The leopard that dragged the body of the Black Rock Dwarf to the Dragonthorn Glade ran away after dropping the body, leaving no further news for the elves.

"Maybe it's gone to find Xiaobai. Ed said optimistically.

But they did be a little more cautious, although the elves hadn't found anything in the place where the dwarves had fallen. Maybe the danger was gone when they got there, maybe their instincts weren't as sharp as the leopard's...... In any case, it's always right to be careful.

When the sun rose, they reached their destination. The undispersed mist in the forest rose and fell like a light veil, the dew rolling on the blades of grass was as clear as a jewel in the sun, and the birdsong in the treetops was as usual, and there was nothing unusual to be seen. Where the dwarf landed, the blood had turned a dull black and red, and even human figures could be faintly visible in the broken branches and blades of grass.

It's not just the dwarves that break their necks.

“...... Even so, he's been holding the box?" Ed suddenly thought of something strange, "but the box is empty." ”

"Maybe the contents of the box hadn't been taken when he fell?" Ise replied casually.

“...... If so, wouldn't it be easier to just take the whole box?" Ed still felt that something was not right. He couldn't help but want to cast a spell and see what was going on at that time, but at this moment, in front of Mock and Is, he really didn't dare.

He couldn't think of an answer, and the elves were already scattered through the forest, each searching for suspicious traces. Even the little dragon in Is's arms, who had woken up from sleep, craned his neck and looked around curiously.

Isis stood by the bloodstains on the ground and looked up at the sky. A small blue spot emerges from the staggered foliage...... If the real danger is above the sky, it will not leave any trace in the forest.

"Actually," he said suddenly, "there's another dragon." ”

He knew that Ed wouldn't have thought of it, and he knew why Ed hadn't brought it up.

"Maybe it's more appropriate to call it a golem. "It's a magically manipulated puppet made from the bones of an ice dragon." It was created by a necromancer from the Archmage's Tower...... It was Scott who made him do it. ”

“...... Silver Fang?" Mork remembered the remains of the ancient ice dragon that had vanished from the top of the snowy mountains.

"And my mother. Iss lowered his eyes and spoke in a flat tone.

“...... The last time we saw it, it couldn't fly. "I want to find one that's strong enough to manipulate...... The power of the golem is not easy. ”

"But they didn't create it just to put it there as a statue. Isis suppressed his irritability—he really didn't want to discuss it.

He probably unconsciously tightened his arms. Nana struggled in his arms, grabbed his clothes and climbed onto his shoulders. He thought it would climb high enough and fall down contentedly, as it had done before, but the little dragon was flapping at the fragile one. Butterfly-like wings, thin wings, trying to fly.

It worked. It slid off Is's shoulder, and flew up for a short while, swaying in mid-air, up and down. As Iss was hesitating whether to let it fly on its own or grab it, it stretched out its claws and grabbed at the air, as if to grasp an invisible speck of dust.

The tips of its sharp claws shone slightly, but they weren't reflected sunlight.

What does it really catch...... A white thread stretched out from the tip of its claws, trembling slightly, and quickly extending in all directions, and in an instant it was like a spider's web in the forest.

Low exclamations came and went. What was originally hidden appeared clearly in front of everyone's eyes at this moment. Ed had the audacity to reach out his hand, and the glimmering thread could not be touched...... I don't know why Nana was able to do it.

He thought about the strangeness of the little dragon, and looked at the black shadows that were entwined between the silk threads, like prey caught by cobwebs, the enemies he had faced.

"Shadow ......," he muttered.

The monster that could only survive in the shadows was stuck between the nets and could not move, and gradually faded silently in the early morning sun, and it would probably not be long before it disappeared completely.

Hardy and his companions looked at each other in horror. They used to wear something like this without realizing it...... It's creepy to think about.

What made them even more creepy was that if the shadows hadn't been stopped here, but had sneaked into the forest, they would have arrived first, except for a human village not far from here, which was their camp.

Payne reached out and brushed the untouchable threads, his expression complicated.

"I know this. He said, "This is the silk that the sickle of light spits out." ”

Ed was taken aback: "That thing can still spit silk?!Aren't they beetles?!"

“...... Who told you it was a beetle?" asked Payne.

"Uh......"

Nobody, he had seen it himself, it flew like a bee, but it looked more like a beetle, and it was called a sickle of light, and it was so hard, it was not a beetle, could it be a butterfly......?! No, the important thing is, is this thing really alive?!

He fell into a trance under the huge impact.

"This thing...... Presumably the Black Rock Dwarves brought it in exchange for the gem. Payne whispered to Mock, "It's a gift from humans to the elves, but it was lost a long time ago. ”

Although he wanted to get back the gem that belonged to the dwarves, the messenger who came from afar had no intention of causing any conflict. They probably expected that the elves would not hand over the gems easily—if they were dwarves, they would probably not easily return to the elves what had fallen into their hands.

But now, what they brought in exchange protected the elves...... Payne was still unable to hand over the gem.

“...... Please give me a little more time. He said, "I will return the gem to you as soon as possible." ”

Before Mork could reply, they heard Is's roar.

"Spit it out!" the blond young man grabbed Nana's short neck and shook it rudely.

“...... Don't!" Ed pounced, "It's still a baby!"

"It's not as fragile as a human baby!" roared back, "You know what it eats?!"

Ed knows...... He'd seen it now. The little dragon, crawling around on the cobwebs that no one could touch, tore off a black shadow and stuffed it into its mouth—it was eating the shadow.

"You're a dragon!" Is's face darkened, "how can you eat that dirty thing?!"

The little dragon writhing in his hand and couldn't break free screamed angrily, and a small ball of light erupted from its open mouth.