Dragons don't really have the concept of "home".

Most of their long lives have more than one mate – and not every couple will have their own offspring until they are numerous, enough for them to choose. Male dragons usually leave before their hatchlings emerge...... Or be chased away by a female dragon. Two creatures who are equally powerful and proud, who don't know how to give in to each other, usually end up together for a long time.

Even the baby dragons will be driven away before they are old enough to pose a threat to their mothers.

At one point, the dragons tried to live like elves, at least by blood, but they didn't get as strong as they had hoped - they soon became too much to endure each other, and the infighting was more damaging than the elves and dwarves "hunting".

So they lived alone, as before, and each set up a territory. If you are driven away...... Or they have their eyes on better territory, and they will snatch it up as they did before, and take it for themselves.

They are born that ...... Maybe that's all it can be.

They do like to collect treasures, but a cave full of gems and coins that has lived for thousands of years is just a lair...... Not home.

Even the world that gave birth to them is not called home, but more like the "territory" of their entire race.

But Is-Chrissus knew what a home was...... Almost from the beginning of life.

For a long time, Criesburg was his veritable home. But when he left and returned, he found that his "home" had been occupied by another family, but there was not much anger - what was truly precious were the memories that belonged to him, the people who would wait for him, and the people he was willing to wait.

So when the ice dragon flew north, and in its uncontrollable anxiety, it suddenly realized that the small valley hidden in the deep mountains seemed to have a sense of home for it, not just a promise to carry, even it couldn't help but be a little surprised.

It only adds up to a few months there. And now, what was "waiting" for him there was nothing more than an old woman with a desire so strong that even a dragon was uncomfortable, and a wooden golem with a melancholy face.

That's certainly not a relative...... It's not even a friend.

It can only tell itself in the form of a dragon that it is its "territory".

This little confusion made it unexpectedly calm when it landed among the blue-purple flowers of Enshi Valley, which always rose and fell in the wind, and even when it seemed that there was no damage to the place, and the old woman was looking at it lazily by the door of the wooden house with a meaningful smile on her face, she was not immediately angry.

It even folded its wings and paced majestically and gracefully to the hut in the form of a dragon, looking down at the daring female mage.

It knew very well that she liked to see it like that...... Far superior to its human form, and what it didn't quite want to admit was that it did have an aversion to that unbridled gaze...... But it is inevitable that he will be secretly complacent because of this.

"Where's Mulder?" it asked, not expecting much truth from the woman's mouth.

"Probably some kind of weird tea again. "I don't know where this hellish interest comes from...... It can't be drunk!"

Iss must transform back into human form before he can get into the cabin. The female mage didn't deliberately stop him in order to take the opportunity to pinch him a few times, but just followed behind him with her hands behind her back, as if it wasn't she who released the white crow to find him.

And his Wood Golem was unharmed—not even a single leaf fell off its head.

It was indeed "meticulously" blending herbal teas that no one loved to drink anymore with the same slow movements as its previous master, not caring how many of them would make the mages blush...... Truth be told, the materials used by Mudder have become more and more strange, and Istu has to wonder if he has made it bad - such a cup of tea is really unfortunate for ordinary people.

However, the hot and fragrant tea was handed to him with a strange color, and he just took it silently.

"Which idiot came to attack Enshiya again?" he asked.

Mulder gestured slowly, though Iss understood that it didn't depend on that.

In this valley, even his brow seemed to furrow a few beats slower than usual—he found a familiar shadow in Mulder's description.

Actually, I can't talk about how familiar it is...... But a man in his thirties with "blonde hair, blue eyes, and a dead left hand" wasn't Eli Crofeller, the necromancer he had helped deal with?

It's amazing how daring he dares to appear here with a big grin. After all, he kidnapped the indispensable Archon of Anktan...... Even though it was his brother too.

Borena is about to track him down to Lutgar's territory, but is he still hiding so close to Limestone Castle?

"Does he really think he can break into the Enzhi Valley?" Isis muttered, unconsciously taking a sip of the pink-purple herbal tea in his hand, instantly refreshed by the fragrant and spicy taste.

"I don't think that's what you should be concerned about. The white dove reminded him with a smirk, but he only raised an eyebrow at her.

"A necromancer who can use any spell,......" he said, "and he's not alone. ”

The mage saw something else in his eyes and nodded knowingly, "You mean Lydia? But that's different, can't you see it?"

"What's the difference?" said Is, "and I didn't 'see' it!"

"I thought you had a heart. The crow pointed at him and then at Mud, feigning surprise, "Can't you see what it sees?"

Iss ignored her. He knew about that spell, but he wasn't going to use it on Mulder.

And Mulder couldn't give him any more details - it was just a golem after all.

"Even so," he turned to the crow, "I don't think this matter is serious enough for you to send that bird...... Have you seen Niya?"

"Who's that?" Raven asked with interest, "by the way, if you want to get something out of me, this skill will really need to be practiced." ”

Is's tense face was faintly blue.

"To answer your question," Raven cocked up a finger, "First of all, I'm getting moldy here, and I desperately need to say a few words to someone so as not to die of boredom—not everyone can talk to a piece of wood like you." ”

Before Is's anger erupted, she pointed her finger to the other side: "And...... I think you'll be interested in that. ”