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Or, what stopped Sean was that someone suddenly stood in his way, and he couldn't decide for a moment whether to cut the person in two or kick him far away.

Sean stopped moving, kept his sword down, and glared at Ed in silence.

Looking directly into his beastly eyes, which had completely lost his usual calmness and seriousness, driven by the instinct to kill, Ed couldn't help but swallow dryly, his heart beating like a drum.

He was lucky enough to get away with it...... But it definitely can't cope with the next sword.

The raised arms were petrified and heavy, the pain gradually becoming numb, and it seemed that the weight of Sean's longsword could no longer be felt...... But he didn't withdraw his weapon, and Ed could only hold on to it, not daring to put down his dagger.

Behind him, Scott let out a heavy gasp, followed by a soft thud of his sword striking against the rock.

Ed subconsciously wanted to stand on tiptoe to block his view as Sean's gaze turned behind him...... It's ridiculously naïve, but it's an instinctive reaction - both Sean and Scott are taller than him.

"Sean!" he raised his voice a little embarrassed, trying to get the old man's attention again, "put the sword down!"

He spoke every word...... The voice squeezed out of an overly strained throat sounded like a duck.

But he succeeded.

Sean's gaze fell back on his face, and for a moment of frowning slightly, the reason that had been dispelled by anger returned to his eyes like a trace of cold water.

His expression was in a trance for a moment, but his hand holding the sword was always steady. As he slowly lowered his sword, Ed could barely retract his shaky arms.

“...... We need to talk. ”

Before the breath he had held out was completely gone, Ed spoke, quickly considering whether to lure Sean away or let everyone sit down and talk...... The gods are above, and he doesn't even know why these two people are fighting all of a sudden!

"Yes. Sean nodded, seemingly reverting to the serious, almost cold Paladin Leader in the blink of an eye, "We've got to talk—but not now, not here." ”

His voice was hoarse but calm. Ed watched blankly as he retrieved the scabbard that had been tossed aside, and turned away, as if the man whose face was so distorted that he almost beheaded his only nephew was not him at all.

He had obviously lost his mind briefly, but he knew exactly what he had done, and he didn't feel any guilt.

He didn't even look at Scott again when he left.

Ed stood dumbfounded for a few moments before turning his head.

“...... Who the hell is crazy?" he asked angrily.

Scott actually chuckled lowly.

"Probably me. He replied.

He was holding a long sword, half of his body was covered in blood, but he still stood straight, as if if Sean really rushed over again, he still had the strength to continue to accompany him to the end...... But Ed only blinked, and saw that his right leg was weak, and the whole person fell forward.

Ed rushed over and scrambled to drag him up. Through the thin shirt, Scott's body temperature was terrifyingly high, as if a flame was burning out of his blood...... That's not the temperature that humans can withstand.

The familiar spell was pressed back as soon as it popped out of my mind. Ed remembers the panther's silent warning that spells cannot be cast...... What's more, Scott also gave him almost the same warning.

He barely stood up with Scott, his eyes swept over the half-destroyed courtyard, a white shadow flashed out of the corner of his eye, and Xiaobai swept past them, slammed open the door of a surviving room, and turned back to him and roared back.

The room had probably been unused for a long time, and had been stuffed with an eerie, faint rancid stench in the hot and humid weather of the south...... But it was soon overwhelmed by Scott's gore and another, stronger smell.

Ed panicked as he watched the scar spread from Scott's right arm to his face.

He was pretty sure that such a wound would not exist when he lifted him up—and Shaun's sword could not have created such a wound.

That's burns...... There was a faint blood red under the charred skin, and a viscous fluid oozed from the open wound. Ed held his breath, but still unconsciously remembered Bloomer's empty eyes and the scorching stench that filled the air as if he had been burned by the flames rushing out of his body, and gritted his teeth hard to suppress the urge to vomit.

“...... What can I do?"

It was a long time before he could look directly at the scar that had stopped spreading, and asked in a low voice, feeling that Scott lying on the bed was almost a corpse...... Even if it's not burned beyond recognition like it was ten years ago, it's not much better.

It was only when the secrets that Scott had told him in the dark underworld appeared to him in such an inescapable reality that he realized that he was not ready at all...... That's not something that can be solved by a self-deluded "there will always be a way".

Running around like a headless fly, trapped in countless cobwebs and unable to move, where did he get that ridiculous self-confidence?

“...... Stay here. Scott breathed hard, every word clear, "Don't let anyone in." ”

He was always awake...... Ed couldn't imagine what it felt like.

He couldn't imagine what it would be like to go through the same pain again and realize that this time there was no possibility of redemption.

The white leopard lay behind the door and looked back at him quietly. Those light blue eyes brought a faint hint of comfort...... Then there was more panic.

Even if Isis would remain trapped in the Valley of Enshi, one day he would have to explain it to him...... How would he have to explain it to make him accept?

That's simply not possible.

He sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, staring at the slowly moving shadows on the ground, his mind in chaos.

Naria was the first to break in, and after dark was Fili...... Ed managed to keep them all out, barely remembering what he had said.

Maybe he didn't need to say anything at all. He could imagine how ugly his face was, and the white leopard lying behind the door was an insurmountable obstacle.

After sitting in the dark for a long time, it occurred to him that he should at least light a candle. When that little light lit up, Scott, who was lying motionless on the bed, suddenly tilted his head and looked at the firelight.

Ed was slightly startled, and in the flickering candlelight, the terrible scar on Scott's face had completely disappeared.

. (To be continued.) )