"I'm not here to hold you accountable or question your competence......"

As Iss walked into the room, Rosa's voice stopped. She smiled and nodded at him, a faint look of relief, as if grateful that his presence had helped her get her out of the predicament in front of her.

Céline Green, however, was not about to put the conversation down.

"I'm not going to shirk my responsibilities either. She stood up to greet her guests, but still spoke to Rosa, "I lost the child, and I'll find him too—I sent someone to inform Croeffler just to avoid further misunderstandings, not to ask for his help." And ......"

She glanced at Is, and smiled at him, "I think I've got the help I need - please thank Master Croefler for his advice on my behalf." ”

It was almost a chase-off, but Rosa just smiled, lowered her eyes, and said nothing.

Selene turned to Is, her eyes unexpectedly softened. She looked at him like an ordinary young man, not a dragon...... Iss thinks it's mostly because of Allen's relationship. She thought of him as Ellen's son, and he didn't hate it.

"You're coming so fast. She smiled at him.

“...... I can fly. Isis said dryly.

It's kind of stupid...... But he didn't know what else to answer.

"I hate the wings that bind your freedom because of the troubles of humanity. Selene sighed softly, "But I have to. Come with me, Is, and we'd better not waste our time......" She gracefully held out a hand to him, "May I call you Is?"

Iss nodded lightly without much hesitation. He walked over and grabbed her arm, so naturally that even he was slightly startled - he was familiar with this inviting gesture because Vala ...... For he had accompanied her many times in the courtyard of Christenburg.

He suddenly understood how Ed was looking at the imposing countess who seemed to be very different from Valla. There is a faint nostalgia and admiration in his eyes...... They did have some similarities that he hadn't noticed.

But Vala wasn't going to leave the other guest behind like that—Iss involuntarily glanced back at Rosa.

The female warrior smiled faintly, sat down calmly, and even poured herself a cup of tea slowly. She clearly wasn't going to leave like that...... The Countess didn't explicit her anyway.

This is indeed Ethan Croefler's suggestion. Selene told Iss frankly, "Although, according to his advice, all you have to do is show up here." ”

Iss frowned slightly. He could probably guess Kroefler's "suggestion...... He's just a decoy, or a cover-up. If all eyes were on him, it might really be better for Croeffler to arrange for others, such as Rosa and the elf. Find clues to Sercio faster.

There's nothing malicious about that...... But he really hates being "used" like this.

"I don't like that. "Or rather, I don't trust that 'adult' who can never guess what the hell he's up to." Even if he is truly loyal to Borena De Juri. But to the Grean family...... If there was a chance to weaken the power of Greystone Castle, he would definitely not hesitate in the slightest. I can't let him control everything. ”

“...... I thought I was here to help find the missing little guy. Is's tone was unconsciously a little stiff.

To be honest, he doesn't care at all about these frivolous power struggles. In a few hundred years, or even less, the castle will collapse. The dynasty will fall. The glory of the family will dim and decay along with the silk threads on the tapestry...... It was no more important to him than a soulless boy who had been silently led by his hand through the wilderness.

Did he just think that Seline and Vala were somewhat similar?...... No, they're not the same after all.

“...... Yes. Selene smiled wryly, "I can't lie to you that I really care about that Dejuri boy, but I can guarantee that he is well cared for and protected...... Of course, in any case, it was my fault for losing him. I was just as desperate to find him, but I didn't want it to ...... Or himself. Be a tool for anyone. ”

She stopped and looked up at Is-Ice Dragon, and realized that she wasn't tall. She can even be considered petite among northerners, but she can always make people ignore this.

"That's why I chose to accept Crooffler's 'advice' and ask you for help. She looked at Iss calmly, "You're a dragon, an incredible dragon with a good nature. Strong enough and not easily swayed by human interests, I don't need you to protect the Grian's family, I just want your purpose to be simple enough - to find the child and take him to any safe place where you feel he can be cared for...... Enshiya might be a good choice. ”

She lowered her eyes, and the lines between her eyebrows finally showed some sympathy: "That boy has already suffered too much that he shouldn't have suffered...... He deserves to stay away from these strife. ”

Isis was silent for a while. Selene turned to him for different reasons than he had guessed, and he wondered if his purpose was really as "simple" as she had hoped......

After all, it wasn't the unfortunate boy who brought him here.

What position does he have to accuse Céline Gray of being "selfish"? He himself is no different.

But he knew who would still value the boy's life above anything else in such a situation—Ed would, and so would Naria.

Even if it's just to face them without guilt......

"I'll find him and I'll protect him. He spoke firmly, "Nothing...... Anyone can block it. ”.

Dense raindrops fell.

The rain in the early summer in the north has a bright rhythm, which is not too lingering or too intense. In the rustling rain, the lush grass and trees in the forest are knocked out of the refreshing breath, and the deep and light green covers the entire vision, which is refreshing.

Sercio sat up straight with his hands on his knees, his unfocused eyes staring at the vibrant world outside the cave in the rain, as if he hadn't seen anything...... It's like seeing everything.

No one knows if he can "see" anything else - not even himself.

His eyes seemed to be looking at another world forever...... Many worlds. Sometimes he saw the towers, the houses, the afternoon sun in the garden, sometimes the smoky distant mountains, the tops of which were so white that he could not tell whether they were clouds or snow, sometimes he saw the dazzling blonde hair and the eyes that were always angry, and the white shadows that swept across the clear blue sky, and sometimes he saw the bustling streets, and the little foxes that were shedding their hair frolicking in the grass, the blood that was spilled on the smooth floors and grass, the enemies roaring in the dust, the rain beating on the shining armor, the cold light of weapons and the yellowing fangs, and the bottomless darkness......

He couldn't tell what was true and what was false, what was past, what was present, and what was future...... Or which belongs to him and which belongs to another him.

But that doesn't bother him – he just calmly watches everything, sees, and forgets.

Some of the images leave a faint shadow, and sometimes he wants to remember something...... But he couldn't catch them, just like he couldn't catch a snowflake.

A thin figure walked towards the entrance of the cave, obscuring his vision...... Or not.

The white-haired old man looked at the continuous rain curtain outside the cave, frowned slightly, and when he looked back at him, his eyes were gentle.

"Nasty weather, isn't it?" she walked over and gently stroked his cheek and whispered to him, "Don't worry, we'll be there soon."

He turned his head slightly towards her—it was just some instinctive reaction.

He didn't feel annoying, didn't worry about anything, didn't even know where they were going...... I don't care.

Did he ever care about anything? What was that like?

For a moment, such doubts floated in my heart...... Then it disappears like a drop of rain falling into water.

(To be continued.) )