Scribble, scratch ears and cheeks. After writing the third letter, Ed crumpled up the messy paper he had scratched and threw it on the table, fell backwards, and collapsed in his chair.www.biquge.info

This letter to Payne Silverleaf was written with extreme difficulty. There were so many things going around in his head every time he picked up a pen, but he couldn't write a letter into a thick book, and he couldn't go through everything in detail...... There is no time, and certainly not necessary.

He just didn't know what to choose...... The more you know, the more confused you become.

“...... Am I a little useless?" he sighed and grunted, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Sitting across from him, Yi Si, who was also holding a pen and staring at a piece of paper in a daze, did not raise his head: "Is it only a little?"

The tone was very disdainful.

Ed laughed dryly. Although the answer I received was only expected, I inexplicably cheered up.

He sat up straight, took a deep breath, and was ready to do more, but Iss grabbed his piece of paper and slapped it in front of him.

"That's all I can think about!" he said, with a grumpy expression.

Ed glanced at him secretly, and felt that there seemed to be a bit of "I'm a little useless" frustration in the irritability, and subconsciously praised: "Enough is enough!

Sincerely, from the bottom of my heart.

Isis looked at the few symbols on the paper, and then at him, his eyes extremely gloomy.

Ed chuckled again, looking down at the piece of paper.

The Word of God. The gods never taught their powerful language to any of the beings they created, but there were always bits and pieces left over time. Dragons, who are enemies of the gods, are probably the most knowledgeable of all races - even if they don't know their meaning, or even pronounce them accurately, they still have their shadows in ancient memories.

Of the seven symbols that Isis drew on paper, only four could be recognized by Ed...... It's still the name, like the symbols carved into the stone slabs.

Different races have nothing to do with each other, and the only thing they have in common is that they are undeniably powerful. In the era to which they belonged, they were all as bright as stars, and the only thing Ed had heard of was the unblessed life that Iss had told him about - the half-dragon, with the blood of the spotted leaf dragon and the elves, but it was not accepted by either side, and finally died tragically at the hands of his own relatives.

He has two names.

Ed moved his lips in confusion, holding back his words.

He glanced up at Iss uneasily.

Another glance.

“...... If you have something to say, just say it!"

Isis clawed and slammed his head.

Ed's nose nearly slammed against the table, and he looked up with a worried look on his face.

"That bone...... "he muttered quietly, "do you always have it with you?"

Isis squinted at him and didn't answer.

"Better not ......," Ed's voice was quieter.

He knew it was too sensitive. He had promised to forget the name as if it had never been in his head. He never wanted to see the cold, terrifying look in Is's eyes again......

"That's dangerous. He plucked up the courage to finish, "Look, every symbol is a name...... Everyone who left a name, whether it was a dragon, a giant, an elf, or a human...... All are dead. ”

None of them will die well.

The new name is even more proof of this. Even if he hadn't been able to figure out what their deaths had to do with this strange keel, the uneasiness that had been piling up in his heart was growing stronger.

“...... Am I that stupid?" Iss said angrily, "If that's really good, Ye Ying won't shove it for me...... It may be a very powerful weapon, but for me, nothing is more powerful than myself—nothing is more trustworthy than my own strength. ”

This seems a bit arrogant...... Quite arrogant. Ed, however, nodded vigorously, almost wanting to jump up and cheer for him.

Maybe...... It's that he himself always has too many unnecessary worries. He should trust his friends more, as Norway said.

He suddenly thought of how to write the letter to the Silver Leaf King, but he didn't have time to finish it.

"Ed!"

Naria's voice rang out outside the door, "The messenger of Lockburg is waiting for you. ”

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Ed looked at Moira in a daze, and it took a moment to realize that he had been rude.

He couldn't believe what he had just heard...... Deep down, however, he was surprisingly not very surprised.

He just instinctively didn't want to believe it.

“...... Are you sure she really ......" his voice lowered.

"'She's gone. ’...... That's what he told me. ”

Moira replied softly, described as haggard, and spoke in a calm tone—as if it had completely withered.

Ed stopped talking. He wanted to say that there were actually many interpretations...... But if Scott could kill Mancini without hesitation, Agnes ...... What's the difference?

She killed Lowell—that alone was absolutely unforgivable.

"Maybe she's still alive?" Moira murmured, her expression drifting dazed, "after all, no one has seen her...... Corpse...... Maybe there's nothing wrong with that. ”

Ed looked up in surprise, and the pale Queen Mother smiled weakly at him.

"I don't know how to deal with her...... "and if I tell you, I'm actually grateful to Scott for saving me from having to struggle anymore so that I can simply hate and fear him...... You'll think I'm as selfish, hypocritical, and cruel as my husband, right?"

Ed shook his head repeatedly.

“...... I owe you an apology. Moira looked at him, tired and sad, "I've been afraid to tell you...... I don't dare tell anyone. If not...... Maybe Vala is still alive. ”

Ed shook his head again.

"In any case, it's not your fault. He said, but he knew very well how pale the sentence was.

Moira hung her head and smiled wryly.

"But at least it's my fault," she said, "I should have told Fili...... I should have told him personally, after all, no one knows better than me what happened, but I didn't...... I think I can at least get away with this night, one night...... But Frederick knew. ”

With nowhere to vent his hatred, the young king told Philip in a very cruel way the facts he did not know very well.

He soon regretted it—perhaps when the paladin turned away without a sound.

The paladin, who looked big but had never been loyal to his duty, disappeared...... No one knows where he went.

Ed was silent, mixed feelings.

Yes, that's why he doesn't want to believe it...... No one really liked the ubiquitous earl, but Agnes ...... It's someone who loves it.

If even he could see it, he wouldn't believe Scott wouldn't be aware.

Does even his most loyal friend matter to Scott?

He couldn't believe this.