"The white crow probably really knows. ”

As he walked through the garden back to his room, Iss whispered, "She probably found someone like her." And those whisperers on White Rock Island......"

Ed knew that it was more of a comfort than advice. He leaned over and tacitly bumped his friend's shoulder, unabashedly grateful as he did to his frustration.

He was indeed hit hard. He felt like he had come up with a great idea that no one had thought of...... He was so easily carried away by the excitement that he made a method that he couldn't even be sure if it would work, and made it a goal that he desperately wanted everyone to accept...... It was like showing off.

To make matters worse, he finally realizes that even when he is full of doubts about himself, there is always a faint pride hidden in his heart—he is chosen, he is special.

Ironically, his "goal" ...... Speaking of which, isn't it just to let everyone get rid of the fate of being "chosen"?

Before he knew it, he was blindfolded by his "special". He gradually lost sight of what he should have seen...... He floated in the air, and all he was holding up was a bubble that he wanted to burst.

He was ashamed of himself, glad that there was always someone around him who could see what he couldn't, and unceremoniously slapped his mistake in the face.

He decided to spend the night to cool down...... When the sun rises tomorrow, he will have to pick himself up and face the reality that will not wait for him to grow slowly.

But when he opened the door, he was tired and helpless to find that there was one more person in the room—again.

...... More than one.

Curell was waving at him, and behind him, in the dim light, Payne's long silver hair shrouded in a shimmering mist.

Ed straightened up, a silent sigh replaced by a curvature of surprise raised on his lips.

Correll slipped over to close the door but failed - Id, who had turned back vigilantly and noticed, stretched out a hand against the door.

“...... Won't you elves knock on the door?" he frowned, with a sense of annoyance that his territory had been repeatedly invaded, even though it wasn't his territory...... No, this is his territory!

"I'm sorry. The half-elf, who was a bit talkative, unexpectedly apologized, "We're in a bit of a hurry." ”

Isis looked him up and down, his expression a little strange: "...... Are you really an elf?"

Curell smiled at the unclear words, and suddenly raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Why don't I make it up?"

Is's face darkened slightly, but before he could speak, Correll grabbed his arm and pulled him out the door.

"Can you do me a favor?"

His tone and movements were unrecognizable, as if he had known the ice dragon in front of him for a long time...... And Isis couldn't break free from him.

His strength is not great, but he is extremely ingenious. Even though he understood his intentions, Iss only hesitated for a moment before exiting the door.

He didn't like the sneaky habits of the elves at all...... But the silver king's face was really not very good-looking.

“...... Let go. ”

He muttered as the door closed behind him.

Curryl looked up at him with wide eyes, a look of sincerity, even a little serious.

"I really need your help. "We came suddenly, and we had to hide our tracks, but we didn't go uninvited...... I sent a message to Fenvi and he brought us in. He left to tell you about it, but apparently you don't know - the Shadow Dancer is a dead eye, and I don't think he'll leave without a word until he's done his mission, so where did he go?...... You can't get lost in your own home, right?"

His voice was soft and fast, low as a whisper, and his slightly widened eyes were a little round, with an innocence that was in no way appropriate to his age and status...... It even feels a bit like Ed.

Isis looked away with a tense face, and had to admit that the phrase "in his own home" inexplicably flattered him.

"You'd better just stay here. He said that his tone was not as vicious as he had hoped.

Curell nodded kindly, let go of his hand, and rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he watched the ice dragon's departing back.

Everyone told him that the dragon was moody and had a bad temper, but it wasn't ...... Pretty good, isn't it?

.

"I'm sorry. In the candlelit room, Payne whispered, "I know that's presumptuous...... But this thing is important. ”

As soon as he got the news, he left everything behind and came here.

"Greyfeather ......," he said, his voice hoarse, "the ship that the followers of Nesses want to salvage...... I think I let it be swallowed up by the waves and never see the light of day again. ”

And it has been nearly a decade since it was heard.

The craggy mountain between Neo and Grivar turns south to the east of Neo. Between the barren peaks and the barren southwestern wilderness, a hill stretches from the vast forest to the sea, where ...... and a secluded and ancient harbor by the sea, all of which belong to the elves, even more sacrosanct than the green forests of Grivar.

That's the way the elves go home...... It was the starting point of their voyage westward to the Holy Island.

Ten years ago, Payne had angered almost all elves by what he had done, and since then, even he has regretted it more than once - he has sent an extremely good warrior on a long journey with a group of elves heading west. He told the warrior that he could stay on the Holy Island or return to his home among the stars...... He just needs him to send back a message for him.

The dazed kings wanted to know if they were really ...... There is still a home to go back to.

The boat he boarded was the last boat to go west. Payne closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down, "It usually takes more than twenty years for the elves of Maeve Harbor to complete a ship that can reach the Holy Island. It doesn't need to be maneuvered, and it doesn't need anyone to guide it, and once it's out to sea, it's going to sail to the Holy Island. No storm can destroy it, and no weapon can harm it...... It should be, it won't sink. ”

And the warrior named Fiona only sent back a message, as they set sail for the sea.

"They named the boat Grey Feather. It was as light as a feather, but I looked at every elf around me, and their eyes were full of sadness and confusion, lingering like gray clouds above us. But go home...... Shouldn't it be a thing to be happy about?"