Nalya picked up the candlestick and smashed it against the windowpane—judging by the sound, it was indeed glass, but it was as hard as an iron plate, and the heavy silver candlestick did not leave a trace on it.

Naria picked up the menorah, glanced back and forth between the door and the window, then turned back to the door and slammed it against the wooden door.

The door was sturdy, but she could at least smash some sawdust.

She slammed it until her arms were sore, her hands were red, and she was full of anger and remorse, but she couldn't vent it at all.

It was all her fault—Rosa had warned her, but she kept her eyes open and jumped into the trap in high spirits. When she first saw the woman who was standing on the steps in front of the main castle and smiling at them, she even fell in love with it for a moment......

The door suddenly opened inward, and Nalya took a step back, holding the candelabra high, and glared at the woman in front of her who was pacing into the room with slow, graceful steps, but still couldn't smash it.

Lady Raven...... Probably the most beautiful woman Narya had ever seen, not even the beautiful and proud blonde queen of Anktan.

Lydia Bell is said to be very beautiful, too. Do all female mages have beauty at the same time?Or can only a beautiful woman become a powerful mage?Nalya has never seen as delicate skin as porcelain as a white crow, without the slightest trace of age, and her delicate face reminds her of the statues of elven maidens that Ed likes, her black eyes are so deep that you can't take your eyes off it, and her plump lips are just the right amount of red......

Her long, black hair, which had been coiled up loosely to her waist, looked more kind and gentle at the moment—but Nalya would never be deceived by this again.

"As a warmly received guest. It's a bit rude to do that. The white crow frowned slightly, and glanced at the smashed wood.

Naria snorted and sneered, "As a respected and trusted master. Locking guests in their rooms isn't a form of hospitality either!"

"And do you prefer to stay in the dungeon?" the crow asked faintly.

Naria's heart pounded.

"What have you done to my friends?!" she roared, aiming the tip of the menorah at the crow like a sword.

When he was invited into the hall for lunch, everything seemed like a dream, until Cesyana grimaced and refused to drink the golden wine that his master had carefully prepared.

Naria saw a helpless wry smile on Rosa's face, and then the white crow sighed leisurely.

"I really want to have a good meal with the lovely young people. She said with a look of regret, and clapped her hands gently.

Rosa and Sesyana vanished in an instant, leaving Narya to sit in her place dumbfounded.

At that time, she also yelled the same problem, and reached out to draw her sword. The white crow just tilted his head. He looked at her thoughtfully, as if he didn't care at all.

- Then her eyes went dark, and she fainted on her back. When she woke up, she found herself in the same room where she couldn't get out.

This time the crow didn't answer her question, just tapped his finger to her chest.

"Who gave it to you?"

Naria looked down in confusion, almost thinking she was referring to the silver bird brooch that Iss had given her. But through her clothes, the crow's fingers pressed precisely against the pendant on her chest.

That's what Ellen gave her......

“...... Do you know my father?" she blurted out. An irritating thought slipped through my head - this beautiful female mage. It can't be one of Allen's "old acquaintances", right?!

The white crow was slightly stunned: "Inglis, Neff is your father?"

Naria breathed a sigh of relief, but she didn't know how to answer.

“...... No. In the end, she honestly said, "This is what my father gave me, and he knows the old mage." ”

"Old mage...... "Crow bowed his head and muttered, "yes, he's an old man now......"

There was deep nostalgia in her voice. Nalya hesitated, unsure whether to believe that this mysterious woman had someone who really cared.

"My father was a friend of Inglis...... My friend is also his friend!" Finally she decided to seize on the relationship that seemed to be exploitable, "if you let us go." I promise Inglis will thank you too!"

The white crow looked up at her and suddenly smiled.

"Nope. She said. "I'll never let him know I'm alive. ”

Naria's face sank.

Now that it had been determined that she had nothing to do with Inglis, she thought that the crow would simply send her to a dungeon or something to stay with her friends, but the hateful woman left her in the room anyway.

"I think I kind of like you. As she left, she smiled and said, "It's rare to see a soul as pure as you." ”

――Does that mean she's stupid?!

