“...... Did you just let him go?!"

Naria jumped up in rage, looking like she wanted to pounce and punch Scott in the face.

Alan quickly grabbed her.

"As Tess said—" Scott replied calmly, "I just let him do what he wanted." ”

“...... It's none of my business!" Tess immediately threw up her hands in the air to shirk her responsibility, "I didn't say that!—even if I did, I didn't mean that!"

Sweetheart was horrible when she got angry, and she didn't want to face her anger at all

But Narya ignored her. She just glared hard at Scott for a few moments, then suddenly turned around and strode towards the door without a word.

"Naria!" Isis pulled her, "where are you going?"

"To get him back, of course...... Do you want to come with me?" asked Naria as she looked back, her eyes burning.

Isis hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "Even if I find him, he won't come back." ”

"You also said you wouldn't come back...... But we've got you back!"

Naria shook his hand away, annoyed and disappointed.

"That's right...... But that was a few years after I left. Iss looked at her earnestly, not angry at all, "I've had a few years of flying around on my own, thinking about what I've lost and what I've gained, and what I really want—though I haven't thought very clearly. But I know that if you catch up with me just before I left, I won't come back with you. There is even a good chance that it will hurt you...... My mind was a mess then, just like Ed is now...... You'll have to give him a little time, Naria. Let him think about it alone. ”

There is no more powerful persuasion than this.

Naria lowered her head in frustration and her eyes reddened: "...... But he can at least come back and say goodbye, right?"

"He was afraid that if he came back here, he would never be able to leave again. Scott told her, "He said he never liked a man and wasn't firm enough, and that if he was given a warm and comfortable place where someone sheltered him from the wind and rain, he would just lie down and not move, and he would stop when no one pushed him...... And he didn't want to be like that anymore. ”

"Well, that's not wrong at all. He's still quite self-aware. Tess spoke quickly, and immediately stuck out her tongue and consciously covered her mouth with her hands.

Naria glared at her—but not so fiercely.

"I don't want to judge whether this is right or wrong......" Alan sighed. "But you should at least tell his father first. ”

River sat quietly on the other side of the table, his hands flat on the table, and didn't say a word.

Scott glanced back at him, a little hesitant. He really didn't think much of River, the man who had just lost his wife, had managed to pick himself up a bit. Now the son will not say goodbye.

“...... I can bring him back. He said. "If you want. ”

"So you know where he is?" asked Norwe.

"He's wearing a brooch. Scott replied, "A silver bird...... It's a magic pin, and I can locate it. He shouldn't have thought to take it off just yet. ”

Narya unconsciously touched her chest—there was an identical brooch. This makes her mood particularly complicated at the moment.

"Nope. River suddenly spoke, "Your brother is right, let him think about it alone...... At his age, I had been alone for many years - he was my son, and he would be fine. ”

That sounded more like trying to convince himself.

But the world is not as safe as it once was...... Or more dangerous than ever.

Naria thought to herself, still uneasy.

"If you ask me. I would say it's a bit irresponsible to just walk away. Filly walked beside Scott with a gloomy face, "But of course. You don't need my opinion. ”

Scott smiled wryly and stopped.

"I know you're angry, Filly...... But don't take your anger out on Ed, you know very well that he can't do much by staying here - and that doesn't mean he'll forget about the people who died in the Temple of Collins. ”

Filly hung his head, scratched his hair, and admitted, irritably, frankly, "You're right—I think I need to do something about it, too." I hate this situation right now, it feels like ...... It's like ......"

He couldn't find a suitable description, so he could only wave his hand in frustration: "I don't know-don't tell me I need to find a place to think about it alone, I'm not a spoiled little master like Ed!"

Scott smiled—he wasn't. Fili was a man who had lived a simple life for a long time, a simple-minded man, who obeyed the orders of the temple and did what he had to do, never thinking too much. Although it seems to be free, there is always a thread to hold it. But now, that thread is broken, his past life, everything he believed in and relied on has been completely shattered, even an adult, a good paladin, will always be a little at a loss.

