“...... Dragon language. Isis said, watching the wound on his hand disappear in the shimmer.

Nana poked her head out and aggrievedly stretched out her little paw to Ed that had been bitten by herself—the little creature hadn't even bitten through the skin, and it looked only slightly swollen.

Ed rubbed it casually, not knowing what to say to Is.

What he had just read was indeed the language of the dragon...... Dragons, however, do not heal spells. No one could teach him how the spell came into his head, he couldn't tell.

He had been smug in thinking that the spells that no one had cast were the creations of his genius, but now he suspected that they were instincts engraved in his soul by the memories he had, like the dragon's inheritance...... It's just that it's his own memory.

“...... Do you remember?" he asked rhetorically after a moment of silence.

Iss frowned slightly, "A spell isn't just a spell. ”

Ed took his hand and pronounced the incantation again clearly.

The dragon's language is condescending, the syllables are sonorous, and it is extremely difficult to pronounce, but fortunately, the meaning of a character is more complex than that of the ancient elves, and the spell is extraordinarily short. In that very short period of time, the condensation, transformation and release of power were actually quite simple, but it was difficult to describe in words.

There's no fancy calculation in that, it's more like ...... The mind moved.

This is the only way that Ed can make Iss feel the flow of power. He channeled the power through Is's body, slowing the process down in an effort that made him feel every slight change.

He's actually teaching a dragon how to cast spells—and he has mixed feelings when he realizes this.

Isis did not refuse. But when Ed repeated the spell for the third time, he shook his head and withdrew his hand.

"It didn't work. "All I can use is the power in my body...... It's fixed within some kind of limit by my race, my bloodline, and it doesn't change much. ”

"But," Ed was puzzled, "it was you who taught me how to perceive the world, how to control its own power......"

He remembered the sudden wind on Rainbow Bend Island and the flowers that bloomed in an instant...... I remember that the ice dragon was even frightened and guided his voice.

"I can teach you, but I can't do it myself. "I can summon a blizzard in the cold northern land, but I can't turn the snow into flowers – you can." ”

"I don'......t understand," muttered Ed, "but I'm in dragon language......"

"Nothing I don't understand. Isis had expected it, so he was not discouraged, "We have been created too powerful, and if there were no limits, this world might have been destroyed by us countless times...... I don't know why you use dragon language, but you can try, maybe in Elven language, or even lingua franca, it's not impossible to do it. Language is just ...... The pen used to draw the lines, and in the end, the symbols you draw, are useful. ”

Ed bowed his head in contemplation. He admits that Iss has a point...... After all, he can't know himself better than a dragon, but he always feels that something is wrong, and he can't say it for a while.

Also, Iss was a little too calm, and he should have been the one who was most affected.

"You...... Is it really okay?" he asked cautiously.

“...... Something. Isse replied, "But I can handle it." ”

His consciousness was still raging, but he had a fortress strong enough to withstand the storm. He built it not to preserve the past, but to protect the future.

It wasn't a castle on the sand that would collapse easily.

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The moon rose over the dark sea, like a pale and indifferent face, looking down at it for thousands of years, and bidding farewell to the world for thousands of years.

It has seen how all things are born, and it will see how all things fall silent.

The island where it had long slept was now a barren and silent black shadow in the moonlight. All the carefully built temples and the winding corridors of the forest are only craggy skeletons, and there is no longer the sacredness and tranquility shrouded in the glimmer of the past.

No, there is still tranquility...... True, eternal peace.

The water rose slowly, across the silvery sand, and the power that woke up with another tide passed through the dim, blurred figure of the elven light, and every moment the waves caressed him, every breeze that swept through him, brought back to him what he had lost.

The elf leaned down and scooped up a handful of seawater, letting the cold water drip from his fingers. He felt its temperature, felt the wonderful touch it felt as it slid over his skin, and marveled at it.

A dark shadow floated over him. He looked up, and the huge magic ship raised its black sails and rode away leisurely in the wind.

It's a goodbye, but also a reminder.

The elf smiled slightly.

Mankind...... How interesting.

Wings stretched out from behind him. The interlaced lines are like leaf veins, and insect-eaten spots are scattered on them. It opens in the wind, like a full sail, like a forest sea that rises and falls in the wind.

The spotted leaf dragon flapped its wings and soared into the air, skimming low across the sea. The white spray bloomed on the waves it brought up, and then withered in a hurry. It circled, churned, little by little to find the real flight in its memory, and then turned to fly northeast.

It can cross thousands of miles in an instant, but at the moment it prefers to use its wings to cross thousands of waves.

The chaos of the older moon in the night sky won't last long...... But enough time has been given to it.

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Ed forced himself to look away from the full moon. The shadows of the moon were clear and picturesque, forming strange patterns, and he involuntarily traced them over and over again in his mind, trying to read the meaning...... But after stumbling on the steps and almost falling to the ground, he could only draw his attention back to what was in front of him.

He walked through the lush flowers and trees of the temple of the god of water, becoming more and more uneasy by the silence around him.

He also had a lot of anxiety when he left home - even believing in his friends did not hinder him...... As Iss used to joke, he was worried "like an old hen".

But he's more worried about it here.

The Temple of the Water God was heavily defended, but many were set up by Felicity...... Or in the manner of Professor Felicity. Felicity, on the other hand, is a whisperer.

Her spells are a mix of different ways and use different powers. One is flexible and changeable, and the other is rock-solid and difficult to shake. Normally, there is nothing wrong with such a circle, and it is even more powerful, but tonight...... Under the magic moon, the power that erupts in an instant may be beyond the scope of the "changes" that those magic circles can accept.

The temporary failure of the defenses was not a big problem, and the priests and paladins in the temple were not decorations placed there, not to mention that Fili was there...... But there's still a phantom locked up inside.

Even if he had managed to capture it once, he didn't dare to underestimate the cunning fellow.