Now, the crystal ball that Ed had taken out of the hands of his ill-fated ancestors was carefully placed on a small dark blue velvet cushion in the center of the table—Ed swore he had apologized countless times to the body of the disturbed deceased and had moved the lid back to its place, but it had not changed Vala's face any better.

"You should have sworn to her that you would never do such a thing alone again. Naria whispered in his ear. Despite always arguing with her father, she knows exactly what parents are most worried about.

"I swear I'll never do this alone again!" Ed raised his hand in goodness.

The corners of Vala's mouth twitched, unable to be gloomy any longer.

"Most people don't believe what happens in a dream. Celebryan looked at Ed with interest, "Most people keep their mouths shut even if they find out it's not a dream. His spirits looked much better, but he was still pale, as if he could turn to ashes and disappear into thin air at any moment.

"You're saying I should hide it silently? What's the point of me finding it? It's been hiding well in that coffin. Ed leaned on the table and stared at the crystal ball. After being wiped clean, the inconspicuous ball took on a translucent light blue like an ancient glacier, "Besides, no one told me what to do in my dreams, so I guess I can make my own decisions." Ed said, his big, deep blue eyes sparkling, "And, I guess you know what it is." ”

"I know what?" the half-elf blinked, looking like he was smiling.

"Anyway, I know a little bit. Ed said triumphantly, "This thing has something to do with the water god who tried to help but didn't succeed." ”

In his dream, the desperate young man refused help when his prayers were finally answered—apparently the water god was not what he wanted.

The half-elf gave him a deep look and didn't deny it.

"Or, this honorable pastor, you can take it with you. Vala didn't want to leave that thing at the castle at all, she had always stayed away from those mysterious powers. She didn't know what kind of danger it would pose, let alone the trouble it would cause if the priests and paladins of the water god knew of its existence.

"I can't, my God is jealous. The half-elf chuckled, "I suggest that your son take it with him, ma'am." The one who was guided in the dream and found it was Ed, and they had better stay together until we knew more. ”

His voice softened, and the captivating tone could convince anyone: "I can assure you that it's not dangerous." ”

Vala hesitated for a moment, then nodded reluctantly.

Ed quickly grabbed the crystal ball into his hands. It was round, cold and comfortable in the palm of his hand, as if it were the perfect place for it.

Alan quietly watched his expression and frowned slightly.

"Keep your secret, Ed. Cele Brian's voice was as soft as a whisper, "It's not wise to let more people know about its existence. ”

Ed doesn't like secrets—secrets always bring a lot of trouble. But this time, he clenched the crystal ball and nodded vigorously, feeling relieved.

It belongs to him. It gave him an indescribable satisfaction.

They relocated the sarcophagus in the chamber and built a new burial chamber in the family cemetery not far from the castle with ready-made stones, where they buried all the sarcophagi and statues.

The name of the unfortunate man could not be found anywhere, and his tombstone was empty. For many more years, no one will remember who was buried here, and even his legend will not be mentioned again.

The sorrow he had experienced in his dream weighed down like a stone on Ed's heart. Sometimes he thinks he's forgotten, but the memories always come back inadvertently. Occasionally, a mist would trap him in his dreams, and when he woke up, he would take out the crystal ball hidden in the pendant box and hold it tightly in the palm of his hand. Its icy temperature always calmed him down.

He didn't tell anyone. Those are just dreams, real dreams. The only regret is that he never dreamed of Ise, his friend, again. He didn't know who had sneaked into his dreams and used the appearance of the blonde boy to trick him into trust, but he knew what he wanted most.

He wants his friend back. The friend who tried to protect him even after his change was forced to disappear into the remote and dangerous Far North Wasteland.

He's ready for it.

Bye Jan knelt on one knee in front of the statue of Goddess N'o, bowing his head in prayer. It used to calm him down, but now ...... It had been a long time since he had known what it was like to be at peace.

He looked up at the serene face of the goddess. Legend has it that the god of water is the most fond of humans among the gods, because human nature is as unpredictable as water. In Rutgar, however, people like to portray the god of water as a kind and gentle goddess, feeding the continent like a mother, and ignoring the cold and violent side of water.

Just like the Vinez River, which once roared and devoured countless lives along its banks.

If he saw the indifference in the gentle face of the idol, perhaps it was not his delusion.

He wasn't expecting Ni'o to personally punish the ice dragon who had destroyed her temple with her mighty powers. The gods have not intervened directly in anything in this world for many years. But she should have given them more help than to let the dragon flee far away, allowing people to question the strength and piety of her knights.

He grew resentful—knowing that he shouldn't have been, but that he couldn't control it.

Distinctive footsteps sounded behind him, one light and one heavy, and then stopped.

He abruptly got up and walked to the other side of the temple without looking back.

"Bye, my friend......" the man sighed.

"I'm not your friend!" said Baie, turning his head sharply, the hatred that burned in his eyes day after day never cooled, "Jules is ...... But I'm guessing you've probably forgotten. ”

But he couldn't forget.

The blood-and-blood corpse of Jules became clearer in his mind day by day. His twin brother, who was more tolerant and patient than him, supported him as always when he chose to become a paladin against his father's wishes - he always accepted Alan's requests again and again to take care of the siblings for him. He didn't deserve that fate than anyone else in the world!

He regretted countless times that he hadn't killed the monster at first sight. He had that chance, he should have rescued the siblings in the underground river and realized that he was not human, he should have swung his sword at the monster kneeling beside Jules's corpse without hesitation, but he hesitated because of the confusion, fear and helplessness in the light blue eyes that gradually regained clarity.

And after that moment of hesitation, it was impossible for him to pierce the body of the monster that had returned to the form of a teenager with his long sword in front of the other villagers who had arrived.

Remorse consumed him all the time. Everything he saw, even flowers in the sun, was stained with his brother's blood. And three years later, he still can't avenge him.

They had chased Anktan, Ruttger's northern neighbor. But when the ice dragons flew to the northern ice fields, they had to retreat. The only gods that the barbarians worship are their ancestors, and they don't like any other race to enter their territory. Newly weathered by civil strife, Anktann was unwilling to provoke the offspring of the raging, furious giants for an ice dragon, leaving the paladins alone in a perilous and desolate land.

He once asked to go alone, but Shaun Frey refused.

"Obey orders, knight. The gray-haired man told him expressionlessly, "Wait for your chance." Unnecessary consumption and sacrifice are meaningless. ”

He departed angrily, remembering that Sean Fletcher was Scott Criesers, the ice dragon's titular "brother" and only uncle.

The paladins have spent nearly six years searching for the missing Scott, isn't that a pointless drain?

- He couldn't help but doubt everything.

He'd gotten word about the ice dragon again, and this time, he wouldn't let it escape again anyway.

"I'll find it. He coldly told Alan Carvo that the man who dared to enter this temple and stand in front of him, "I will find the monster you raised, and I will throw its head in front of you." I'll find out what you're hiding, Alan Cavo, and what you're saying about that dragon is a lie!"

Alan looked at the paladin's back speechlessly. Jules was indeed responsible for his death, and he could not refute Baie's words - the paladin's anger and hatred were understandable, but he feared that Baie, who was gradually becoming blind and extreme, would take another dark path from which there was no turning back, just like Lydia.

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