Ed doesn't quite understand, but he finally calms down and realizes that his friend isn't sick. In this situation, where nothing was certain, he did not dare to use any more spells, and scratched his ears and cheeks for a while, and could only cool Iss in the simplest and most brutal way - he dragged his friend, who was about to turn into a fire dragon, out of the wooden house and into the stream.

"It's a good thing you didn't turn back into a dragon. He comforted his friend without hesitation, "Otherwise, I won't be able to get in! I have to tear down the house to drag you out, and then you will be angry with me again for demolishing your house......

He kept talking. Is's brain exploded when he heard it, but the one or two words he squeezed out with difficulty and intermittently didn't have the slightest momentum when used to scold people, but made himself even more uncomfortable.

He lay in the water, resting on a stone that Ed had picked out, with only one face still visible from the water, panting for breath like a fish on its belly about to die.

The water, with the chill of the snowy mountains, kept flowing over his hot skin. At first he didn't feel anything, but the slightest trace of the water took away the burning heat that was tormenting him, and made him unconsciously relax a little. Consciousness sank half-conscious, flashing through countless chaotic and shattered dreams. When he woke up one point, he suddenly realized that he should have turned back into a dragon - his power was out of control, and he should have changed back to his truest form, but he didn't...... Why?

However, he didn't have enough energy to think about such a complex question, and when he woke up again, he had forgotten about this doubt, but remembered something else as his stiff body began to regain consciousness.

He was still holding the emerald.

He instinctively realized that he couldn't let go of it. Perhaps because of its existence, he was not burned to ashes...... That small spark was a force he couldn't resist at all.

But he couldn't hold it forever—Mulder's heart.

Ed had been crouching at the water's edge, muttering, whether he was awake or unconscious. The grunting sound haunted him like a spell even in his dreams, irritating him...... And peace of mind.

He could hear his uneasiness, and he could hear his deliberate flattery. It's much more flattering than his pretended mature calmness.

The breath that was stuffed in my heart dissipated little by little. He was annoyed that half of his risky behavior was because of his anger, and after a moment's struggle, he still said, "You shut up first......

"You can say four words!" Exclaimed Ed, feeling like he wanted to give him a round of applause.

“...... Shut up!"

"Oh......"

Iss inhaled hard, gathering a little strength, and in as short a language as possible, asked Ed to go back to the cabin and find the notes related to Mulder.

He had read these notes before, but they were sloppy. At that time, he was only anxious to wake up Mudd so that he could leave...... At that time, he felt that after everything was over, he would naturally have a long time to study them slowly.

He had been annoyed by Glis's concealment, but the old mage wasn't the one to put everything in front of him in the first place. He may have left him a clue a long time ago, but he didn't take it to heart.

Ed sat cross-legged on the ground and read to Iss what he found useful. The emerald had been cut out of more than three hundred faces, and the runes on each side, and the connection between the runes and the runes, were so complicated that even Ed was a little dizzy.

"How can it be done!" he repeated from time to time, like a noisy bird, and was about to fall asleep...... Or fainted Isse impatiently slapped him on the leg.

It was very light, and Ed was stunned for a moment before he reacted, and he was so happy that he almost jumped into the water: "You can move!"

Is's hand fell limply back into the water, and he was in mixed mood—he could move, and then he wasted himself on beating the fool, and it hurt like he had been pricked by a myriad of needles.

With all the strength he had built, he lost consciousness again, and when he woke up, it was already dark, and Ed had a ball of light floating above his head, still studying the notes.

"I don't think it's a complete note. He told Is, "Although all the runes are recorded on it, most of them are unclear what they are for...... It didn't mean to be carved for the sake of looking good. ”

"Can't even you figure it out? I thought you knew everything. Eth spoke lazily. His whole body was as soft as mud at this moment, as if he had slept too long to get up, and although it didn't feel good, it was much better than freezing.

"I—I'm not that good......" Ed said curtly.

They fell silent at the same time. Embarrassment spreads in the air, unresolved contradictions, unspoken dissatisfaction, and after Isis is clearly out of danger, he flapps his wings and flies back, revealing his existence that he cannot ignore.

“...... I'm sorry. Ed whispered.

Isis swallowed back the same three words that had been hovering on the tip of his tongue several times.

"You know I don't like this kind of unwarranted apology. He strained his face and tried to suppress that bit of weakness, "What's the point of apologizing if you don't know what you're doing wrong?"

"I know, I know!" Ed discerned eagerly, "Nia has told me......"

“...... What's the matter with Niya?" Isis looked up vigilantly, and fell back because of the loss of strength, "When did you see Nia again?!"

"Well, after we parted......" Ed's voice weakened and unconsciously raised, and he excitedly described his short trip to hell and his takeaways to his friend: "I don't think I'm really going to hell completely—a living person can't go to hell completely. I felt like I was in some kind of 'overlap', so ......"

Is's face darkened the more he listened. He felt that Ed seemed to have a tendency to develop towards those crazy mages, and when he encountered the danger of "being dragged into hell", he was thinking about the headache-inducing "truth" behind the danger, and he was drowsy to hear it.

For a moment he didn't even hear what Ed was saying. There was a boom in his head, and countless emotions and images were mixed together, like fireworks in a summer night, exploding and disappearing, leaving behind some shadows that he couldn't grasp, and like a school of frightened fish, scattered in panic for a while, and gathered together neatly for the other.

He endured, trying to restore peace to his soul and try to keep his mind awake by his own strength...... But I still fell asleep unconsciously.

And Ed didn't realize it, and continued to speak to himself, and the tail note was scattered in the air in small pieces, and also scattered in the dream of an ice dragon.