Isis woke up in a state of extreme unease.

The heart was pounding. He gasped for breath and his eyes widened desperately, feeling as if he was being pressed against the bed by some force, unable to move.

He rubbed the cold iron ring on his wrist, distraught, and it took him a while to realize that he was the only one in the room.

Scott's bed was empty.

He sat up sharply and let out a panicked "Scott?", then bit his lip in frustration.

Maybe Scott just got out and made it easier. He really didn't need to make such a fuss, he lived like a baby who woke up in the middle of the night to find that his mother was not around.

By this time he could already dimly see the rudimentary furnishings of the room. This small room was in the attic, the window pages were half-decayed, and they were not closed tightly at all, and they clicked and clicked when the wind blew. Iss was so loud by the noise in the middle of the night that he couldn't sleep at all, so he simply got up and opened the whole window, and let the cold wind pour in with the faint moonlight, and finally fell asleep.

That's why he slept too deep to hear Scott open the door—comforting himself so much, but also having to admit in frustration that the inconspicuous iron ring on his wrist was making him weaker and weaker every day.

He didn't tell Scott. There is no need to make the wrinkles on his forehead deeper...... There's no need to make him more irritable.

The Scott he remembers, though impulsive and impatient, rarely gets angry or loses control. Maybe he should have asked what was going on. Scott won't lie. If he had been insistent enough and tougher, maybe he would have told him in the end......

If only he could be tough.

Isis lay back. Staring at the sloping ceiling, cranky. Time passed little by little, and the light white light of the moonlight falling on the ground through the window slowly moved to his bedside, and his heart beat heavy little by little.

Something wasn't right, Scott had been gone for too long.

Iss jumped out of bed and opened the door, where the narrow staircase led silently into the deeper darkness. He wasn't timid enough to be afraid of the dark. Even though he couldn't see through the darkness now, he didn't know where Scott was going......

He slammed the door in exasperation. Let that loud sound murmur in the night.

Then he began to wander around the small room like a trapped beast, a myriad of thoughts and images coming to mind, none of which was comforting—either Scott was seriously injured surrounded by the undead. Or he walked alone through the dark streets, completely oblivious to the innocent wanderers behind him screaming in the golden-red flames......

How could this have happened?, he clutched his head in frustration.

Shouldn't it have been Scott who was worried about him, a terrible dragon, going out of control and killing people for fun?

He was flustered but helpless. But when the familiar sound of footsteps came from the stairs, he immediately jumped back into bed and lay down facing the wall, pretending to sleep, and the thin blanket was pulled up to cover almost his entire head.

He pricked up his ears as the door was pushed open and shut—and Scott even slowly bolted it.

The sound of footsteps moved to the empty bed on the other side of the room, and then the creaking of the rudimentary wooden bed as it was pressed down, and it didn't take long...... Scott's slight snoring rang out.

Iss almost wanted to jump up and kick his brother - he was terrified for half the night. And he actually fell asleep like that?!

At least he's okay...... That's all he could tell himself. But he could not close his eyes until the light of dawn lit the room instead of the bleak moonlight.

So when Scott tossed him a loaf of brown bread for breakfast, he began to pack his bags refreshed. His gloomy face was probably understandable.

“...... What's wrong?" Scott, who finally realized that he didn't seem to be in a good mood, looked helpless, "I said we would ride to Llewellyn on horseback, horseback riding!

"So you went out in the middle of the night to find a horse last night?" Ise finally blurted out.

Scott was stunned for a moment, and in an instant, the blood faded from his face.

"What did you say?" he asked, hesitantly, with an imperceptible hint of panic in his eyes.

"You left the room last night!" said Is, angrily throwing away the disgusting piece of bread. "What the hell have you been doing after being away for so long?"

Scott opened his mouth. Rolling his eyes in a panic, he refused to look directly at Is, and did not give a half-word answer.

"Do you think I won't find out?" Is, unable to control his anger any longer, "or do you know...... What kind of spell did you cast on me to keep me from sleeping, but I didn't expect me to wake up early?!

He jerked the damn iron ring on his wrist and roared.

That makes sense...... He has always slept deeply, especially recently, the slightest movement can wake him up, and last night his lethargy was not normal.

Scott began to shake his head.

"I didn't ......," he whispered, then stopped again.

