Filly was too far away, and Ed was unarmed, and no one had time to rush up to deliver Ante's fatal blow. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 As soon as Ante was halfway up, he quickly rolled to the right, and in mid-air, a strangely shaped scimitar fell straight down, grazing his neck and slashing at the ground.

Sparks splashed around, and the hard stone bricks cracked a thin crack. The power of this missed blow was amazing.

The air seemed to twist slightly in the vibrations, and Ed saw a faint figure in the dimmering firelight, but disappeared for a moment.

He picked up the torch at his feet, shocked. In the last labyrinth, spells could be cast, and there were countless shadows to hide his body, so he didn't find it strange even if he didn't see Oylan's shadow the whole time. But this time...... Why is Oylan still invisible?

Ante apparently didn't have that many doubts—he probably didn't care. He swung his greatsword frantically, letting out a muffled roar. Frederick unconsciously stopped his attack and stared blankly at him.

Fear returned to his eyes once more.

Fili took the opportunity to turn behind him, reversed the hilt of his sword, and slammed it on the back of his head. The boy shook his head in a daze, stumbling forward two steps before falling limply. Fili added to it uneasily, and then let out a long breath.

He was exhausted, but there was no time to breathe. Unable to find an enemy, Ante once again took Ed as a target, and he could only lunge forward, and as he approached Ante, he suddenly fell to his knees and slashed through two deep wounds in the back of Ante's knees.

Under normal circumstances, this sword would have cut off at least one of Ante's legs...... But the short sword was limited in power after all, and he could barely hold the sword anymore.

Ante didn't feel any pain, but the severed muscles and tendons affected his movements somewhat. He roared and turned to slash at Fili. The paladin watched as the greatsword fell, the wind weighing him down, but he couldn't dodge.

He reluctantly raised his hand and raised the short sword, with a trace of unwillingness in his heart, but also a trace of relief.

Of course it's good to be alive...... But it's also really tiring.

He heard Ed screaming desperately, but it wasn't his name.

"Oylan!!"

In the midst of the horror, Ed's voice was sharp and harsh, unusually unpleasant.

A cold metallic glow flashed in front of his eyes. The strange scimitar appeared out of thin air once more, slamming into the body of the greatsword.

The greatsword was off course, but it spun around at incredible speed, slashing at the attacker.

This time, the stealthy attacker had to parry the heavy blow head-on. A strong vibration spread from the scimitar to his body, and Oylan's body was forced to appear in everyone's sight.

The elder in a gray robe, with a thin figure, and his white hair, which had always been meticulous, was a little messy at the moment, but his expression was still as indifferent as usual.

Filip's mouth opened wide in disbelief - of course he knew the white-haired old man, one of the "scholars" that the Duke had brought back...... It's just that Ed called him "Oylan" ?...... "that" Oylan? How could a necromancer like this have so much strength!

And...... And what about the scales on his face?!

Ed was equally dumbfounded. He knew that Oylan was so strong and powerful that he didn't look like an old man at all...... But he had never seen the scales that were rapidly receding from his cheeks at this moment!

The scales were black, as small as fish scales, and they shone faintly in the firelight, and they looked very smooth.

He unconsciously rushed a few steps forward, trying to look more closely, but the scales were gone.

“...... You're a dragon too?!"

Fili was still lying on the ground, but he couldn't help but blurt out.

That's what Ed wants to ask. He'd only seen the same thing with Is...... It's just that when scales have appeared on his face, Is's eyes usually turn golden, but Oylan's eyes remain indescribably cloudy or sharp gray-blue.

“...... Now?" Oylan began, a rare hint of anger in his voice.

This is indeed not the time to ask this.

After a brief moment of surprise, Ante, who reacted more quickly, had already swung his sword again regardless of the fact that no matter whether it was a man or a dragon in front of him, anyone who dared to fight against him should die!

Oylan dodged away. No one would be stupid enough to confront a monster with infinite strength and no pain, unless they had to.

He didn't use spells. Even if he was able to cast spells, most spells would be of no use to Ante at all, and would instead be absorbed by him. But with that scimitar alone, he was no match for Ante.

He was strong and agile, but he wasn't a warrior after all.

Fili, who had rolled to the side, could already tell after only two glances. He sighed in resignation, struggled to his feet, and joined the fight.

Ed opened his mouth and closed it again. He wanted to tell Fili that he could "lend" him a little more strength, but he wouldn't be of much use now, anyway...... But he knew that Fili couldn't possibly agree, after all, he didn't have a few breaths left.

He simply stopped holding on, and sat on the ground with a weak leg. He didn't feel the headache anymore, just shivered with cold, his mind was in chaos, his thoughts were floating around in confusion, and he couldn't concentrate at all.

“...... Listen. ”

Once again, the barely audible sound passed through my ears.

He suddenly looked back, and all he could see was a flickering black shadow.

What do you want him to hear? He thought anxiously, subconsciously trying to tell whose voice it was.

Not Felicity...... Nor is it Labaya. Felicity's voice was clearer, Rabea's voice was gentle, but it was cold, crystal clear and unapproachable.

As he unconsciously chased after that voice, more voices flooded into his mind. It wasn't the sound of weapons clash a few paces away, not Ante's roar and Filly's heavy gasps, but more like the wind and water flowing, the fire and air that surrounded him, the cold rocks beneath him, locked in by walls of stone and swirling runes...... Strength.

Power is everywhere.

It can come from a god who is gone, it can come from another distant world, it can come from everything around him...... From himself.

Whisperers. He thought.

They are called whisperers, and not just because they speak the language of dragons, which are not allowed...... And because they can hear the whole world whispering in their ears.

He may have the blood of God in him, but he was born in this world. His life and strength are also connected to this world. Perhaps from the moment he was born—from the moment everyone was born, there was a never-ending whisper of the world in his ears. It's just that very few people can hear it.

Ed held out his hand. A glimmer of light condensed in the palm of his hand, warm and small.

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