The small arches were carved into the white rock, with rare patterns carved into the top, and at the entrance was a stone wall that was empty, with no statues, no tapestries, no coats of arms...... There is no frills.

"I'm going to have to send you here. ”

Ryan pointed to Iss with the steps down the stone wall, "Keep going down...... Someone will pick you up, probably. ”

Isis frowned unconsciously as he looked down at the staircase that disappeared into the darkness.

"Do you always receive guests in the tomb?" he asked.

Ryan gave him a faint look, "This is not a cemetery...... There are no cemeteries on this island, and the ashes of the dead are cremated and scattered. ”

Isis was silent for a moment and walked down to the right.

Two downward staircases led to an empty circular stone hall, and another led him further down, deep into the beneath of the white island.

He suspected that the place was a cemetery, and not just because it was built underground. There was the smell of death in the darkness and flickering shadows that came over the face, something that the warm flames of the torches could not dispel.

But not all deaths are eerie.

The silence here was like a dreamless sleep, and he couldn't help but lighten his steps. The air became purer and purer—pure and ancient, as if no one had disturbed it for thousands of years.

He unconsciously relaxed, and his heart was at peace...... Then there was a sudden commotion in the air, and the sound of hurried footsteps approached quickly, and then suddenly disappeared.

“...... Sesyana?"

Iss spoke suspiciously.

He could hear the distinctive sound of footsteps...... Even when he escapes, he has a dance-like rhythm.

The elves emerge from the darkness, their eyes twinkling. It looks a little embarrassing.

More footsteps hurried after him, and the two white-robed women also stopped the moment they saw Iss, their expressions more annoyed than embarrassed.

"We've allowed you to come here. You weren't allowed to run around!"

One of them, a teenage girl, shouted at Sethyana in a bit of frustration.

The elf lowered his eyes and said nothing. He's probably less adept at dealing with such a situation than Is.

"Are we guests or prisoners?" asked Iss, coldly, not very politely, "why don't you just draw a circle and let my friend stand still in it?"

He felt that he had heard the girl's voice, and that the vague memory was not pleasant.

The elf gave him a look of surprise before he realized that he had blurted out "my friend...... A smile flashed through the elf's eyes, and Ise looked away in embarrassment. Decide as if you've forgotten what you've said.

"I'm sorry. The other, slightly older woman, whispered, "It's been a long time since anyone has been here...... I'm afraid we're not familiar with how to entertain guests...... Maya. She turned to the maiden, "Please take our elven friends to the garden." I think he'll love it there. ”

The girl's brow furrowed,

"Why me?" she protested, "I brought the dragon back, and I should have brought him to the ......."

"Maya!" the woman raised her voice sternly.

Maya's lips were closed. Stiffly bowed.

"Please follow me. She said to the elf.

That invitation sounded more like a command. Sesyana followed in silence.

As she walked past Is, Maya glared at Is, as if everything was his fault, and the elf's eyes were filled with confusion and unease.

"Be careful. ”

His lips opened and closed, silently reminding.

Isse blinked—he would, he'd had enough of his bad luck lately.

“...... I'm sorry. ”

As she watched the figures of Maya and the elves disappear above the stairs, the woman apologized again, "Maya is the daughter of a noble family. And with amazing talent...... I don't think she has learned to obey yet. ”

There was unconcealed dissatisfaction in her tone.

Iss raised an eyebrow noncommittally. Compared to the calm and peaceful atmosphere, the people here seem to be ...... Mess. There are no rules. There is no order, everyone goes their own way and looks at each other unpleasantly......

But...... He didn't seem to see a few people.

"My name is Vanessa. The woman smiled and made an inviting gesture to him, "Please follow me." ”

They continued downward until the cold glow of some kind of magic completely overwhelmed the glow of the torches on the walls.

"He's waiting for you. The woman pointed to the open door ahead, her voice barely audible in awe, "He will answer all your questions." ”

Iss was skeptical - the only answer he wanted was someone who could answer him, and that person would only say "I'm sorry" to him with a sad look on his face, or tell him impatiently, "It's none of your business...... As for the rest, there will always be countless questions in life, but without answers, he can just as well live without care.

There is a stone wall inside the door, as usual. However, translucent crystals replaced white rocks, and from time to time strange light flowed like water waves. Turning over the stone wall, Iss stopped in some surprise. There is no sacred cemetery, nor a grand underground palace, nor a solemn hall...... It looked more like the crystal cave he had discovered with Scott, Celebrien, and the barbarian's priest, and the one in which Lydia had set a soul trap......

He raised his vigilance and carefully tread a path made of white stone among the clumps of hedrons. Huge crystals intertwined above his head like dense branches and leaves in the forest, and the memories that suddenly poured out of him churned in the bottom of his heart.

He could have helped, even if he was clumsy and reckless...... He can learn, he can be a little more attentive, if only Scottken gives him more trust...... He can still forgive him for all his deception.

At the end of the path, a small clearing was clustered with naturally growing crystals, and the faintly glowing runes also looked like some kind of trap...... above which a vague figure floated above the "trap", which gradually became clear as he approached.

Iss stared in amazement at the pointed ears that were exposed beyond the long brown hair that was neatly combed back—it was an elf!

"Welcome, Is...... Can I call you that?" the elf smiled at him.

He still looked young, and the lines on his face weren't as soft as most elves, but more like a human anyway, and a pair of gray-green eyes were gradually changing to colors that neither elves nor humans could have under Is's gaze.

"I think you know who I am. He said.

“...... Saxis?" Iss looked at those golden eyes and blurted out in shock, "Aren't you already dead?!".

(To be continued.) )