Never left, or didn't cast a spell on him?Iss didn't bother to tell, and any denial from Scott at the moment only made him even more angry.

"Stop lying to me!" he yelled, "or we'll go our separate ways!"

He's had enough. He can forgive Scott for all his deception and forgive him for killing his mother...... But he couldn't put up with more lies, more secrets.

Scott finally turned his face to him. There was a pained, pleading look on his face that Iss had never seen before, and it made him flinch for a moment.

"Tell me, Scott, we can always figure it out together, no matter what, we're brothers, aren't we?" he slowed his tone and walked towards his brother.

"You don't have to face everything alone. He whispered.

That's what Ed once said to him. Isn't that what family and friends are all about?

Scott looked at him with those light blue eyes - still as clear as jewels. But it was filled with too many things that Is's couldn't discern.

But he didn't say a word after all.

The unspeakable disappointment and anger suddenly turned into deep exhaustion. Without saying a word, Iss walked past Scott, opened the door, and went downstairs. Left, without looking back at the statue standing silently.

"Would have liked to stay a few more days. ”

Naria sat in front of the window with her chin propped up, staring blankly at the scenery outside the window. The roofs of the Old Town of Balach, almost all red, were spread out in front of her eyes, and the snow was unusually bright when the snow had receded, and not far away was the crystal spire of the Scholar's Tower in the Branti Library, which shimmered in the sun.

It's a beautiful one. A city with a unique style may not have the elegance and prosperity of a southern city. But bright and vibrant.

Stay a few more days, and Tess will be thinking about how to pry some of the jewels set in the spire home. ”

Ed followed her gaze and said with a grin.

"Oh, she can't climb up in that dress. Naria said. The corners of his mouth turned up involuntarily.

She couldn't help but laugh every time she saw Tess with eyes fixed on the tip of her nose, gently tugging at her long skirt, walking past her with unhurried steps, and pretending not to know her. Of all of them, Tess had the most fun playing this drag game.

"It's hard to say, she's Tess Shepard. Ed said solemnly, giggling and running away as Nalya raised her leg to kick him.

"On your last day in the city, would you like to visit our friends?" he suddenly remembered that they didn't really know anyone here.

"What friend?" asked Naria, confused.

"I'm not glad pastor. Ed tried to put on an unhappy face, "Filly said that the temple he belonged to was in Balach. ”

"Okay. Naria shook her chair with a nonchalant expression. "That temple looks good...... Maybe Nigel can teach you how to be a real pastor. ”

Ed was stunned for a moment. He never actually thought about being a "true pastor...... But what is the power he has? Or can he become a priest as long as he has the power of healing? He doesn't hate white robes, but River certainly won't like the way he looks in priest's robes, which means that the wealth he has accumulated for most of his life will eventually end up in the pockets of the water god......

As he left the hotel and walked towards the temple of Anduhe, those questions were still swirling in his mind. Nalya was a little absent-minded when she spoke to him.

Naria stabbed him hard in the waist with her elbow in displeasure, causing him to almost jump with a thud.

"Someone was following us. Naria said.

Naturally, Ed looked back, but Naria didn't have time to stop him, so he had to stab the fool again.

“...... He came running. Ed said in amazement, watching the little boy, who was no more than ten years old, running straight towards them, clutched a crumpled letter in his dirty little paws. Raised high and poked in front of him.

"For you!" he exclaimed, glancing at Naria. "You and this beautiful sister!"

The pretty sister gave him a big smile.

Ed took the letter, but the little hand was still held high, and the boy stared at him with a pair of blue-green eyes on a look of course.

Ed knowingly reached for a silver coin and placed it in his outstretched palm, watched as he ran back to his companions with the silver in his hand, and ran away with a cheer. It made him think about when he was a kid running around with a bunch of children in Visa......

"What's in there?" Naria poked him impatiently, then simply snatched the letter.

Ed leaned over and read out the short text: "Bone Mall Street go west to the end, turn left, cat's eye ......"

It looks like an address, but who's going to use this method to find them?

He glanced at Naria, startled by the changing look on the girl's face.

"Who's that?" he asked.

"I won't tell you. Naria crumpled the paper and raised an eyebrow at him. She looked like she wanted to get angry, but her eyes unconsciously jumped with joy.

Ed thought he could probably guess who it was.

(To be continued)