For a moment, the entire world ceased to exist, and only the paladin's charred body froze in Ed's vision. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info's blood and breath seemed to be drained, replaced by cold, endless fear, his consciousness hollowed out by instinctive rejection, but his body still stumbled and crawled on.

However, as soon as he raised his hand, Oylan's voice rang in his ears:

"If you don't want him to die faster, it's better not to do anything. ”

Ed froze.

The surging power surged up the tip of his tongue and condensed in his fingertips...... He was forced back again.

"You didn't even know what was going on, did you?" the necromancer's tone remained calm but full of sarcasm, "Don't you feel it? The power you awaken is as fierce and furious as the thawing river of Anktann in early spring...... They respond to you, and you don't know how to control them. ”

Ed could feel it.

The force that had been suppressed rushed wildly in his veins, as if it would break through his body in an instant, merge into the chaotic undercurrent that hovered around him, rushing and roaring in all directions, destroying everything.

"It's unbelievable. Oylan walked up to him and looked down at him coldly, "I've never seen anyone as lucky as you and as stupid as you...... He can turn almost all talents into curses. ”

Ed was speechless.

“...... What should I do?" he said with difficulty.

"I'm sorry. Oylan replied, "The beast you have unleashed can only be taken back by yourself." But I can at least kindly warn you that your ignorance and recklessness have upset the balance here, and if you can't find a way to control it all, you won't just be able to save this hapless paladin...... It won't be long before even the whole of Lockburg collapses because of this. ”

He said it so lightly that Ed felt resentful in fear and panic.

"What's in that good for you?!" he growled, "you're going to die here too!"

Blue eyes rolled slightly towards him, with indescribable indifference and contempt.

"I will live. The necromancer replied lightly, "I can always live." ”

Ed bit his lip hard.

He forced himself to calm down, but he didn't dare to look at Filly's charred flesh. However, after the initial panic, he began to realize that Fili might not be as badly injured as he seemed.

The paladin's eyes were closed, and his stiff body twitched for a while, as if experiencing unbearable pain. But when Ed carefully touched his still intact skin, he felt the same surging power...... and life, so abundant that he simply disdains to draw half from him.

-- Although this is not necessarily a good thing.

He was half-kneeling, dazed and dazed. He felt like a stone poking in the middle of the river, perhaps strong enough not to be swept away, but there was nothing he could do in the face of the monstrous waves in front of him.

Unless......

He stooped to the ground in a posture like a prayer before God.

Unless, he can become a part of it...... He was originally a part of it, like all beings born in this world.

He didn't really need to control anything - chaos and rage were born of his unbridled demands and panicked resistance.

He closed his eyes and allowed himself to sink in, to sink...... The hustle and bustle in my ears slowly receded like a tide, and the roaring torrent gradually turned into a quiet lake, and the wind swept on the water, and the sound of the wind was as thin as a song:

“...... Listen. ”

Throughout, Philip Zeri's consciousness was remarkably clear—at least he felt sober.

He could feel the flames burning through his body, and he could even hear his own skin sizzling like roast meat on a fire, which was terrifying and a little weird...... The pain of being burned by a fleeting flame is hardly worth mentioning compared to it.

The power that filled his body was more unbearable than mere pain. He was like a soap bubble that was blown bigger and bigger, creepyly waiting for the moment when it burst with a bang, but in the end, it was like being blown up into the sky by a gust of wind, and it flew lightly for a long time, and it couldn't be broken...... Finally bored to the point of falling asleep.

When he awoke, he caught a pair of light blue eyes in the darkness, as clear and cold as a frozen lake, without waves.

He didn't recognize eyes like that.

“...... Are you dead?" he asked.

"Nope. Scott replied.

“...... So I'm still alive?"

"Yes. ”

The paladin let out a sigh and felt like he had fallen back to the ground in mid-air. Underneath is a soft futon with a familiar aroma on the nose.

It smelled like Narya's creamy mushroom soup - he had only said it once, but she always remembered that he loved it.

Filly grinned. It's a pity that what returned with the sense of reality was not just the joy and joy of escaping death again.

“...... Did you really kill her?" he asked.

Scott nodded calmly.

"I also killed Aaron Mansini. He said, "It's right outside in the yard." ”

Fili was silent for a moment, then sat up sharply and unceremoniously slammed his right fist into Scott's face.

The muffled sound was unusually clear.

Scott took several steps back to gain a footing. He didn't hide, but he was obviously prepared, even if he was suddenly hit hard, he only frowned slightly, wiped the blood from the corner of his broken lip, and didn't bother to treat it.

Fili glared at him through gritted teeth, and the fire burning in his heart became even more intense.

When he started killing, was he also so expressionless?...... When did he become like this?

There was a soft knock on the half-closed door, and a white shadow entered.

The white panther looked left and right, flicked its tail in the suffocating silence, jumped on the bed as if nothing had happened, and threw herself on top of Fili, as usual, leaned over and rubbed his face.

The tip of its nose is wet and cool.

Filly lowered his eyes and looked at the other pair of light blue eyes that had not changed. He was unconsciously quiet for a moment, and the anger did not subside, but a heavier sadness and exhaustion came to him.

He wanted to question him, scold him, or get into a good fight, and go their separate ways...... But suddenly it felt meaningless.

He knew very well that Scott would not kill Agnes for no reason. He could even guess what Agnes had done—he had spent a long time tracking down the cause of Lowell's death, and once he was willing to admit a possibility, it wasn't hard to guess.

He could accept Agnes' death. What he really couldn't accept was the fact that "Scott killed Agnes" - he couldn't accept such a scott who killed people without scruples and indifference.