The panicked crowd poured down the steps like a tide, and Ed, who rushed upstream, staggered and staggered, unable to move an inch, and finally squeezed into the temple. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Most have fled, leaving a few who are too stubborn...... or devout believers, who were also persuaded by the two priests to leave. The young cultivator Rumorin was about to block the passage to the backyard, but hesitated when he saw Ed, and reached out to push the door open for him.

"What happened?"

Ed paused and asked breathlessly.

“...... I don't know. Rumorin's voice remained calm, but his eyes showed a hint of panic, "Sage...... Got into a fight with Mistress Frecher. ”

Ed's head was buzzing.

He rushed into the backyard and didn't run a few steps before he was stopped - Xiaobai stood in front of him, roaring in warning.

Another roar completely drowned out its voice.

Ed had heard Scott roar like a beast as he lost control...... But that's not Scott's voice.

The glow of Sean Fletcher's sword reflected in the westward sun was faintly blood-red—it was indeed stained with blood.

Ed had heard of the Paladin's prestige as a child, but it was the first time he had actually seen how he fought. It was a little similar to Scott - the same indomitable, each sword with a determination that left no stone unturned, simple, powerful, not as nimble as Norway and Cethiana, but more difficult to parry.

I don't know how Scott angered Sean...... His only uncle seemed to really want his life at the moment.

Without hesitation, the sword slashed at Scott's neck, as fierce as a beast tearing open the teeth of its prey. Scott's waist had already been covered with a large blood stain, and it seemed that he didn't even have time to heal.

He doesn't have much of an advantage against Sean - he is indeed younger, but Ed suspects that his body is not as strong as Sean, who has been practicing swords on his own. He's faster, but he doesn't have the momentum of Sean, dodging and blocking far more than attacking...... The injuries seem to have been made worse by Sean.

Scott didn't use spells, which surprised Ed. In Visa, he'd seen how Scott could use simple spells to match his battles, and that made him invincible...... But now, "spellcasting" is something he tries so hard to avoid.

But...... Ed looked around in amazement at the half-destroyed backyard. The corridor on all sides, the west side had completely collapsed, and the north side had also collapsed a little half, and even Scott's own bedroom was in ruins. The huge boulder looked like it had been smashed by some tremendous force.

Ed couldn't believe that human power could be so ...... without the help of spells Terrible.

The battle before him reminded him of the battle between Isis and Silverfang that Naria had described to him. In a frantic roar, tearing each other apart with pure power, almost the same way of fighting, to the death Fang Hugh's rage......

“...... What the hell is going on?"

He looked down blankly and asked Xiaobai.

The white leopard replied with a low roar of unknown meaning, still firmly in front of him.

He jumped out of the hallway, trying to get around the ...... But how could he avoid an agile leopard?

He was going round and round like a trapped beast, not daring to call anyone—he didn't dare to distract anyone, even if they probably couldn't hear him at all.

The sound of the clash of swords sounding terrifying, and Ed's mouth was dry and panicked, barely making it clear who had slashed and who didn't want to see it...... He reached for the carefully stored materials in his beltpack, trying to use a spell to separate the two men who seemed to have completely lost their minds, or at least calm them down......

Xiaobai slammed his head into his leg, causing him to almost fall to his knees.

It doesn't allow him to cast spells.

“...... Are you crazy too?!"

Ed glared at it, angrily asking.

The white leopard looked at him quietly with light blue eyes, eyes that seemed to be empty and seemed to contain all things, as if they could always see the depths of his soul, and in the tranquility, there was an irresistible majesty.

Ed stared at it for a few moments, until tears inexplicably welled up and blurred his vision.

He slowly crouched down and sniffled at a white leopard in disgrace.

He didn't want to cry - it was childish and useless, but he couldn't control it. Even if he is full of anger and questions about Sean, even if Scott's death is inevitable sooner or later...... He didn't want to lose any of them either.

He may well have lost Norvi.

Tears smashed into the black dirt beneath his feet. After a few moments, the panther's large furry head reached his neck socket and arched gently in a flattering manner.

Ed pushed it away hard, stood up and glared at the battle that wasn't over.

At all costs...... He wouldn't watch anyone die in front of him.

He stared at the movements of the two men. As it got dark, they finally and inevitably slowed down a little...... But they are all scarred.

The news has definitely gotten out, and Ed doesn't know why Filly ...... None of the others showed up, but he couldn't have waited like this all the time.

He glanced down at Xiaobai and drew his short sword.

This time, instead of stopping him, the white leopard stepped back a little and squatted on the ground.

So...... Just can't cast spells?

Ed thought to himself, then shook his head, intently searching for any possible opportunity.

-- I don't think I'm going to be able to do it.

He thought.

-- It is about the same as death.

I knew that spells were so unreliable, and it was better to practice swords.

Scott's figures and Sean's figures are staggered and separated. Scott staggered back to his feet, and Sean paused for only a moment before rushing again.

Ed lunged at that moment and stopped in front of Sean.

The oncoming sword did not hesitate. Sean didn't seem to notice that there was another person in front of him at all, and his eyes were terrifyingly bright, as if his soul had been turned to ashes in anger.

Ed crossed his hands and used all his strength to hold the sword.

Norway had taught him some ways to unload his force. The dagger tilted slightly, sliding down the blade of the longsword, pushing outward with all its might...... Bright sparks flickered, illuminating Sean's distorted face.

Ed stared at those irrational eyes and roared, "Sean, Fletcher!"

The constricted pupils turned to him, and his shadow was finally reflected in the burning blue eyes.

My arm hurt like it was about to break...... Or it's broken.

"Sean, Freyche!" Ed said word by word, making his voice steady without a hint of trembling, "You said that I am still the Sage chosen by the Water God...... Then now I command you, put down your sword!"

. (To be continued.) )