Firm, but also helpless.

"You know it's not. Scott spoke softly.

"I don't know anything. The increasingly stubborn dragon was clearly deliberately misinterpreting what he had said to it in the temple.

Scott sighed softly and fell silent again, slightly distracted.

He can explain it to it. He could mistake it for thinking that its guess was correct, so that it would not continue to search desperately for the so-called "truth" - in any case, the speculation that went back too far was more or less true. He even felt a little relieved that this simple and lazy "younger brother" was finally willing to use his brain, and that he was born with something useful that would make Icabold envious, and that he had accumulated hundreds of thousands of years of memory...... But the exhaustion and boredom that grew up endlessly in his heart wrapped around his soul like aquatic weeds, and dragged silently into the dark and cold water.

Suddenly, he didn't want to say a word.

He remembered what kept him going in the midst of a hopeless and insane nothingness, and he remembered why he would rather give up many of his persistences than take that only chance to return to this world...... He returned, but the price he paid for it kept him involuntarily away from what he cherished most.

He failed Sean and Felicity, he lost his faith, he lost his former companions, he lost the trust of his friends, he lost Valla, and now ...... He probably lost Is, too.

He even unconsciously began to wish to be able to truly embrace death—the tranquility he could have had, but at the moment he made his choice. He has completely lost it.

What's the point of all this?

The ice dragon didn't ask anything more, just flicked its tail in a fit of anxiety or restlessness. In the sound of the drizzling rain, the sudden silence was like an invisible wall. Dividing them into two worlds that cannot be blended.

A low roar came faintly from a corner of the city, as if there was a building somewhere, after more than a thousand years of wind and rain erosion, could no longer withstand the storm and collapsed.

“...... What the hell do you want to do?!"

The ice dragon finally couldn't help but break the silence. It roared as it approached Scott, its massive claws slapping heavily against the ground, its voice revealing deep frustration.

“...... As you can see, let my god get everything he deserves. Scott took a deep breath. He replied calmly, "If you can guess what he used to be, maybe I can tell you why I need the corpses of Ice and Silver Fang—you know I'm not really a Sage." The human body cannot withstand such a contract. I need a dragon ...... And that certainly can't be you. ”

He sincerely hoped that this explanation would satisfy Is...... At least it's not a lie.

The ice dragon looked at him suspiciously for a long time, as if he couldn't tell if he was lying.

"I didn't mean to get your forgiveness in exchange for this......"

"I'll never forgive you for what you did to my mother!" the ice dragon interrupted him in a furious manner, its tail whizzing through the air and hanging limply. "But I can forgive you...... Merely. Do you really know what you're doing?"

"I don't understand what you mean. Scott frowned, "I've ......"

"Do you really need me to warn you?" the impatient Ice Dragon interrupted him again, "If the god you believe in is the cunning Flame Dragon, it will only be filled with hatred for all the lives created by the gods...... Elves, dwarves, and you humans are nothing more than lice crawling on the body of this world in its eyes!"

"We lice are the only force that can keep it alive today. Scott struggled to keep his composure—he had to believe something," he said, choosing to be something else. You have to follow the rules of another world. ”

"What when it's strong enough? Scott, I know the dragon. Of all the dragons, they are the most powerful and the most ferocious, arrogant and suspicious...... What do you think it will bring to a world that has driven its people to the brink of extinction?" the ice dragon snapped out without thinking.

“...... Enough!" Scott roared, his heart pounding heavy and fast, as if it was about to knock out of his chest. He suppressed all the panic and fear that surged from the bottom of his heart with his anger, and unconsciously grasped the hilt of his sword with his right hand.

"It's blasphemy. He glared at the ice dragon in front of him and said word by word, "No matter what, I am called the Sage of Nethers...... He was also the only one who responded to me and pulled me back into this world from nothingness...... Don't say that in front of me! Even if you're a dragon...... Even if he was once your kindred. ”

"How did I not know you were so religious?" the ice dragon's voice froze.

A hint of embarrassment flashed in Scott's eyes, and he blurted out in annoyance: "I didn't know that you would care so much about this world where you are the only dragon." ”

The ice dragon slowly raised its head and looked down at him, the anger in its eyes gradually turning into sadness.

"There are very few people I care about. It told him, "But I know Scott Christus...... I was the one who cared so much about the world. Tell me, Scott, which one is real...... The one I remember is still the one in front of me?...... Or are humans inherently such a fickle race?"

Scott's lips closed palely, unable to answer.

“...... Maybe you're right, there's nothing in this world that deserves a dragon's attention. The ice dragon's whispers were full of exhaustion and disappointment.

The rain had stopped, and the white moonlight was falling from among the clouds. When the disappointment also cooled to ashes, the golden eyes of the ice dragon looked a dull gray in the moonlight without temperature.

It slowly retreated, flapping its wings and rushing into the night sky, never looking back.

Scott looked up and watched the white dragon turn into a tiny little and disappear behind the clouds - he didn't know if it was a success or a failure...... He pushed it farther, far enough away to avoid all the catastrophes that might befall him. Above the clouds, under the starlight, is the world that belongs to it, and it should be unrestrained and without any concerns.

Even if the body was torn apart by the dragon's claws, it would not be more painful than the words it left behind...... But the intense pain pierced the darkness in front of him like a sharp sword.

Maybe it's time to face what he's been running away from – it's time to face the self that may still exist.

If he really sows some kind of evil fruit...... It may be too late to end it now.

(To be continued......)

PS: Even though it's only two thousand, it's still more...... Tomorrow to receive the partner I don't know when I will be able to go home, maybe stop the change or change another two thousand, 55 ......