It's not that the ice dragon can't hear Ed's voice. In fact, the moment Ed broke free from the black fog, it knew he had returned.

But it couldn't control its anger.

It knew exactly that it wasn't Ankland's match. Even if it had accepted the memories of all its ancestors and had all their skills, it would not be his match - not to mention that it did not. Moreover, it is indeed just a "young dragon".

But no one has ever dared to be so blatant, not just verbally treating him as an insignificant "little guy".

The elf's calm and easy appearance was an indescribable insult. Even if he has such qualifications...... It is also unacceptable.

It has not lost its mind. Its soul seemed to be split in two, half roaring in a raging rage, like an angry child, trying with all its might to teach the arrogant elf a lesson, while the other half calmly made judgments, knowing that it would not achieve its goal...... And the other party didn't really hurt it, so he simply took the opportunity to hone his fighting skills.

Today it has been able to do just that...... And admit that it's all itself. When one day it can be fused together, it means true maturity.

It half-leaped to its feet, its massive body as light as a cloud. The swiftly slashed claws carried the cold that could break the magic, but the long snake-like tail was already silently reaching behind Ankran.

The sudden rise of vines on the ground startled it slightly, but it was more of a joy - at least, it finally made him have to fight back, didn't it?

However, the vine rolled and wound towards Ankland, followed by falling ice vertebrae from the sky.

The ice dragon didn't know if it should be happy...... Realizing that he couldn't stop his friend, Ed chose to fight.

He even pulled the corners of his mouth when the ice dragon turned his head to look over, and the smile with a little helplessness was self-evident - since you want to fight, then have a good time!

This indulgence caused the ice dragon to quickly deflat, and another kind of anger was born. They're all the same...... Who is this child...... Who is it for?!

The ice dragon roared and changed direction. Feeling the inexplicable shift of anger as the huge shadow fell, Ed shrank carefully, not daring to be too obvious.

By the time he fell back to him, Iss had turned back into a human form, slapping him on the back of the head with a stiff face.

“...... I'm fine. Ed chuckled, involuntarily glancing at the cane in his hand.

The gray gem flashed lazily, as if in response to his gratitude.

"So...... Did you see that?"

Far away, across the courtyard, which had been largely destroyed, Anclam asked.

Ed didn't answer. To be honest, he wasn't sure what he was seeing was the real hell...... Or maybe it's just a fantasy that Anclan created for him.

Anclan lowered his eyes and didn't ask.

"Let's leave. He said, "You've got enough today." ”

He turned and disappeared into the shade of the tree. And slowly pacing over, Lydia spread her hands helplessly.

"I'd love to have someone to spend a little more time with me. She said, "But, look...... I'm not the master here. ”

Ed looked around, but he was a little embarrassed - he had smashed other people's homes in a mess, even if they were friends or foes, it was a bit unreasonable.

He thought for a moment, stretched out his left hand, and whispered to summon. A green glimmer flickered from his palm, like a whirlpool that drove the clear autumn air. The grass and trees that had fallen to the ground rose again, undulating with the wind, and the crimson roses stretched their petals in this season when they should not be in full bloom...... In a matter of moments, everything was back to normal.

Lydia clapped her hands with a smile.

"You're such a good boy. She praised it from the bottom of her heart.

The muscles in Ed's face twitched, growing more and more embarrassed.

"Well, a word of advice. Lydia leaned close to his ear, breathing with the sweet scent of roses, "Anytime...... Don't think that what you see with your eyes is real. ”

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When they looked back again, the beautiful garden was lost among the shadows of the trees—and they certainly wouldn't be able to find it in the same place next time.

But Ankeland isn't going to stay here for no reason.

Ed ran up a few steps, reaching for Is's belt as he walked forward.

"Let's go to Alamit. He said.

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Again, however, they found nothing.

"Even if he really hides something here, if he doesn't want us to find out...... Naturally, there is a way for him. ”

Isis reluctantly admitted.

"Maybe he didn't do anything. He just...... Waiting. ”

Ed, crouching on the ground, sighed sadly and threw away a weed he had picked up. After a while, he suddenly jumped over and picked it up.

“...... Are you going to change from a monkey to a frog?" said Is.

Ed did not respond. He lay on the ground, picking and choosing, pulling and pinching, like a chicken that was only seriously foraging for food on the grass. Before Isis could resist kicking him, he straightened up and looked around at the slightly yellowed grass in autumn for a moment.

"I knew something was wrong. He said.

"This is the root of the hundred veins. He stood up, showed Is's weeds in his hands, and pinched open the cylindrical pods, which were not yet fully ripe...... The shriveled and blackened seeds in it are obviously impossible to grow.

"Then," he said, crushing the other slender leaves to the tip of Is's nose, "this is the yellow flower...... Even if it doesn't smell as strong as it does when it's dried, it shouldn't smell like this. Also, this ......"

"Dandelion. Isis said, blowing casually. Under the fluttering white umbrella, the tiny seeds are also twisted and deformed.

These plants may seem normal, but they are not healthy. One or two strains may just be an accident, too many are abnormal.

"I know this is a land of magic, and it's chaotic and ......dangerous," said Ed, "but they shouldn't have always been like this, should they?

Even if some plants don't need seeds to reproduce, and for a long time, the meadow won't be able to look so "normal".

This must have happened recently.

Isis stared at him, but his expression was rather complicated.

“...... How did you find out?" he asked.

He is conceited by his keen perception...... He was conceited about his deeper connection to the world - but he felt nothing.

Ed was stunned.

"That's it...... I don't think it's right. He muttered, "I've dug up in the meadows of the Far North before, and I know what normal plants look like......

But now think about it...... At some point, he may have heard the whispers of the wind blowing through the grass.