "It's too bright." ”

It was so bright that he couldn't even look at it, let alone see the symbols.

“...... But aren't dragon scales a better defense and magic material than Mithril?" he asked, confused.

"That's the scales of the Silver Fang. Iss replied softly, "Silver Fang is old. ”

The human body will be weakened and decayed by aging, and the same is true for dragons. The scales that have begun to fade and will even gradually fall off one day are no longer able to withstand too much magic.

"That symbol," said Iss...... "is a bit like the one around Fili's neck." ”

He hadn't seen it with his own eyes, but Ed had drawn it. Neither he nor Ed recognized what it was.

"Lydia......" Ed murmured.

Lydia, Ante...... Filly, and the stuff in there. The magic that can absorb the power and life of others seems to have started with Lydia. What role did she play in this? Does Scott know?......

- Scott probably knows. But neither he nor Lydia would give them an answer.

While Ed was still in a daze, Ise had turned back into an ice dragon and curled him up with his tail and threw him on his back.

"And one more person. ”

As he flew above the clouds, the ice dragon told him, "She should know something...... Or at least be able to help us find a way to defend against this spell. ”

A battle that can't touch the other party is too bad for a dragon. If he was old enough, if he could manipulate more powerful magic, maybe ......

But he didn't have that much time to grow up slowly...... Nor did he want to sink deeper into the memories he had inherited, even though there was endless knowledge and power in them.

There is no himself there.

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Ed slipped off the back of the ice dragon and stood in a sea of flowers, in a trance for a moment.

It's not always spring in the Enshi Valley. The grass and trees will fall, the snow will fall - but the Enambia will always bloom.

Even after the old mage's death, the magic he set up because of his preferences did not change. The blue Ambition flowers swayed in the cool autumn breeze, and Mulder paced slowly out of the courtyard, still holding a small flower shovel in his hand.

It's so peaceful that it's like another world, and no amount of chaos or darkness from the outside world can intrude.

However, it was no longer the beard that greeted them at the door, and the hair had fallen out, and it was so slow that it was anxious...... But the old mage who was inexplicably relieved.

"Welcome home, little dragon. ”

The white crow's smile is bright and sincere...... and indescribably charming.

Ed had mixed feelings - he didn't feel like it was Is's home at all. If you really want to talk about it, Kriessburg is ......

Klossersburg was dilapidated, uninhabited, and no one was waiting there, smiling and saying "welcome home".

Until he sat in a simple but comfortable chair and was stuffed with a cup of hot tea with the smell of flowers, his face couldn't look good.

But the crow didn't care—she didn't have Ed in her eyes at all. And Is...... Isis is indeed at home here.

"—no, no rabbits. ”

Ed looked at him impatiently and told Mulder, "I won't be staying long...... Don't want potatoes either...... Forget it, whatever you want!"

That look is like a child who is upset and helpless because his family is too long-winded.

Ed retracted his gaze and silently drank his tea—a little bitter, but it did smell refreshing.

Maybe...... There is such a place that will always wait for Isis to return...... It's pretty good, too.

He knew that the crow liked Is, and the blind could tell that he liked it, but when Iss said what they meant, there was something else in the crow's smile.

"But why should I help you?" she asked, "I'm just a prisoner who can't get out of this hellish place even if I'm dead." ”

"I'm not going to let you go. "And you know how to leave, don't you? ”

The white crow's face turned cold, but he didn't deny it.

"It's not just the face. "Why do I have to help you if you can't give me what I want?" because you're a dragon......? But no matter how unreasonable the liking is, you have to come and go in order to sustain it, you don't want to give me anything, why should you take advantage of me?"

Ed held his teacup in his hand, dumbfounded. Of the people he knew, Agnes was already a mouthful, this lady ...... But it seems to be better.

"I'll bury you in the Enshi Valley. Isis calmly replied, "After you die, I will bury you beside Inglis." I will guard this place, just as I promised. No matter how the world changes, until I die, no one or anything can disturb your peace. ”

The white crow glared at him, his fingers clenched spasmodically, and his expression changed. Surprised, ashamed, embarrassed, confused...... For a moment, there was even a hint of fierce anger on her face, but eventually, her lips curved upwards slightly.

"But I think you might die sooner than I do. "There is no point in making such promises." ”

"Perhaps. "Then you're going to rot here—luckily Mulder doesn't have a sense of smell." ”

The white crow's face turned blue, but the next moment he couldn't help laughing.

"No wonder that old guy likes you so much. She said, "Little Dragon, Little Dragon...... You're really funny. ”

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