Naria threw the candlestick to the ground, not at all happy. The smash marks on the door were pretty much gone, and everything in the room seemed to either not be smashed or would slowly recover on its own...... She still couldn't escape.

The best hope is that Fili Zeri will come to them when he finds out that they don't return on time, but Naria doubts that the swaggering paladin can handle a mage like the White Raven.

After a tumultuous lap around the room, Naria stood in front of the massive mirror, staring at the silver bird on her chest.

It's easy to call out Is's name, but ...... She's not in danger of her life right now!

Naria comforted herself as she rolled up her sleeves and looked for another "weapon" to take advantage of.

Rather than summoning Isis to save her, she still wants to see if she can try to save herself.

When he woke up in the dark, Cethyana didn't move. He just quietly opened his eyes and took a closer look at everything around him.

It's a prison cell - there's no doubt about it. On three sides were cold stone walls, on one side were iron railings, and between the staggered iron bars, each square was not enough for him to stretch out his hand, and his sword ......

His body stiffened slightly.

Even lying on the ground, he could feel that the twin swords at his waist were gone.

His mood suddenly became agitated, and he sat up sharply, almost wanting to roar.

The ancient twin swords were more than just weapons to him...... They are a testament to his lineage, and the warrior he was meant to be......

Both fists slammed into the bar, and a low curse squeezed out of his lips. He had already sensed that something was wrong, but he didn't do it sooner...... As soon as he stepped into the castle, he felt the magic at its pervasive—the power of ancient and chaotic power, just as he had felt in the ice dragon.

Could it be that the one hiding here is another dragon incarnated as a human?

That curiosity kept him in check, neither stopping Naria nor reminding Rosa...... Rosa probably didn't need him to remind her that the female warrior didn't drink a sip of wine, but secretly poured it into her boots.

Maybe he should do that too, instead of simply refusing and leaving things suddenly with no room to maneuver.

He conceited that he could wait until the opponent made a move before he was able to fight back, but he didn't expect that there was no chance to fight back at all. Mage this kind of thing...... Sure enough, it's as difficult to deal with as the legend.

In his frustration, he barely heard the elven word coming from next door.

"Who's there, are you an elf?" asked one hesitantly, "do you speak elven?"

He probably heard Sesiana's curse.

“...... I am, who are you?" replied Sesyana in surprise, and then thought of something, and asked eagerly, "Are you the elf who escorted Norway back to Grivar?

It was a long time before the voice sounded again: "Who the hell are you?"

"Sethana......" replied softly to the young sword dancer, "my name is Sethana. ”

“...... I'm Lind Star. With a long sigh, the elf next door uttered his name listlessly, "Are you the sword dancer who stayed with Norvi's friends......?"

He hesitated, not finishing.

"The elf who was expelled from Grivar...... Exiles. Sesyana spoke calmly on his behalf, but he still felt the same pain in his heart as he had when he first heard the name—it had not abated in the slightest with time.

Lind was silent for a moment.

"That doesn't matter...... "we're probably going to die here anyway." ”

The frustration and resignation in his tone gave Sesyana a subtle displeasure.

"But we're not dead yet!" he blurted.

"What's the difference? Everybody is going to die...... "Lind's voice is getting lower and lower, like a dream, "you know what? Theodore is dead...... He's a great sword dancer, but he's dead......"

Sethyana was secretly frightened, "How did he die?

"I don't know...... I do not know...... I was thrown out of the boat and climbed ashore to see only the wrecked ship, and I tried to find them, but no one was there, no one was there, only Theodore's body stuck in the hatch...... He's dead...... He's really dead...... I saw Norvi, no, it wasn't Norvi, I chased him, I told him to stop, but he didn't...... Who's that? Nobody, it's just a ghost......"

He grew incoherent, and Sesyana frowned worriedly.

"Are you sick?" he asked softly.

"Sick, no, elves don't get sick......" Lind replied vaguely.

It is true that elves are rarely plagued by various diseases like humans, but they are not completely immune to illness. After a long journey. After last night's storm, I was thrown into the icy river, and I was locked up here again...... Even a fever is nothing surprising.

Sesyana sighed softly and perked up.

He'd get out of here—with Linde, out of this damn prison, even if the swords weren't around...... He's Sethana's Dragon's Blood.

(To be continued......)