"But that won't be your only mission, will it?" Ed asked, "After all, it's not that easy to get you out of the Enshi Valley. ”

"What a 'mission,'" Raven waved disdainfully, "I don't think of him as my mother chicken, it's just a deal." I did him a favor and he turned me into a dragon. ”

Ed froze: "Change, become...... What?!"

"Dragons. ”

“...... No amount of magic can turn a man into a dragon!" said Ed, "This is ......"

"Rules?" rook snorted, "rules are meant to be broken. What's more, the Whisperer originally had dragon blood, didn't he?"

Ed suddenly remembered that in the vault beneath Fort Lock, Jay Oylan had scaly skin—perhaps it wasn't entirely impossible.

He still felt that something was wrong, but that wasn't the point right now.

"What else did he tell you?" he asked, "...... It shouldn't be his idea to lock Isis in another dimension, right?"

"Oh, that's the little devil's idea. "Although he didn't say it directly, there was nothing wrong with his fears—a real dragon should not get into the mess of the present situation, and I have always objected to it...... He's the last dragon! It's really just to protect him......"

...... It's not the last dragon.

Ed suddenly felt that it was better not to let Nana fall into the eyes of this woman, her obsession with dragons was so hot that it was a little terrifying.

"It's a pity that it's not closed. The crow shrugged, and didn't look very sorry, "Hey, little guy, I helped you anyway, if he goes crazy and tears me to pieces or something, you'll stop him, right?"

“...... He won't. Ed had a headache, "And, what the hell have you helped me with so far?!"

"Help you recognize reality?" Raven was careless, and slowly straightened his hair when Ed couldn't bear to take any longer: "Okay." If your brains haven't been completely boiled, you should have found some people who have discovered their 'power' because of the rising moon, not too many, not too little...... But most people don't know how to control it - I can teach you. I can make them 'useful' in the shortest amount of time, and that's what you need most right now, isn't it?"

“...... Yes. "We found some people, but most of them were ...... abilities."

Indescribable.

"Not surprising at all. "Our power is in our blood and in our souls, and what you think when it awakens often determines the form in which it manifests." Sometimes it seems useless, but the darkest rock formations hide the brightest gem, find it...... Or forge it into what you want it to be, and White Rock has spent thousands of years researching this - no ability is absolutely useless. ”

"Why the Saxes ......"

"Why don't you do this yourself?" continued, "why doesn't he make himself the god who saves everything? See, I asked him this, but what he wanted was for the whisperers to be accepted by the world, and he wanted them to truly integrate into the world that belonged to them, rather than become an independent force under his wings, finally strong enough not to be bullied and hurt, but still feared and rejected...... Seriously, I don't know how a guy who died so badly and 'lived' so lonely could be so naïve, but if that's what he wants, I don't have much to say. ”

"I ...... Will do its best. Ed said.

"It's better to be so. The crow's eyes cooled slightly, "We don't have much time...... The Enchanted Moon will awaken more power, but the weakened world can no longer sustain its existence. The sun and the moon may find another balance, or they may no longer be as compatible with each other as they were at the beginning, and the world may be desperate, or it may fall apart sooner......"

"Saxis," Sean said suddenly, "if he can make the full moon rise, can he make it disappear too." ”

"Do you think you'll have more time if the full moon doesn't rise?" the crow's gaze slanted coldly, "do you think that chattering prayers will make you invincible? When the rain stops falling, the earth will soon dry up - and the end of what you have left of your strength will be visible at a glance. Many years ago, the moon was able to set off a monstrous flood, and it was imprisoned in darkness, and when it returned, of course, it would not only bring a gentle drizzle, but there was the most primitive power in its violent disorder, and there was the first vitality...... It depends only on whether you find destruction or rebirth. ”

"We. Ed repeated endlessly, "It's 'we.'" ”

The white crow was stunned, and only exhaled for a while: "...... You're ......."

Her ferocious momentum was cut off by such an inexplicable horizontal knife, and there was no way to continue.

"I used to think you got this far out of pure luck. She sighed with a complicated expression, "Because the last person the dragon met who could treat him as a friend was you...... Because he chose you. ”

"Then he didn't make the wrong choice. Ed cheekily rubbed his hands, "So, can we start?"

The white crow was quiet for a moment.

"One last question. She said, "Who took the ...... The kid?

Her voice was cold...... She was not grateful for it. It seemed to her that the old mage, who might have saved her child, had also deceived him, and the latter was clearly unforgivable.

She gave him the most trust, and therefore hated any deception in particular.

"Quincy Wifled. Sean gave her an unexpected answer, "Your husband may have failed you and even deliberately used you, but as a father, he is not bad enough to go crazy." ”

The white crow was silent for a moment, and gave him a disdainful chuckle in return.

"So you're accusing me of not thinking about 'he might not be that bad, I should have let him die a nice death' when he slashed my sword at my neck?"

Sean frowned, "I'm just telling you the facts. ”

Ed stood aside, silent. He has become more and more aware that in the vast majority of cases, there is nothing twisted and circumvented when Sean speaks, and when understood in the most superficial sense, it is usually the most correct - but the vast majority of people listen to people but not listen to it this way, and with Sean's status and power, his glances will always be regarded as something else. That's really ...... Sad and helpless.

"Let's get started. The white crow clapped his hands, "First of all—I don't have much patience. ”