"Because that's not how the language is used in the first place. "It's not a language for communication and exchange, it's a symbol of cohesion and truth, more like a rune for spells, but with more meaning than that—it's also a record." ”

Ed nodded unconsciously. He could see their origin in these symbols, just as he could see in the names he recognized the lives of the dead, perhaps not all, but absolutely real.

He paused, realizing that although he had received two of Saxes' real names, he had not been able to see his "life...... That's not just because he doesn't dare to get too caught up in another long life, but also because the "record" itself is incomplete.

However, Sacthus continued, and he could only pull back his drifting thoughts.

“...... My dad looked into this, but he couldn't use it...... He can't even 'recognize' like you do, it's all about comparison and speculation. ”

“...... Is it because the rules of this language are not compatible with the rules of his existence?" Ed guessed.

"Nope. Sackses replied, "My father told me that all powers, all rules, are the same in the final analysis—that all things are born out of nothingness and return to nothingness, and that nothing is absolutely 'incompatible.'" He didn't recognize it because it was more than he could do. For the language was not even created by the gods...... Rather, they created their language. ”

Proud people always have no scruples, and even more so with a proud dragon. Such an obstacle can only be seen as a challenge, and it will end in the worst failure of its life.

It paid with its life for it.

"His sanity was clearly affected during that time. Sometimes he would stay there like a statue, sometimes he would babble about a whole bunch of things that no one could understand, and in the blink of an eye he forgot what he had said. ”

So, its enemies finally found their chance.

As a spotted leaf dragon that is not known for its formidable fighting abilities, Janakgar's body is almost fragile, and what makes it invincible is its powerful spells. But no matter what kind of talent one has, a mage who can't concentrate is easier to defeat than a warrior who has no muscles.

Thousands of years have passed, and those indelible memories are not clear in themselves. All Sachses remembered was a jumble of colors—overlapping greens, shimmering whites and blues, cloudy grays, harsh reds......

The blood shed by the elves and the dragon mixed together, soaking the black dirt. For many years after that, the eroded land turned into an inaccessible swamp. The elves never spoke of where the swamp came from...... They had paid too much for killing a spotted leaf dragon, so heavy that they would rather forget it themselves.

Sackses still can't understand that kind of desperateness...... Where does that intense hatred come from? Although his father initially appeared to his mother in the form of an elf, she was not forced to give up, and after she knew that she loved a dragon, she did not give up because of it.

Or, because of this, the presence of Yanakga is even more unforgivable to the elves—it can make an elf turn his back on her gods.

So death is it...... It's the only ending they deserve. His father has at least left many traces, and its power is indelible, and his mother, in all the remaining legends, is only a silent and vague shadow. She died quietly, her love and sorrow, her bravery and her struggle, no one remembered, and no one cared. By now, perhaps even her name existed only in his memory.

When he suddenly fell silent, even the white crow quietly moved a little farther away. His anger was daunting like a hurricane, but his sorrow was like a dark sea, cold and heavy, so heavy that it was impossible to breathe.

Ed lowered his eyes to hide his sympathy. That's definitely something that the Sachses wouldn't want. But at the same time, he was a little more relieved by it. He didn't know how the two souls of Sachses coexisted, and he didn't know if the other had disappeared completely, but if the other was full of hatred and malice, the other was kind enough to forgive his father's murderer...... He will only, and should be, more vigilant.

The finger hanging in mid-air falls back to the paper. Saxes's gloomy countenance returned to calm, even a little dazed.

“...... Maybe you've heard of Romuan. Ed carefully whispered a name to call his attention, "The one who twisted the three-storied tower...... He was known as the 'Mad Mage'. We found a ...... from where he once lived. He named it the 'crown', and those who wear it can read any language. It is said that it burned out Romuan's brain, but ......"

"It doesn't burn you out. Sacksis said.

“...... I didn't think it would be useful. ”

Now that I think about it, Ed actually has lingering palpitations.

"And how dare you put it on your head like that?" the crow sighed as he tapped on his plate, "Do you know why your brain hasn't burned out?—— it's no worse anymore." ”

Such sarcasm was no longer painful for Ed, but he fought back a little.

"Perhaps. "But it's sturdy anyway...... So I'm pretty happy with it. ”

Swallowing your anger is never the right way to deal with this uneasy female mage. Unexpectedly, she choked on nothing to say, but it could have quieted her for a while.

Sachses smiled, as if he had broken free from the mire of memory.

"Romuen West," he said, "is an interesting fellow. His comprehension of magic, his perception of the rules, may have surpassed that of my father...... I thought he had something special about him, like a bloodline like yours, but it didn't seem to be ...... He opened my eyes to the almost endless possibilities of humanity. ”

This "maybe" burns incomparably hotter because of the transience of life, and it is also because of the transience of life that it does not burn to the point of destroying the world.

"His consciousness has touched the primordial rules, so he was able to create the 'crown', but the shell that carried his soul was not strong enough, so he was 'crazy', like my father...... I don't know for sure, but he probably went crazy before he put on that crown himself—though madness wasn't necessarily another freedom. ”

“...... Have you seen him?" Saxess's rare compliment made Ed curious.

"He's been to White Rock Island. "It took some effort for me to get rid of him." ”

"I thought you ...... Do you like him?"

"Just appreciating...... Maybe some envy. Sackses calmly admitted.