Ed glanced at Iss stealthily and quickly—the still-unheard gesture was a clear indication of Is's attitude.

He has no objection. Although the dwarves were not friends with him, his trust in Mork was not much different from Ed's.

They had fought side by side, and he knew the justice, kindness, and tenacity of the dwarves. He trusted him far more than the mages and priests in the Flower Hall...... Even better than Sean Fletcher, who is still too stubborn even when he is no longer affected by Lydia's spells.

Ed exhaled, finding a dot in his myriad of threads, and told the dwarves as simply as they could.

“...... So," Mork was ready, but still couldn't hide his suspicions, "that Nethers, who is called a god, is a fire dragon that should have died thousands of years ago, and it wants to return to this world?"

He was not surprised by the departure of the gods. Like elves, they are far more sensitive to this than humans...... They just aren't as anxious as elves.

Elves are the darlings of the gods, but dwarves are not. They were lucky enough to be born, and if they were destined to turn back into rocks, they would have accepted it. They were originally part of this world...... Even if they die and exist in another form, they are still part of this world.

Ed nodded, "At least, that's what Scott said." ”

"And you believe him?" Mock asked him, "even if his life and soul could be under the control of that dragon...... And it does have the power of a god?"

Ed nodded again.

"That's Scott. "Even when he was a knight of Nyor, he was more concerned with 'what he was fighting' than 'in whose name'—I don't believe that 'power' can make him subjugate, no matter how powerful it may be." ”

When the Light of the Far North blended into the crowd of Nessers, Filly once said, "Maybe we believe in ourselves, we listen to our inner voice, and then find a name for that voice, so that we will not be too proud or too lonely." ”

He later told Ed that it was actually what Scott had told him a long time ago.

It was so arrogant for a priest that it was almost blasphemous, but Ed didn't think it was wrong—perhaps because he had never been very religious.

There is a free and firm will in that sentence, and there is an indomitable courage. Under no circumstances, Scott Chrissers is not a man who will give in easily. Even though Ante's betrayal made him make the wrong choice in extreme anger and unwillingness, when he returned to this world...... When he faced his friends and loved ones again, he had something that he would rather die than protect—and that would make him more determined.

"In fact, I suspect these cracks...... At least some of them, Scott made them. "Felicity once said that a crack connected to the Sea of Nothingness is enough to destroy everything...... But now, no one knows how many cracks are hidden where we can't see them, the world still has the sun rising and setting every day, the balance is not broken, and the magic power is not completely gone, not even in chaos—he must have done something to stop it from happening...... He gave us room to guard and fight back. ”

It was indeed just his guess, but when he said it, he was even more convinced.

Mock nodded thoughtfully.

"I didn't know the man. "But if you trust him so much, there must be a reason for you...... And I believe in you. ”

Ed's eyes lit up instantly, like stars...... Like sunlight twinkling between the waves.

"These," Mock asked him, "how many people have you told them?"

Ed hesitated, not quite understanding the point of the question.

“...... Seldom. He replied honestly.

"How many people in the flower hall just now know?"

“...... Sean. That's the only thing he knows.

And you don't intend to tell anyone else, even if they are already the leaders or representatives of some of the most powerful forces in the world. Mork's eyes were gentle, but his words were sharp, "Why, because do you think they won't believe it, or because you can't believe them?"

"Both...... Yes......" Ed replied with a snort.

"Look, I think that's the problem. Mock sighed, "I sat there and listened to you avoid the important and argue with each other, and I couldn't tell why you were sitting together or what you were trying to achieve. You have different interests, old grievances, and therefore beware of each other – this is a matter of course, and it can never be resolved completely. But at the moment you ...... We, we are facing the same crisis, but we are still entangled with each other with insignificant things, hiding and blaming each other. Even if Scott really gives us room to fight back...... Are you going to fight back on your own—and perhaps your ice dragon friends at most?"

Ed was speechless.

Come to think of it, it seems that he did intend to do so. Even if he would be scared, overwhelmed, panicked, and unsure if he could do it, Scott told him, and Scott put the responsibility in his hands...... He could only do his best.

"You have to let them know what they should know. Mock looked at him helplessly—the human was too young...... Young and innocent.

"Even if you think you're strong enough, the world shouldn't be guarded by you alone......," he said, "and you have to let them know that the blade has fallen from the sky, that it will fall on everyone's head, that danger is imminent, or else the rising and setting of the sun and the moon will only make some people feel that things are not so bad and try to satisfy their own desires." ”

Ed hung his head and was silent for a few moments.

The dwarf left him alone, and walked around admiring the intricate construction of the tower, the lifelike stone carvings, and even the perfect fit of the stone bricks on the floor.

He couldn't tell him what to do, but he believed he could find a way on his own. The young man was not smart enough to be resourceful, nor strong enough to be omnipotent, but even when he was weaker, he was always able to make some surprising choices, and most of those choices ended well.

"I think...... Maybe someone knows why the hell we are sitting together today. ”

As he looked up at the stern and grim face of the long-dead king, Ed spoke softly.

The dwarf looked back at him, and there was a flash of cunning in the young man's eyes.

"That Lord Balk, what an interesting man. He slowly repeated what the dwarf had said, giving him a bright, knowing smile, "Isn't it?"

The Dragon of the End

The Dragon of the End