She wanted to say that he could have trusted Sachses a little more. That soul had existed for thousands of years, and in its most desperate moments, it had not allowed hatred to consume it completely. Even when it was under the control of the half that belonged to the dragon, it devoured the whisperers on Whitestone Island only to get enough power to escape, not pure killing. When it realizes that this is not of much use, it also decisively gives up and changes to another way to control the rest of the people.

But perhaps it is even more terrifying – full of hatred, unbound by the standards of good and evil, and yet able to control oneself and refrain from venting unproductively.

Beware of this thought in her heart, the female mage laughed dumbly. Even she herself can't "trust others", so why should she ask others to do so?

Whether or not Isis understood her hesitation, he did not give any reaction. His gaze was fixed on a certain point in the air, as if thinking about the figure she had drawn, and as if he was in a daze.

The crow quietly leaned in and looked into his slightly dilated pupils. It was really a pair of beautiful eyes, with a little bit of broken gold in the light blue eyes, like the clear water of the golden sand rolled up in the sun, because of the loss of concentration and lack of coldness and vigilance, so pure that people couldn't help but want to hold it in the palm of their hands.

"Are you really here to ask me this?" she asked, her eyes slightly crooked, "why do I think you're not listening?"

A few traces of embarrassment flashed in the eyes of the ice dragon who came back to his senses, and his blunt rebuttal revealed a little bit of emptiness: "Of course I'm listening! It's you who said too ......."

He couldn't find the right pick, and paused there even more awkwardly.

"Your friends have praised me for being too good a teacher. ”

If nothing else, Ed Singer's praise of people is really comforting. The white crow proudly reached out and popped a soft sound on the wine bottle, "Your comprehension ability is not even as good as that of a human?"

Her blatant provocation did not get the expected response, only a moment of silence. The female mage was a little surprised, of course she didn't think that her provocation was really of any use...... So what is the reason for the loss that this little dragon can't hide at that moment?

After a moment, the corners of her mouth slowly curved upward: "It's not a good thing to have a friend who is too popular...... Really?"

Her low laughter seemed to scratch people's hearts: "Sometimes it feels like he doesn't belong to him anymore, right? ”

They don't spend much time together, but she still knows a little bit about how strong a dragon has a desire for exclusivity over her belongings.

At this time, she is genuinely provoking. She didn't hate Ed that much, but how could he get a dragon? Wasn't her "like" much stronger and more persistent than his friendship that would only bring ruin to Is?

So why couldn't she have him? that was what she had so ardently longed for, the brightest and most powerful of this world, her dream to come true...... She is really willing to treat him as a treasure in the palm of her hand and do everything she can to take care of him.

Iss looked up at her, and the loss had sunk to the point where she couldn't see it.

"He's not a treasure to be taken away. He said, "He's my friend." ”

The mage pouted disapprovingly, "If you feel a little more comfortable thinking like that...... It turns out that a dragon can also deceive itself. ”

Of course, she wouldn't give up so easily, but looking at the ice dragon's eyes that had calmed down, she still changed the topic stupidly.

"That circle in the temple of the god of water," she said, "you can take a closer look...... Oh, you probably wouldn't have been able to get in without Ed, anyway, it should be more than just a teleportation array, and if used correctly, it should still affect the world it connects to......"

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When he left, Is's steps were a little easier than when he came. Maybe it's because the sun has risen...... No, it has nothing to do with that.

The female mage wasn't wrong, but that's not all. He was really upset, so he came alone, and there were more and more people around Ed...... But he didn't doubt his place in Ed's heart, he knew that he would always be his best friend, just like he would always be Naria's beloved brother.

That is something that cannot be doubted.

He couldn't tell what he was agitated about when he ran away in a frustrated mood, but he realized in the crow's "provocation" - not because he wanted to monopolize anything, but because he suddenly realized that Ed might really no longer need him so much.

He's getting stronger and surprisingly fast every day...... It was so fast that he felt like he could barely catch up with him.

It seems that not so long ago, Ed Singhal was a young master who was good for nothing but money and likability, so fragile that he could crush him with a single finger, and he didn't understand anything, he didn't know anything. Now, if not what Ed himself wants, this kind of growth is happening.

One day, he will be stronger than him.

Realizing that he was almost jealous, and that he seemed to be unconsciously imitating Ed, the young ice dragon was flustered and dazed. The dragon's natural pride was hard for him to accept, but as a friend, he should have been glad that Ed was so powerful...... He wasn't unhappy either.

Those tangled emotions are so complex and incomprehensible, like all kinds of spices mixed together, you can't taste what it tastes like, and even at this moment, you can't tell the difference...... But the depression in his heart has also dispersed a little.

He walked through the silent alley back to his home, the sun shining through the open door. Ed was the only one left at the table, quietly facing the table, his brows furrowed slightly, his eyes focused and puzzled, as if it was still covered with complex lines, and he needed his full attention to unravel the secrets little by little.

He raised his smile as Is's stepped through the door, and his smile froze as he glanced over the empty basket in his hand.

"Did you tell her?" he asked softly, cocking his shoulders.

The undisguised guilt, uneasiness, and sadness made the complex emotions in Is's heart poke out again, entangled, like vines born in the shadows.

He was silent for a moment before he spoke, his tone calm, even a little stern: "Many more people will die before it's all over, Ed...... There will be many sacrifices right before your eyes. If you can't let go of it every time, it will quickly become heavier and heavier, and it will become too heavy for you to carry. ”

Ed was stunned, nodded subconsciously, and wanted to refute after ordering, but was blocked by Is's next sentence.

"The crow told me something. He said, his fingers hanging at his side tightening slightly.

The crow was right, he really didn't look like a dragon, but more and more like a human.

A hypocritical human who will hide his inner darkness with high-sounding sentences - more shady and selfish than he himself is willing to admit.