Iss heard the sound of the waves in his own breath.

The voice rose and fell, as if whispering in his ears the rising and setting of the sun and the moon, the growth and withering of all things, the history and legends that were forever as fleeting in the eternal time in countless silent and noisy reincarnations, and the past and future that he could not touch.

All he had to do was lie on the beach of the Sea of Time and listen quietly to the stories that had nothing to do with him, just as he had been in his childhood when he spread his limbs in front of the fireplace in Kriesburg, listening to the laughter and laughter of Scott, Allen, and Nia as they grew louder and lower, and fell asleep carefree.

He hadn't felt so quiet in a long time. Even in the Enshi Valley, many nights he would still wake up inexplicably, listening to his heavy and restless heartbeat in the dark, angry, frightened, frightened, restless, worried, dazed...... Fill every dream he remembers or doesn't remember, and entangle into a black shadow that can't be dispelled in every broken picture.

That's because of Scott, of course...... But it's not just because of Scott.

He could feel the looming crisis, the darkness as if the end was coming, and the deeper feeling was his powerlessness.

He couldn't stay out of it, but he didn't know what he had to do, he couldn't do anything and he couldn't escape...... After struggling again and again, he still firmly embraced the soul that belonged to humanity, even if he had to taste his fragility and pain, the warmth and kindness that he could not forget, but it was also the only weapon he could use to fight the despair and loneliness of the last dragon in the world.

If those heavy burdens are the price he has to pay...... At least, before even Ed's smirk and the sparkle in Naria's eyes were swallowed up by darkness. He still has the strength to persevere.

...... He still had a reason to wake up.

After opening his eyes for a while, he still couldn't tell if he was in a dream or if he had woken up.

There are still undulating waves in my ears. The clear sunlight falls on the snow-white ground through the roses that climb all over the trellises, and there is the warmth of early summer in the wind, and there is also the fragrance of half-thanked roses with attachment, they are so vivid and real...... The snow-white patch that surrounded him was as dazzling as the never-melting ice and snow of a giant's spine.

He blinked his dry eyes vigorously, finally able to adjust to the overly dazzling whiteness, and sat up a little dazedly. Subconsciously reached out and touched the wound on his chest.

The wound was gone, and the skin under the fingers was smooth without a single scar.

He remembered how two sharp spears suddenly popped out from either side of the rudder, one blocked by the ice he had used to freeze the rudder. The other almost pierced his body...... He also remembered how he was dragged to deck playing dead, remembering the creature who had fallen under the Soul Curse, remembering how he barely turned back into human form to dodge another deadly attack on the uninhabited deck, and remembering the sudden appearance of the Unicorn. Remember Rosa and the elves who were always by his side...... Remember Karn's call.

"To the north. It said. "Follow the wind. ”

Before losing consciousness, he instinctively followed its call...... He believed in it.

- But Karn couldn't speak, not like that.

Even if it could sing—a very simple song, presumably engraved in its mind after repeated over and over again, so that it could imitate it, it would not understand the meaning of any of the words.

It will only imitate and repeat...... Just like a parrot.

Ise jumped out of bed, suddenly and uncontrollably furious—Karn didn't belong to him...... Karn used to be another dragon's pet, but now that it has been freed. You should no longer be controlled by anyone with ulterior motives!

He rushed out of the room, which didn't even have a door, a continuous stone pillar room. Dense plants surround the ...... like a wall The stone pavilion leaves only an exit surrounded by flowers.

The round white stone pavilion, built on the top of a small hillside, is simple and rustic, without any carvings, surrounded by roses, lined with a clear blue sky and sea, there is a kind of sacredness and beauty that is out of the world.

Isis looked around. He was on an island isolated from the sea, and from above, all the buildings dotted among the deep and shallow greenery seemed to be a pure white, reminding him of the Temple of Collins on Lake Starnestle...... Maybe it's because of Ed, now thinking of the place where he was once imprisoned, a trace of affection and nostalgia faintly rises in his heart.

Isis slowed his pace and descended the stairs of the only path, his anger dissipating in the soft, pure south wind.

Pure...... Yes, he was gradually aware of the uniqueness of this place. The wind and the sun, the waves and the scent of the flowers, all of them were surprisingly pure as if they had been filtered, and even the Enshi Valley, which was also far away from the hustle and bustle and hidden deep in the mountains under the protection of magic, did not have such a ...... It is as if the world was pure at the beginning of its existence.

This is supposed to be a place that a dragon with magic would love, but for some reason it makes him feel a little uncomfortable...... Just like the spotless white stone pavilion he had just left, it was too deliberately pure, but it lost its nature.

"Welcome back. ”

Rosa's laughing voice came from the shade of a tree not far away.

“...... I'm not dead. ”

Isis blurted out, but couldn't help but feel a little chagrined—they had been enemies and weren't friends yet, but at this moment, the female warrior was clearly genuinely glad that he had survived...... Why can't he honestly admit that he's happy too?

"I'm not so sure. Rosa smiled and walked over to him, not angry, "You were barely breathing when you were brought here. ”

"Almost. Iss shrugged, "If I do die, it will be Si...... Even Ed couldn't bring me back to life. ”

"I don't know much magic...... But the people here look pretty good. Rosa gave him a thoughtful look, "You...... Can you turn back into a dragon now?"

Isis was stunned for a moment, feeling a hint of unease in her calm tone.

He stepped back, trying to spread his wings - and there was no hindrance. In fact, it was easier than ever.

He wasn't going to transform completely...... But he couldn't control it, just like he couldn't control the flow of water and the blowing of the wind. He staggered, curled up Rosa with his tail and threw it on his back, flapping his wings off the ground and rushing down the hill clinging to the treetops.

There was a small meadow there...... And in the center of the meadow, a small pool of water is inlaid like a mirror.

(To be continued.) )