"How about rethinking my suggestion?" Filly reluctantly leaned in, "You've got a lot of hell going on...... But you'll be a much better king than Ante. ”

“...... No, I won't. Scott looked at him and replied softly.

He knew that Filly had a simple idea - Ante had used his power to create what he was today, and of course it could be easily reversed with the same power...... But it's never that simple.

"I'm a ...... Pastor, Filly, I have power you can't imagine, when I hold the power of this country at the same time...... It can become very dangerous. ”

Fili looked down and thought about it, and slumped his shoulders in frustration: "Alan said the same thing. ”

"And you know he's right, you just don't want to admit it. Scott couldn't help but smile.

"I just can't swallow it. Fili said with a stiff face.

“...... He's dead, Fili. Scott lowered his eyes, "Ante Boford is dead, and even if we hadn't killed him, Ante, as king, would have died." ”

"So, can we only pray that the other king will be a little better than him?" Filly snorted in displeasure.

Another king...... Scott pondered.

The strength of the major families in the country is equal, and even several age-appropriate heirs in the Bofford family are also equally strong, and Ante Bofford controls this point quite well. At best, they can continue to compromise and balance each other, and have Ante's eldest son, Friedrick, who is not yet eleven years old, crowned, or the worst...... is a war for several years in a row, or even longer,

Plague, war...... Death - and death is Lydia's weapon.

Her shadow seemed to be everywhere, but no one knew her ultimate purpose. But she always prefers chaos to a stable balance...... And she shows no mercy to those who will stand in her way.

Scott jerked his head up.

"Fili!" he cried, "...... I need you to do something for me. ”.

Ed sat on the grass, staring at the vibrant scene in front of him, once again annoyed at his own stupidity.

In fact, he couldn't see anything at all—except grass, grass, and grass.

The half-human-tall weeds completely obscured his vision, and he seemed to be enclosed in a low green wall, but he could hear the various cries of the herds of animals not far away, the sound of horns or bodies crashing together during fights or frolicking, and the sound of running rumbling and rolling past...... He could even hear huge bees buzzing and diligently flying around.

That wasn't what he wanted to see here.

What he wanted to see was a silvery and silent land, with boundless snow, cold winds howling, he was the only one between heaven and earth, no one would disturb him, and he could think quietly about some complex issues...... But he forgot that the Far North Ice Sheet does not snow all year round, and now is the most vibrant season of the year. Plants grow unscrupulously, and animals desperately seize the time to eat and drink enough to reproduce...... And all the colours, all the boisterous voices, seemed to laugh at what a big fool he was.

A green hard-shelled beetle snapped and landed on Ed's arm, startling him.

But he didn't shoot it.

It was a beautiful beetle, round with deep emerald glittering wings, and it hesitated in a circle in the folds of his elbows, crawled along his arm to his shoulder, seemed to think seriously for a moment, and then suddenly spread its wings and staggered away.

- It didn't care how big an idiot he was, and it didn't care that he lost his mother and watched her lie cold in a pool of blood but couldn't do anything...... But he never cared when it would be swallowed by some agile bird in the blink of an eye.

Life is nothing more than that.

Ed buried his head in his arms and chuckled.

He couldn't tell what he was thinking, he was still bitter and sad about what he had lost, for the mistakes he had made...... But it may not be so foolish to teleport himself to a place that does not match his grief and loss, and is full of infinite life on his own.

He stood up and patted his buttocks, only to realize that his pants were already wet, and the feeling of being cold was very strange when the wind blew him.

It had rained a while ago, and the grass was very wet. He didn't care when he sat down, but now he had to think about a very practical problem - he didn't have anything with him, he only had a pair of pants...... And now going home and changing clothes seems like an even dumber idea. Tess would definitely laugh at him until he died and have it engraved on his tombstone......

But here, who cares that he is still wet in the clothes of a blood-stained servant?

Ed Singal shrugged to himself, casually looked for a direction, and walked aimlessly.

(To be continued......)