When he answered, Sachses did not hesitate, and he could not help but suspect that it was all premeditated...... But he can't go back on it.

He looked at the stone, as dark green as a stagnant pool in a swamp, faintly shining between the hands of Sacis that he was holding on either side. He felt the power being infused into it, not being pumped out. He looked up in surprise, but he couldn't tell anything from the elf's slightly lowered face.

He subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but remembered what Ed had told him before leaving Stonebug:

"I think...... You can also try to believe in Him. ”

So he stood still, feeling the weight of his palm getting lighter and lighter—the stone had no "nourishment" in the first place, and the long time had exhausted the strength of the old spotted leaf dragon, not to mention that it was only a part of it. But now, a gentle whirlwind gradually lifted it up...... It gradually merges with the power that pervades the place.

The light of new leaves flickered, blooming little by little from the inside out, like a slim iris reborn in the stagnant water that was only silt, spitting out bright yellow buds. When it finally blurred into a green shadow, penetrated his palm and fell lightly, the water seeped into the dirt, and where it landed, a pink wild rose drilled out, a lonely and thin one, as if it would wither when the wind blew, and there was a kind of simple and vigorous vitality, as if it would never wither.

It looked so delicate and fragile, but he could feel its strength as thick as the vast earth, tolerant and stoic, and inclusive of all things.

“...... Trinine's rose?" he blurted out, surprised.

"Yes. "That's why it's called the Garden—my father made it the cornerstone of this little world." ”

Isis was speechless for a long time. He had heard of many artifacts, but the "Rose of Trinine" looked like a made-up legend in the ear of a maiden incarnated by the goddess of the earth, an undefeated rose.

However, what made him even more unbelievable than "it actually exists" was that with such a powerful divine power, Yanakga, he only used it to create such a small ...... A world that is almost useless.

He looked around and saw through the gaps in the oak grove a meadow of wildflowers and a pond reflecting the sun...... It was indeed beautiful and peaceful, but this flower, it could have saved Janakgar's life...... It could have done so much more.

"It's a bit of a waste, isn't it?" said Saxes, smiling knowingly, "my father is such a wayward dragon." ”

Thinking of Xingyi, Iss couldn't react except to pout his lips in silence - that was really the same waywardness...... Even Janakga doesn't know who he really is.

The single-petaled rose was now held in the palm of Saxis's hand. The silent changes in the air were imperceptible, but they did happen. The power as thick as water dissipated into mist, which made Iss feel much more comfortable.

The cornerstones of this world have been changed. The dead old spotted leaf dragon probably would not have thought that it could still have such an "honor", and its wreckage did not just become the nourishment of this world...... It became the world too.

"Leaf Shadow...... I thought you hated it. Isis whispered, feeling a little ashamed of his suspicions.

"I do hate it," replied Saxhistan briskly, "either way." Such an outcome may seem like salvation to you, but it is more like exploitation in its view...... It's like punishment. Its power doesn't last long, hundreds of years, or even less, and when this little world collapses, it will disappear completely. It would never like the flower that bloomed on its bones, draining the last of its strength, but not bringing it the slightest benefit, whether its soul still existed or not—I would have preferred it to know the result. ”

“...... You don't have to be so frank. Iss was unhappy. He felt that he had broken his promise to Ye Ying, and he felt that Sacthus had done nothing wrong.

Sachses smiled and tapped his arm, leaving a green mark on his wrist.

"Now," he said, "you can enter here at any time." Despite the disgusting nature of what is buried in the ground, the garden is small but somewhat useful. Stay here...... Can isolate the effects of many spells. ”

Is's hand touched the sigil for a moment, and his voice suddenly became cold.

"Maybe you don't know," he said, "I also promised Ye Ying another request—to bury it here and destroy the cane." ”

"Whatever you want. Sachses replied, seemingly helpless, but also just amused, "Well, I don't mean to hint at anything, just to give you another option...... It's always good to have a little more choice, isn't it?"

Iss glared at him. He couldn't see if he knew the imprint on his soul, if he was like a crow who wanted to trap him in another world...... But the mark on his wrist was really just a key, and if he didn't want it, he could even give it to anyone at will.

“...... And what about you?" he asked, "have you found 'another option'?"

His gaze turned to the rose, "What do you want to do with it?"

"Nothing," Sachses smiled, "just wanted to see...... Whether it can also be opened in another world. ”

.

It was still dark when Ed rushed back to Tonbuch. His face was as white as paper, and his steps were vain, which made Iss frown at a glance: "Did you fight with anyone?"

Ed waved his hand weakly, not wanting to say a word.

"If you want to faint," Filly leaned over and muttered, "you can faint now! ”

Ed just wanted to roll his eyes at him. He thought that only Tess could come up with such a ghostly idea!

Not far away, Sean and Sackses stood opposite each other. The shadow of a tall walnut tree was enveloping them all, and their expressions were obscured, and the atmosphere was indeed a little tense, but it didn't look like it was going to fight—for Sachses was holding a flower in his hand.

It was as if all the moonlight leaking from the branches and leaves fell on the flower, but the faint pink petals were not cold at all, soft and warm like a girl's cheeks, simple and simple, and hidden infinite vitality.

"Trinine's Rose. "Iss knows what he's looking at without having to turn his head," Sean wanted it, but Sachses wouldn't give it. ”

"Trinine's rose...... Ed muttered, but the red and white rose in the girl's black hair, the slightly sweaty forehead, and the fluttering skirt of the dancing at Trine's Day with Naria.

He slapped his forehead and walked over to the two figures who were silently facing each other.