He honestly went to admit his mistake to Is. It was not a word of sorry filled with self-satisfaction, but a deep introspection and a firm commitment, so solemn that Iss heard a serious face from his pretending reserve, and wondered if he had the audacity to do something that could not end when he didn't know it.

When he finally figured it out, what made Ed nervous was indeed the little tangle that he hadn't paid much attention to when he woke up, and he held his head sullenly for a while, unable to hold back the indifference of "Since you sincerely apologized, then I will reluctantly forgive him", only held back a laugh that he couldn't bear to breathe.

Then he let go completely, and slumped in his chair laughing, laughing so hard that Ed's face turned from white to red, and redder.

"I'm serious!" he emphasized, annoyed and angry, but not too daring to be angry.

Isis laughed and trembled, shaking and nodding. He wasn't laughing at his seriousness, but at his overexerting "seriousness" - this guy suddenly didn't seem to know how to get along with him, and that trembling and confused look was actually quite cute...... But it's also kind of funny.

"How did you catch up with Naria like this?" he was puzzled and unhappy, and then depressedly recalled the facts, "No, you didn't catch up at all, it was she who went backwards and retreated into your arms...... You lucky bastard. ”

He lifted Naria so suddenly that Ed was so angry that the smoke that was about to come out of his head and retract in a wistful way. He's a lucky bastard indeed...... But even if it would upset his friend, he didn't want to lose it.

Fortunately, Iss didn't continue the conversation, but just asked him, "So, what do you want? Don't you want all that pure gold?"

"To ...... Yes. Ed could only be cheeky again, "Can I trade something else for adamantite with you?"

Gems, gold coins, and even the magical items treasured in the temple of Nyo—everything he could get and dispose of, Iss could choose.

"The treasure of a dragon is only pure gold, which is precious, but it is so monotonous that you can't even roll around in the pile of gems. Ed struggled to convince his friend, but was clumsy.

“...... You love to roll!" Every time Iss hears this speculation about the nature of the dragon, which is purely a rumor, a small flame rises in his heart, and he shakes twice in annoyance, and then weakens weakly.

He felt the need to write a book to let people know what a real dragon really looked like.

Ed looked at him pitifully. He didn't dare to be as unscrupulous as he used to be, knowing that he would always be forgiven, and remembered that Iss didn't seem to like him to put on a calm and rational appearance to tell any big truths...... His likable talents and the communication skills he had taught him from his father seemed to be out of reach at this point, and he was always worried that he would push his friends further away.

"Ed Singal," Ise sighed, grabbing a roasted hazelnut and flicking it accurately on his forehead, "I didn't suddenly grow a few more thorns, and my scales didn't suddenly become fragile...... You don't have to be so careful. ”

"I didn't ......," Ed lowered his head and picked at his fingers, "I just don't want to you off again." ”

"So, do you finally realize that you've been pushing the limits of my tolerance?" Iss, pushing the corners of his mouth upward, "That's a good thing. ”

Ed wilted so much that his shoulders collapsed.

"But if I was really angry, how many times did I not let you know at once?" Iss asked him, "when did I beat you into the mud for no reason?When did I not scold you when you were ignorant and fearless?" If I didn't say anything, either I didn't figure it out myself, or I knew it wasn't really worth being angry about, or it was actually my own problem, and I just couldn't control it for a while...... If you wish I didn't have that headline anymore, I can't. As a dragon, my temper is really, really good enough. ”

His tone was always very serious when he was serious, but Ed raised his head, his eyes getting brighter and brighter.

Ise shrank back vigilantly, fearing that he would pounce on him like an overexcited puppy.

"You wouldn't have told me that before. Ed leaned forward with joy as he opened his bright blue eyes, "I wouldn't have said that so clearly. ”

"I've always said whatever I wanted. Isis refused to admit it.

"But if you don't want to say it, it's up to me to guess," Ed debunked him, "and if I can't guess you'll only get angrier, and won't admit that 'it's actually my own problem.'" ”

"It's 'or maybe it's my own problem'!" Iss felt he was going to get angry again, "and it's probably your problem...... Most of the time it's your problem!"

"Is," Ed was moved to tears, like an old father who saw his misfit child finally grow up, and his heart was full of sourness and pride: "You have really grown up!"

After a moment of sluggishness, Iss kicked over his chair, apparently not growing enough.

Ed still couldn't help but be happy when he got up, and he was so happy with this little willfulness. He had to admit that this time it was indeed his problem, that he was nervous and tired, sensitive and sluggish by the sudden flickering of his friends, by the ups and downs of unexpected gains and losses. He panicked and feared losing his friend, but he didn't see the change in him—even if it wasn't obvious, he should have been the first to notice.

Isis is never at ease in the crowd, after all, there are not many people who can really feel comfortable facing him. When he gets along with his friends, he relaxes a little, but it's always a little unnoticeable, even a tension that he doesn't even realize. His awkwardness, his violent temper, was nothing more than a self-protective instinct. He clings to his pride in being a dragon, but he has always been afraid of all their tolerance for him, but because he was once a human ...... He may feel that he must not behave like the well-behaved, quiet, and endearing teenager he used to be, in order to prove that what they love is the real him.

Ed has always known and is used to moving like this, and will even subconsciously follow the hair...... Stroke along the scales. When Isis changes, he is at a loss and has a harder time adapting than the others.

He didn't realize that his friends were trying to be more open, trying to get out of the range that made him feel safer and more comfortable, and to show more people a more authentic self.

He may indeed be drifting farther away from him, but he will be closer to the whole world.

In his gaze full of emotion, Isis grinned with his teeth, almost a little hideous.

"Okay. "Look, Ed, a 'young' ice dragon may not know exactly what it is worth, but a 'grown' ice dragon ...... I'd like to talk to you about the ratio of items exchanged. ”

Ed froze.