"We're here. ”

Kormit drew a rudimentary map of the ground with a twig, drawing a short line from the direction of their location to the east: "The nearest villages are the ...... of Walland and Cantril"

He glanced involuntarily at Durou, and the young hunter stared at the ground in silence, with little expression on his face—he was a native of Valander, who had been away from home for months, and was so close that he could not go back, and it was obviously not very pleasant for him to go back.

Kormit's branches silently skirted Valand and stretched to the southeast.

"From here you can take a shortcut to the Sidney Basin. As far as I know, the temple is about to be built, and they are preparing to have a big celebration early next month, less than ten days away...... Copas will definitely be there, and even the Sage may appear. But there are a lot of familiar faces there, and it's not easy to get in. ”

"Why 'get in' in?" Kerion raised an eyebrow at him, "aren't you the priest of Nesses? have they already charged you with some heinous crimes? Even if you have been found guilty, in a crowded place, they can't cut off your head at a celebration if you make a public claim otherwise—and they may not be able to." ”

Kurmit smiled wryly, vaguely feeling that he shouldn't have brought up Scott...... That seemed to make Kellian even more afraid that the world would not be in chaos.

But what he said was not entirely unreasonable...... Copas spent most of the time in the open, and if they just kept avoiding everyone and running away, it would be difficult to get any results. There are of course dangers in the most direct way...... There may be an unexpected turn for the better.

In the worst-case scenario, they also have a dragon...... One even if Scott wasn't there. No one dared to hurt the dragon - at least not in front of so many believers.

"That'...... Shall we go to the temple?" he asked the other two companions, and Travis nodded listlessly, as if it didn't make much difference to him where he went. Duru was silent for a long time before nodding his head slightly.

"So be it. Kormit wiped the scratches from the ground with his foot, "Get a good night's rest and leave early tomorrow morning." ”.

It was said to be "one night", but that night was actually only half left. Kormit volunteered to keep vigil, and Kellian fell asleep happily.

Ice dragons are drowsy, that's a fact that many humans know. But Kellian hadn't been able to sleep for a long time. He just lay there motionless, listening to the wind scurrying through the treetops. I heard the sudden chirping of night birds...... The sounds of the forest were familiar to him since he was a child, but they didn't bring him much comfort.

He doesn't belong here...... Ice dragons belong to the cold wind, snow-covered peaks all year round. An isolated island frozen in the far north, the memories of our ancestors, who occasionally overflowed the embankment, are more nostalgic for the howling howls or whimpering of the cold wind against the solid rocks. It's snowflakes that fall on a windless night......

The voices in my ears and the voices in my memory gradually blended into a confusion. And in those nostalgic voices, he heard some kind of familiar call, as if he had traveled through a long time, or from another world, distant, vague...... But it's hard to ignore.

"Is...... Iscontia Chrissus ......"

The voice called his name in the ancient language, over and over again.

Kellian sat up sharply - years ago...... He had heard the same call. For him, it almost meant the end of one life and the beginning of another.

...... How dare she call him like that!

It's nearly dawn. Sitting by the fire in a daze, Kormit was clearly startled by him.

“...... Do you hear anything?" he asked, his hand reaching for his hammer.

Kellian shook his head.

"Pee. He replied rudely. Jumped up.

He walked a short distance, and did not stop until the moonlight completely replaced the firelight and fell quietly on him.

“...... Come out. He spoke, his voice colder than the moonlight.

A chuckle rang out in the night, and Lydia stepped out of the shadow of a straight spruce tree.

"I like the way you look. She tilted her head and looked at him with a smile, "Blonde hair and blue eyes or something, I'm really tired of seeing too much." ”

"How did you know I was here?" asked Kellian, grabbing his hair, exasperated. He also deliberately had Inglis cast a spell that interfered with Scott's spells, making it impossible for him to determine his location...... Isn't that the only spell that needs to be interfered with?!

"I don't know. Lydia leaned lazily against the tree, "I just heard about a little mess in Balach, and wanted to see if there was anything to make ...... Unexpectedly, I found another surprise. ”

Kellian glared at her warily, a little puzzled. They did not cause much confusion in Balach...... Aside from the battle at Travis's house, which ended so quickly, few people knew about it. If Lydia could "hear" about it so quickly...... Did she hide her eyeliner from the followers of Nasher, or was she in collusion with them in the first place? Given her connection to Ankeland and the bloody way of the sacrifice, it didn't seem impossible.

