Ed didn't understand the point of swinging a sword at a phantom...... Besides, the sword was obviously just a phantom. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info or is it going to be useful?

He looked at the dragon in confusion, but involuntarily retreated again.

Yan Long was originally just standing in front of the tower, slowly moving his eyes with the arrogance and slight anxiety of looking down on all beings, as if he was looking for something...... It shouldn't have been able to see them, but at this moment, those golden eyes were staring straight at the elf's raised greatsword, and its black pupils narrowed into two dangerous slits.

Even in the face of his friends, Ed always felt a little worried when he saw Is's eyes become like this. That's ...... after all Heterogeneous eyes.

Ed found him unwittingly retreating behind Ankran, as if instinctively seeking some kind of protection. His face was hot, and he silently retreated a little further. Passing over the elf's shoulder, he could still see the dragon's eyes clearly...... In that piece of gold, which was so bright that it was impossible to look at directly, it seemed that the figure of the elf could be faintly imprinted.

"It can ...... See you?" Ed pointed to the dragon's eyes in disbelief.

Anclan looked back at him thoughtfully.

"No," he said, "...... I think it's seeing you. ”

Ed was stunned, and for a moment he was cold.

He stared blankly at the approaching eyes, large enough to fit him in whole, and was horrified to make out the blurry blue shadow of a cane...... It seems like it's really him.

He didn't know what was going on...... He felt he should run away, he wasn't ready to face a dragon that was already as powerful as a god. Or should he at least resist a little...... But his body froze in place, and he couldn't make a sound in his throat, and he thought that he had probably turned to ashes, and all that stood here was his dead soul before he could react......

In the next moment, the dragon's form froze slightly, and for some reason it suddenly became furious, and suddenly lunged forward, and its sharp claws roared, cutting the immobile Ed in half.

...... It doesn't seem to be.

Ed, who didn't feel the pain, looked down at his toes in a daze, and then touched his unharmed body in horror. Beneath his fingertips, through the sweat-soaked fabric, his flesh was warm and real, neither torn to shreds nor an ethereal shadow.

Then he looked up blankly. The dragon, which had suddenly lost its purpose, had regained its composure after a burst of rage, but it seemed even more dangerous in the gloom...... Its eyes were almost in front of him, but there was no shadow of him in them—even if half of his body was stacked against its mouth.

Ed's scalp was numb, and he still didn't dare to move, but Anklan, who had flashed to the side, was laughing.

"Interesting. He said.

“...... Explain?" Ed's voice was dry.

"It's hard. Ankelan replied.

Ed opened his mouth in vain, a rare fit of irritability and powerlessness in the face of Icabird.

"But I should probably thank you. Ankeland said, "...... Or maybe you should thank me. ”

He turned and calmly swung his greatsword.

He was standing on the other side of the huge head. The blade of the sword slashed through the dragon's neck without hindrance, seemingly only uselessly slicing through the air. However, the dragon jerked up and roared.

For the first time, Ed actually heard its voice—a sound that thundered through his soul and nearly shattered him from the inside out.

Ed watched the blood gushing from his nose drip onto the hem of his clothes, but suddenly he was unusually calm.

He's been through this...... When Tylina tries to summon the "gods" by using him as a sacrifice.

“...... What should I thank you for?" he asked calmly.

Do you think of him as the piece of meat on the trap?

"Thank you for teaching you how to defeat an enemy you would never have been able to defeat - thank you for showing you what it really is. Ankelan replied lightly, "Thank you for your self-killed uncle...... Leave a little bit of life. ”

The Sword of Acton trembled slightly in his hand as if it had life, distorting, blurring, vanishing, as if the blow had exhausted all its power. The dragon stepped back in silence, the surprise sword leaving no wound on its neck...... It's not that it doesn't hurt at all.

It returned to its original posture and stood proudly under the tower, its slightly narrowed eyes still as hot as flames, but also as cold as ice.

It opens its mouth. Ed could no longer hear it, but Anclin repeated it softly:

"Goodbye. ”

That's not a goodbye...... Rather, it is a declaration of war.

Flames burst from the dragon's broad wings and spread throughout the body in an instant. Blazing Wing—Ed thought about the old name, which wasn't his real name, but it was so apt.

The flame burst into the sky, leaving a bright trail in Ed's blood-blurred vision, still burning in his eyes long after.

Silence returned to the surroundings...... No, there had been a dead silence all around, and the only thing Ed could hear was Ankland's voice other than the roar that erupted in his soul.

"If the next time you face it, you're just going to just stand there and be a bait...... Perhaps it's best to choose to give up now. ”

The elf's tone reverted to its original indifference, as if it wasn't him at all who didn't hesitate to use Ed as bait.

Ed silently wiped the blood from his face, and inexplicably heard a trace of anger from this sentence.

"Next ......time," he swallowed, a mouthful of fishy saliva, "when? I don't mind doing a few more baits to get used to going against a fiery dragon who is about to become a god...... If you can guarantee that I won't be swallowed in one bite. I'm supposed to be a pretty good bait, aren't I?"

He hadn't figured out what the hell was going on. He was still trying to discern which part of what he saw was real and what part was merely an illusion, which part existed in the past and which part had just happened...... If that's what Helina has been facing since birth, it can really drive people crazy...... But he could only try to accept it.

He thought he had surprised Ankelan a little. The elf's gaze lingered on him for a long time, and those green eyes faintly made him feel a familiar temperature.

...... But he's not Norvi. Ed admonished himself secretly.

He is also an "enemy".

Anclan withdrew his gaze and turned to the tower.

Ed scratched his head and followed very consciously.

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