The ice spreads along the barely visible "spider silk" as fast as it does when it is ejected. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoEd's eyes widened, and without blinking, he carved into the wonders of that moment—the criss-crossing strands of ice condensed in mid-air, as if weaving a shimmering, translucent veil, and under their cover, everything that was piled up or hung in this crazy rabbit hole haphazardly possessed a mystery, like a dream.

But it was only a very short moment, so short that Ed didn't even have time to make any emotion. A burst of sound sounded out of nowhere...... It was as if the sound of a small of people coming at them from all sides made his scalp tingle—it sounded like a tidal wave of insects and ants were rushing in, ready to gnaw them into a pile of bones in the blink of an eye.

The decorative insects on the walls came to life—that was his first thought.

Almost without thinking, he waved his cane and made a circle above their heads. The gray gem on Celebrian's staff flashed lazily at him, barely holding him up for his invisible defenses.

However, the danger does not come from behind...... Not even from those innocent beetles.

There was a muffled sound, and the huge rabbit skeleton in front of them, as if made of flour, instantly collapsed into ashes.

The dust was flying in front of him, and there was a rumbling crackling sound, and from time to time there were clouds of strangely colored smoke. The cave, which had remained intact for two hundred years after the death of its creator, was destroyed in an instant.

Ed dragged the annoyed and angry Is, and retreated, while Nia had already flown into the passage, laughing uncontrollably.

When the chaos gradually subsides, they will only be left with real "garbage" in front of them. In the moment when the magic was destroyed, the stillness of time began to flow again, and darkness and decay consumed everything, leaving behind piles of unrecognizable and indistinguishable fragments.

Ed was speechless for a moment...... Perhaps they should be glad that the dirt and rocks above their heads didn't collapse and bury them alive.

There was more anger in Is's silence - it made him hiss and shivered.

“...... You've said it doesn't always work. ”

Ed tried to reassure him, "Maybe this trap is meant to be like this...... If you try to sabotage it, you will completely destroy the whole place. ”

Iss glared at him, his gloomy face not looking any better.

"At least, probably no one will be able to find the crown...... If it's really here. ”

Ed continued to work hard.

"Has anyone complimented you, Ed? You're really thoughtful. Nia was still laughing.

Ed scratched his chin a little embarrassed.

"I think we can still try to find it. It's a bit of a hassle though...... But at least there shouldn't be any more danger?" Nia narrowed her eyes and rubbed her hands together.

As soon as he finished speaking, several strange noises came from the huge garbage heap, dull and eerie, like a snake writhing dangerously under the fragments...... It was like something was struggling to crawl out.

“...... Did you hear that?" asked Ed, confused.

“...... Help......" another, more subtle and feeble voice trembled and floated over.

As he dragged the wriggling "egg" out of the pile of rubble, Ed was overjoyed to think that it would be the immortal Deamo Karp who was wrapped up in it—he had a lot of questions to ask him.

But when the gray fluttering was inconspicuous, but the unusually tough silk net was cut little by little, what appeared in front of him was another familiar face.

“...... Tracy!"

A little sorry for Amo, Ed couldn't help but exclaim even more delight - it was an unexpected surprise.

Even the round face was sunken like the wilted apple from before, and the sandy curls became like a mass of moldy and blood-stained straw...... Ed was sure he wouldn't admit it, but York Tracy, the young priest of the Goddess of Dawn, stared at him with glazed eyes, as if he didn't recognize him.

His chapped lips opened and closed silently, and his eyes rolled around in horror and dazedness. Ed healed the open wound on his head, but feared he hadn't just broken his head.

His fingers felt a thin, hard, cold strand in the priest's hair, and carefully plucked it off.

It was a crooked iron ring, rusty, so rough that the iron spikes at the junction were not smoothed, and there was no decoration on it, but there was a short line of runes...... Ed stared at the marks of different shades for a long time, and finally made out that what looked like a drunken sailor had carved indiscriminately was not a rune at all, but a simple ancient elven language.

"...... 'crown'. He read it dryly, not knowing for a moment what expression he should show.

"Good luck!" Nia gleefully clapped him, "Ed, you're really fit to be an adventurer!

Silently, Isis reached out and snatched away the ridiculous and dangerous "crown", frowning slightly.

“...... How did he get this thing when he was wrapped up in a cocoon as soon as he broke into this place?" he asked.

"Who knows. Nia shrugged, "Maybe Romuen found out it didn't work for him and threw it out in some garbage heap outside...... He can do that. ”

“...... How does he know what this thing is for?"

“...... Maybe you don't know?"

"Would you put such an ugly thing on your head without knowing anything?"

"There's a 'crown' engraved on it, everyone wants to be a king, doesn't they?"

“...... Nia Meyer!" Is's voice was tinged with a hint of anger, "What the hell are you playing?!"

York, who had not yet broken free from his restraints, shivered and trembled, his eyes wide open in fear, desperately trying to get out of the way, but he was as weak as a dying old man. Ed could only tap his chest and look at Isis and Nia uneasily.

He knew that the whole thing was strange - there were too many coincidences to explain, like someone had deliberately given York and the "crown" to him...... But he didn't feel like Nia was manipulating it all. Although the thief does look a little heartless, hasn't he always been like this?

Perhaps Iss cared more about those warnings than he did—Ed realized them for the first time.

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