There are two paths that Is's remembers. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info accompanied by Nia can't stop chattering - when he feels uneasy, the little thief is always very talkative.

Even at a young age, Iss could vaguely perceive that Nia's uneasiness was not due to the mechanisms in the labyrinth that he had scoffed at, but because of the place he should not have entered...... Not to mention a little, curious and excited boy who didn't know what fear was.

This isn't the place for harmless adventure games.

As Niah feared, Scott's anger was unprecedented. The other way, the way out of the labyrinth, was remembered by Iss with utter silence and drowsy footsteps.

Nia didn't say a word for herself. Although if he hadn't been discovered by Iss when he was breaking the door, he probably didn't have any intention of bringing a little boy who could be as elusive as him.

Walking alone in the labyrinth again, the memories that flooded back made Iss a little trance. He clearly remembered that he had fallen asleep when he left the labyrinth - and when he realized that the road ahead was becoming more and more dangerous, Nia decisively chose to go back the way he came, but he was inexplicably lost.

“...... Your brother will find us. ”

He comforted Is, then sat down and told him a bunch of all sorts of stories. But during the long wait, Iss fell asleep and woke up in his bed. But now, he could clearly remember the terrifyingly gloomy face of Scott, who had been holding him all the way, the look that Allen had looked at Nia with a hint of helplessness and sympathy mixed in reproach, and the figure of Nia who was dejected, wiping tears and silently following...... Even every different rune on the wall, every distorted and forgotten fact on the relief.

It was as if one of them had fallen asleep, while the other he was still awake and watching everything.

It felt weird. But at least...... He won't get lost again.

Like a drop of blood falling into Lake Starnestle, the water swept away without a trace, and the scorched magical aura had disappeared into the labyrinth's thicker breath, completely imperceptible, and untraceable.

Entering the oldest passage without any danger, and approaching the end of his last "adventure", Iss realized that he had probably made a mistake - he really couldn't get lost, but the enemies who broke into it were likely to get lost somewhere, or have already retreated.

He hesitated. If he can't find the enemy, he can find the source of the earthquake, but if he goes any further, even he may lose his way.

A gentle breeze greeted you, carrying with you the moisture of moisture. When I close my eyes, I can faintly hear the sound of crumbling, like waves crashing against rocks. In the midst of that......

In the midst of it, there was an extremely regular tapping sound, unhurried, echoing between the rocks.

The voice wasn't far from him.

Iss opened his eyes suddenly, his pupils that spread out in the darkness contracted slightly.

Aaron Mancini hesitated to stop.

The road ahead was already submerged in water, and a little farther away was a pool of water that was not large or small, and it was clearly not calm under the murky water. The strong tremor a year ago tore a huge wound in the labyrinth, and the water of the Vinz River poured in out of nowhere. What he was looking for had probably been soaked in water, but he didn't dare to move forward.

He could breathe in the water - it was a very simple spell, but it was perhaps a shrine to the god of water that was older than the old temple on Lake Starnestle.

Staring at the yellow, impenetrable water, he instinctively sensed some kind of danger, and even unconsciously took a step back as the gently undulating water slapped lazily against his feet.

Almost at the same moment, he felt a chill that stabbed straight into his vest like a blade.

He jerked back. At the other end of the passage, a vague figure approached silently from the darkness, a pair of golden eyes burning with scorching murderous intent.

Scott - when the name popped up, he instinctively wanted to run away. He can laugh at the innocence of a man who has not changed when he comes back from the dead, but he is definitely not Scott's opponent when he faces the enemy head-on......

The faint light finally illuminated the too-young face. The same blonde hair and blue eyes, similar looks...... But even the anger is pure and bright.

"Is...... Chrissus, the last dragon. ”

Mancini spoke softly in amazement, his greedy gaze brushing over the human form, slightly regretful.

A few years ago, when he told Baie Young that he wanted the dragon's corpse as his little collection...... That's not exactly a lie.

The man's snake-like sticky gaze made Iss sick. He didn't know him...... There is no need to recognize.

The water condensed in the palm of his hand, and he raised his hand to throw out an ice pick. The man who didn't expect him to attack without making a sound hurriedly waved his cane, and the action was very ridiculous. What had derailed the icicle was obviously the defensive spell he had already applied to him, but the flash, unformed flash of lightning allowed Iss to be sure that it was the one who had set the trap at the entrance.

But this is not a mage at all. His strength came from that cane, and perhaps something else hidden in him...... But it definitely didn't come from him.

Iss was a little incredulous - could even such a guy be able to break into the labyrinth?

Before the man could speak again, he had already lunged over. Although it has been possible to use more spells...... Without a bow and arrow in hand, it is still much easier to beat someone with a fist.

The man staggered back. Before Is's fist landed on his face, he had already slipped under his feet, falling to the sky, and the punch had lost its purpose.

The knuckles brushed over his shiny forehead, enveloped in heavy air, stuck in the mud and unable to move forward, unable to break free.

Iss frowned slightly. Suddenly, as if someone had struck him with a huge hammer, the whole person flew backwards involuntarily.

By the time he landed, he had regained his balance, and his face was gloomy as he stared at the embarrassed but quickly rising man from the water...... and the rings on his left hand, which he had not yet put down, were embedded with various gemstones.

He underestimated him...... But the blow hurt a little, but it also freed him from the strange, invisible spider-web-like defensive spells.

A vague thought flashed through my mind when the twin blades forged by ice appeared in my hand - the spell wasn't weird, it was just...... It's very old.

“...... Who are you?"

Confused, he finally couldn't help but ask.

. (To be continued.) )