"Ed, if you don't come back, there's nothing to eat!" called Naria. She had already prepared double the food, but she still underestimated Akan. Even Tess ate more than usual.

"When I saw that this guy was still eating, I couldn't stop at all. Tess groaned and flattened herself, looked at her slightly bulging belly in pain and contentment, and let out a scream as Moch jumped up courteously, causing the mongoose to flee back over Akan's head.

Naria held her chin and smiled. She loves to cook, delicious snacks, all kinds of dishes, and the look on people's faces when they taste it makes her feel very satisfied. And at this moment, she sincerely hopes that there are also Alan and Iss sitting by the fire.

She lost her mother at an early age, and Alan was always away. When he returned to her with his mutilated body, he was depressed for a long time. She tries to make all sorts of good food just to make her father happy, but the smile on Alan's face is always fleeting.

It was only when Isis showed up that she felt like she really had a home.

The somewhat thin boy, always polite and distant at first, thanked her in a low voice for any help. She used to be a little angry, and she thought that it would be just that, anyway, it wasn't really her brother, but she would leave for a while, and she might never see her again.

But she just wasn't reconciled.

She used a patience she had never had in her life to pry open the taciturn boy's heart little by little, until he smiled genuinely at her, until he would frown and say "not delicious" when he tasted her new work......

When she heard that Scott was missing, she even had a dark snickering in her heart. Iss won't leave, he'll be hers. Her younger brother, her family.

And she wants her family all together.

If Isis insists on being a dragon...... Well, she believes that Eren won't mind moving into a dragon's lair with her.

She didn't know where Iss was now, what he was doing, and she didn't know if he remembered those trivial but warm times. But at least one thing she was sure of - if he was hungry, no one would cook him such a delicious dinner.

"The last bacon omelet!!" she shouted as she banged on the iron pan as Ed jumped over Tess who was slumped on the ground and rushed over to the screams and curses of the red-haired girl.

The ice dragon flew above the thick clouds, and the sunlight shone directly on its silvery scales, reflecting a dazzling light.

It knows it's going around in circles. Aimlessly, round and round, it doesn't care where it flies at all, it has nowhere to go anyway. It's not that it's worried about being discovered, it just likes the height. No other creature can fly so high, above the sea of clouds, under the sun, in the boundless world, it is the only being.

Sometimes it wants to fly like this, maybe to the end of the world, or to get exhausted and fall to the earth, and sometimes it wants to fly straight towards the sun, not knowing whether it will rush into the land of the gods or turn to ashes in the scorching sun.

In any case, it is an end, and it will be better than it is now—no purpose, no destination, no hope, even despair seems to be gone.

Maybe it's a good idea to fly back to the isolated island on the icy sea to sleep to death, and it's impossible for a dragon to disturb it anyway.

It flapped its wings a few times, a little annoyed at itself. It thought so much that every idea was quite suitable for the last ice dragon in the world, lonely, tragic, proud, and unswayed by anyone—but it still went around in circles uselessly here......

Moreover, it was hungry.

It let out a not-so-powerful roar that anyone who heard it would probably think it was a muffled thunder, and then plunged headlong into the clouds, tearing through the clouds and rushing into the snowstorm.

It's the middle of winter in the northern ice fields, and there's hardly any living creature visible above the snow, and the towering peaks of the Giant's Spine loom just a short distance away. The ice dragon flew lower, and a small malice flashed in its heart when a small barbarian tent appeared in its field of vision. It's actually easier to pounce and catch a few people than it is to catch a reindeer, and it's ...... When she saw a savage's arm in its mouth, Naria probably didn't have to cry for it anymore.

No matter how hard she tried to forget, her temperature was still in the palm of her hand.

It thought that the human soul had vanished like an illusion when it turned back into a dragon, but it was wrong. Is-Christus, who became a ghost, wandered within its soul, leaving it at peace forever.

- No, he's just a light, thin, annoying cobweb that sticks there, and he's nothing if you don't care about him!

It had finally crossed the camp and told itself that the barbarians were not tasty at all, that they stinked better than any animal on the ice field.

The ice dragon flew very low, it was still daylight, and even though the snow was falling a little heavily, it was sure that people on the ground could see it—yes, it did it on purpose, it was a dragon. The dragon eats people when it wants to, and it can scare people when it doesn't want to, and it has heard enough of the wind, so it's not bad to scream.

But it didn't hear a single exclamation, and it didn't see half a figure.

It circled the camp, making sure it was empty, just like the ones it had seen when it flew back from the ice in the spring.

The ice dragon spewed out a small cloud of snowflakes and flew away. Whatever happens to them, it's none of its business anyway.

But just as it was about to pull up, it heard a cry.

Extremely faint baby's cry, intermittent in the wind and snow.

- It's none of my business.

The ice dragon flailed its wings vigorously, sped upward, and flew northeast with the wind, intently searching for its food. But no matter how high or far it flies, there will always be one or two baby cries ringing in its ears, looming, but unrelenting in its head.

It roared, flicked its tail, and flew back.

It's better to just poke the baby to death with one finger, and he can't survive anyway.

The crying was no longer heard in the camp, and the baby was probably dead.

The ice dragon tore through tent after tent after tent, and finally found the child under a mess of animal skins—perhaps hit by something, and let out a short cry, then suddenly went silent again.

The ice dragon poked the baby's face lightly with its pointed claws, a little curious. Although rough as a rock when they grow up, the barbarian babies have the same soft skin as the human ones, but now they have begun to turn blue.

Dagger-sharp claws dangled from the baby's cheek. He would occasionally snort twice, or cry weakly, but he would soon freeze to death, and he wouldn't need the Ice Dragon's finger.

The ice dragon stared at the tips of his fingers in a daze.

It didn't know what it was doing, it was stupid, it shouldn't have flown back.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, but the wind is lessening. A huge ice dragon flew out of the barbarian camp that had been shattered, with a small animal skin wrapped between its glittering fingers.

It raised its head and let out a roar in the midst of a bewildered world.

But it was still a sound that scared all living things, but it didn't sound like anger or pride, but rather a bit of anger and ruin.