"Rem Flender. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Scott replied, "He was commissioned by Mansini. ”

Ace was stunned and looked back at Ed.

Ed, who was hurrying over, stopped, his expression a little dazed, and the redness on his face from the heat faded little by little, fading into a lifeless pale.

There's no way he'll forget that name...... The world in front of him was instantly blood-red, and he seemed to have returned to the blood-filled storage room in Kriesburg, and watched Vala lying silently in Akan's arms, her elegant silver-gray dress soaked in blood, and her gray face like the withered petals of a white rose.

The grief that was so intense that he almost fell into madness was vaguely blurred when he looked back over time.

Yet it could still tear his heart apart, and the wound that would never heal was once again bloody and blurry. He felt the pain clearly, and Mansini's death did not alleviate it in the slightest.

"You stopped me. He spoke softly, a part of his soul roaring angrily at his calmness, "You stopped me when I tried to kill Ante. ”

"There is no point in such revenge. - He told him so.

"I didn't. Scott corrected him, "You stopped yourself." ”

Ed suddenly became agitated. He didn't want to dwell on it, he didn't want to admit that he was glad Mancini was dead, even if the pain didn't go away, and he was both glad and resentful that Scott hadn't brought Mancini to him and make him make a choice—he couldn't kill as simply as Scott did, but he had the power......

What the hell was he thinking?

Ed stood there dumbfounded, silent in his overly chaotic mood, listening to Is's exasperated whisper, "So you just killed him like that, if he knew something?!"

"Of course he knows something. Scott replied, "People like him can always live because of this...... But he deserves to die, and in that case, what's the harm of killing him?"

"Even if it's nothing bad, it's not you who killed him!" Ise roared.

Yes, that's what really makes him angry and frightened. If it were him, he would have killed Mancini without hesitation, no matter what use he had...... But Scott wasn't supposed to be someone who would do such a thing.

The things that shaped Scott Christus, who had shaped his familiar behavior, who had guided him, who had guided him, were crumbling and disappearing. When, standing in front of him, will become a complete stranger?

“...... Don't worry. Scott seemed to see through his worries easily, and he could still smile and tap his forehead.

"I'm still here. He said.

Isis glared at him, his fingers moving uncontrollably.

He was tempted to punch the man and knock him down, to lock him firmly somewhere...... The bottom of the three-storied pagoda is quite suitable, since it already belongs to Ed.

But Ed probably won't help, and he probably won't be able to beat Scott.

Even if he wasn't too close, he could feel the power emanating from Scott's body—it was as if they could no longer be contained in the human body, making the air in the empty, supposedly cool basement even hotter than the sun-scorched outside.

If he can provoke Scott and let him do it first, maybe Ed will......

"Since you're all here, maybe you can do me a favor?"

Scott kicked the narrow wooden box at his feet, the soft sound of metal striking interrupting Is's thoughts.

He reached out and pressed it to his waist. Something was trembling there, trying to break free.

"No, I don't. He simply refused.

Scott wiped his face, a little crying and laughing.

“...... You're going to reforge that sword?" Ed asked in a low voice, "...... Some say it can't be used. ”

"Yes, it's dangerous. Scott admitted," ...... But it's also an opportunity. ”

Ed was silent for a long time. He had seen it in the apparition of Ankland, and he couldn't deny that this was indeed an opportunity, even if it had the potential to destroy the entire world, and this sword might be the only weapon they could use to truly damage the Blazing Wings.

He walked over and tugged at Is's arm. Isis glared at him angrily for a few moments, and finally threw out the hilt of the sword he had been carrying with him, as well as the knife that Mancini had sent back.

What he threw didn't fall to the ground - Scott kicked the box open almost at the same time.

A silent scream sounded in his ears, piercing his soul like an arrow. The flat ground trembled, the stones flipped over, and the lines carved on them connected into complete runes, small circles, but very complicated.

Iss didn't know when there was more of this in the basement of the Temple of Nethers...... Maybe it's always been there.

This place was obviously never just a basement.

The air flowed rapidly, and a whirlwind suddenly rolled around him, so strong that even Iss could barely stand on his feet. He wanted to rush into the center of the whirlwind - where Scott stood.

They looked at each other. There was a hint of pleading in Scott's calm eyes.

-- Trust me.

Ise gritted his teeth, grabbed Ed, who was swaying in the wind, and stepped back.

The wind sounded like a whimper and a roar...... Or cheer. Beside Scott, the shattered fragments collided and split apart in mid-air, desperately searching for their place.

They are not complete. Some of the fragments were not found, but the small mutilation was irrelevant.

They coalesced together, and gradually pieced together a simple and rudimentary greatsword, the dark light shining dazzlingly in the rapid trembling.

Scott's deep voice was choppy by the wind, but Iss could hear it as a dragon.

Flames erupted from the center of the rune, untouched by the whirlwind. It rose smoothly upward, encircling the half-suspended greatsword, and because it was too slow, it looked strangely gentle, as if it was not fire, but a stream of flaming water.

The already formed greatsword shook even more violently, as if it refused to be reborn in such flames.

Scott reached out and grabbed the hilt of his sword.

Both wind and fire seemed to stand still in that moment. Ise involuntarily moved forward, but was pulled back by Ed again.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Iss didn't hear it.

All his attention was on the sword...... It was calling him. He is the only one who can master it, and the only one it is willing to admit.

Ed was still pulling him tightly. Anger arose, but reason stopped him.

The silent call faded. Is's eyes remained wide as the wind began to rage again, until a little more intense light on the hilt of his sword made it impossible to look directly at him anymore.

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