- Does Scott know? Or is he the one Lydia "colluded with"?......

He squeezed down the question that had popped up - it couldn't be!

Lydia was clearly more interested in the other issue at the moment.

"Who taught you such a great shapeshift?" she asked him, "did you learn it yourself? I'm afraid even your brother might not recognize you...... But I have to say, Is, if you don't want to be easily spotted, you have to change the way you walk. And, it's a waste of your perfect transformation to run over as soon as you hear something. ”

The muscles in the corners of the eyes twitched involuntarily. Realizing that it was because he couldn't hold his breath that he revealed his identity made Kailian chagrined, but he quickly suppressed his anger and remained silent with a cold face.

He wasn't going to ask anything more. The woman in front of her is not only good at spells, her every word seems to be true and false, and it is difficult to distinguish between ...... Besides, if she wanted to tell him something, she would say it even if he didn't ask.

But Lydia didn't seem to intend to say anything more, she smiled at him, her eyes almost gentle. That made Kellian even more uncomfortable.

“...... What the hell are you here for?" he finally asked.

Lydia shrugged, "Just to make sure this is really you...... It would certainly be better to have a chat with me if you wanted, but you obviously don't want to. ”

She lowered her eyes, looking a little lonely.

"I'm going to feel lonely, too, Is...... Sometimes I can't even find someone to talk to, and I don't have to worry about suddenly backhanding me with a knife. ”

“...... I'm not sure I'm going to give you an arrow backhand. Kerian said with a stiff face, though he didn't really have his bow and arrows with him.

Lydia laughed.

"No, you won't. She said firmly, her dark green eyes in the moonlight vaguely remembering the temperature, which made Kellian panic for no reason.

He jerked around and walked back to camp. Lydia's low voice floated from behind him, as if with a sad sigh.

"Be careful, Is...... I know you don't believe Scott is going to hurt you...... But he may have to. ”

Kellian's footsteps involuntarily stopped, and when he turned back, Lydia was gone.

He stood there for a long time, distraught.

The footsteps of another man sounded, and he looked up and saw Duru standing there with a pale face.

It seems that he is not the only one who can't sleep.

“...... Who is that?" asked the young hunter, who hadn't said a word for a long time, in a hoarse voice, his eyes burning and unusually bright.

Kellian looked back at him coldly, not answering.

"I've heard of women like her...... We've been warned many times. Deru's hand pointed to the darkness, where Lydia had disappeared, "black hair, a ghostly white face, red lips like blood, always smiling, fond of wearing long red or green dresses, gorgeous as if she were going to a ball in the castle...... A very beautiful woman...... That's Lydia, Lydia Bell, the necromancer...... Isn't it?"

His dry voice trembled, and there was an uncontrollable excitement.

“...... So what?" Kellian, who never liked to be questioned, asked angrily.

Duru stood stiffly, his eyes changing, and his long-suppressed emotions finally exploded.

"Liar...... Demons!"

He shouted, his body shaking, as if he didn't know whether to duck backwards or rush up to attack, "You lied to us...... It's all your trick! I have to tell the pastor...... I have to ......."

"What the hell is going on?"

Kormit tore open the branches that stood in his way and walked over to them with a helpless expression.

"Dangerous...... It's a trap, my lord!" Druw rushed at him, his arms outstretched.

Kellian raised an eyebrow - no matter what, it didn't seem like he was useless to protect Kormit at such times.

But Kormit was actually taller and stronger than him. The protected priest looked over his head at Kellian suspiciously, and then into the darkness around him, as if he didn't see any danger.

"He's the necromancer's man!" Chosen by Kormit for his calm personality, Duru, who was unfortunately involved in this chaos, had completely lost his usual calm, and his voice changed his tone in the forest, "I saw it with my own eyes!

Kormit looked at Kellian in surprise, and Kelion glared back at him without flinching, a slight tingle in his heart.

He is not going to deny, even if that means doubt, spit on ...... Or even fighting.

Maybe...... He shouldn't have been with these people at all.

(To be continued......)