Without Celebrian's presence, Ed really didn't know how to deal with the father and daughter who suddenly had an awkward relationship.

The half-elf just said "Allen," which sounded almost emotionless. It solved the tense and stiff atmosphere that made him feel at a loss. Eren let go of her daughter in silence, and Naria no longer glared at her father, but she still stubbornly twisted her head to the side and never said a word to Eren again.

So when the half-elf unexpectedly decided to spend the night in the castle, Ed woke up the butler almost happily and arranged the room near Alan's room as quickly as he could.

He also noticed the half-elf's forcibly suppressed gasps and Allen's worried gaze, but the creature that was colder than a ghost exuded an aura of unapproachability from beginning to end, preventing him from even a word of greeting.

Naria was still angry, but quickly went to the kitchen, intending to get something to eat for the half-elves.

"He spent two or three days at my house and ate almost nothing. She was angry and worried, "Even the priest of the moon god can't live on moonlight alone, right?"

Ed circled around her, trying to help, but was soon impatiently kicked out of the kitchen by Naria.

He wandered around the half-elf and Alan's room for a while, and finally returned to his room and fell asleep.

He heard someone calling out to him. The voice was like his mother at one moment, Naria at another, and finally he could tell that it was Is's voice.

When he opened his eyes, he knew he was in a dream. The edges of everything in the room were shaking vaguely, except for the blonde boy standing in front of his bed, clear as if it were real.

Isis was the same as when they had last met, with a quiet, reserved smile in his light blue eyes.

"Is," Ed called softly, "where have you been?"

The boy didn't answer, he raised his arm and pointed to the door, smiled at him, and then turned and walked out.

Ed immediately jumped out of bed and followed—this was a dream, wasn't it?

They walked through the hallway as if they were walking on water, everything around them was blurry, and he could feel the cold air running through his skin with each step. At first it was just the two of them, and then he saw a dark-haired boy running past him and almost hitting him.

"Hey...... That's me!" he said in amazement. He had just moved in a few years earlier, driven by excitement and curiosity, and the wind ran through every corridor of the castle.

More figures suddenly appeared and disappeared. He saw a little blonde boy jumping on his brother's back from behind, they had identical light blue eyes, he saw a young couple smiling at each other with their newborn babies in their arms, a pair of brothers arguing fiercely, a middle-aged knight walking alone, a resolute face full of loss, he saw the flames licking the curtains fiercely, and the silver-haired old woman surrounded by flames, but only calmly looking out the window, he saw the young king in armor followed by his loyal knight, he saw a blonde girl running by on tiptoe like a newborn fawn, her reddish cheeks thumping his heart......

"Don't follow them," Iss warned softly, "you'll get lost." ”

"What are those?" Ed took a few quick steps, keeping up with Is's blurred back for a moment, "Where are we going?"

"Those are just memories. ”

"Whose memory?"

"The castle. ”

“...... Is the castle alive?"

"In a sense. ”

"Oooh...... Awesome!" Ed jumped excitedly, "I've heard that ancient dwarves could talk to rocks, so, is that true? Can castles talk? Can I hear me?"

Isis walked forward in silence and did not reply again.

“...... Where the hell are we going?"

Still no answer.

The corridor seemed to have no end, and Ed's eyes were once again drawn to the "memories" that kept passing around him, and by the time he came back to his senses, Is's figure had disappeared.

"Is!" Ed looked around blankly, surprised to find that the flickering figures had all disappeared in an instant, leaving him alone in the middle of the empty hallway.

"Isn't that a friend...... I'm not enough," he muttered. Turning his head, there was only a swirling mist behind him, and there was no way out.

He stubbornly continued to walk forward, reassuring himself over and over again: "It's just a dream. It's just a dream, it's just a dream, it's just a dream......"

When he saw the blurred shadow in front of him again, he was so excited that he pounced.

"Is!" he cried, but all he held in his arms was a cloud of mist that curled and scattered in his gaze.

He began to feel a little scared, but he didn't know how to wake up.

The mist condensed into the shape of a human again, and this time Ed carefully took a step back.

That's not Is.

It was a white-haired old man, with a rickety, staggering footsteps, and walking alone in the fog that was diffuse, tumbling, and gradually thickening.

Everything disappeared into the thick fog. Ed spun around in a panic, having no choice but to keep up with the only figure he could see.

He tried to talk to the old man, but got no response, he tried to overtake the old man to see if he could see his face, but he couldn't do it anyway.

The journey was too long, and boredom overcame fear. When Ed began to think about whether he should pinch himself harder, it suddenly became clear to him. The fog dissipated, and six stone statues stood silently in front of him.

He returned to the chamber.

“...... That's all?" Ed spread his hands in disbelief, "If you want me to come back here, you don't need to go to such trouble! Just tell me!" He didn't know if anyone could hear him, but he was really, quite dissatisfied.

- And he's really scared.

The location of the iron gate was still a cloud of fog, and he guessed that he couldn't get out now, so he simply looked around again. The chamber was still filled with a soft light, a light cooler than the moonlight, like the waves of water.

He noticed that he was not alone. On the ground on the other side of the statue, a man sits.

The man buried his face in his hands, and when he looked up, the familiar young face was full of indescribable pain, sadness, and despair. Ed's heart was shocked, and he almost wanted to run away. The emotions were so strong that he felt as if he was suffocating.

He realizes that he is facing the legendary poor young man, the owner of Chrysers Castle hundreds of years ago. And he didn't even know his name.

He tried to say hello loudly, dangling in front of the young man, holding his hand over the other's body with an eerie sensation, and finally confirmed that they were completely unable to communicate.

He was just an impotent bystander, watching remorse devour the lonely soul bit by bit, watching him trembling and caressing every stone statue and frantically toppling them all, watching him cry incessantly, curse, pray, plead, and get no answer.

He didn't know that people cry in their dreams.

The hot liquid gushed out of his eyes uncontrollably, and he crouched on the ground with his head in his hands and screamed.

"Enough! stop!" he yelled at the man in control, "why did you bring me here! If you want to do something, don't let me just watch! I hate it!"

A cold hand touched his forehead. He looked up, and in the blurred tears he saw Is's face with pity and guilt again.

The blonde boy held out his hand and directed his gaze to the center of the chamber.

In the middle of the air, there was a small ball of light, only the size of a marble, emitting an extremely shallow blue-white soft light, cold, but extremely gentle.

He noticed that the young man opposite was looking in the same direction as him.

The young man stood up, gazing at the glimmer of light in fascination. He seemed to hear something, and awe and hope appeared on his haggard face, and then faded little by little, and finally replaced by deeper despair.

He shook his head repeatedly, angry and tired. When the ball of light flickered and dimmed, as if it was about to disappear, he jerked out his hand and took the ball of light into his hand.

The sudden darkness seems to pull people into a bottomless abyss. Ed struggled to wake up from his dream, gasping for air, beating his chest to soothe his wildly beating heart.

"I knew it was a dream. He gasped and muttered to himself, cradling the pillow into his arms and rolling around in a ball.

When he felt completely calmed down, he leaped to his feet, rushed out of the room barefoot, and despite the frightened looks of the early servants, he rushed back to the chamber unhindered in the deepest darkness before dawn, and with all his strength removed the heavy lid of the sarcophagus, and turned out a small, crystalline ball under the boneless palms of the hands that had been folded on his chest, covered with centuries of dust and sorrow, and lay dimly in the palm of his hand.

"I knew it wasn't a dream!" Ed said to himself with a smug crack.

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