He could only see Laval's back now. Much older than him, but still strong, the High Priest had the tall body of a northerner, with his shoulders straight and his back straight. There was only a small patch of blood on his back, and it seemed that he had healed his wounds quickly...... But the breath that overflowed from that little bit of blood clearly came from another world.

He had many dealings with the "guests" of that world...... He can't be mistaken.

It was so funny - Yago burst out laughing uncontrollably.

No one opened their mouths to stop it. Only the air suddenly pressed down, so that he could not breathe or make a sound.

“...... I don't know what the hell you're suspicious. Laval finally spoke, with only a hint of anger on his face, "But I've always been me. ”

"Like the one behind you who 'never betrayed him'?" Is's rhetorical question was sarcastic, "your blood stinks like magma in hell...... Or is it meant that the blood of the priesthood is supposed to stink like this?"

Ed, who was scolded inexplicably, coughed dryly and flew over several times, but Iss just rolled his eyes back angrily - he had already said it, could he still swallow it back?!

"Yes...... Is there something wrong?"

York, another innocent reviled priest, looked at the high priest standing there, still towering, and his mind was in a mess, "I don't see ......"

He still couldn't see anything wrong with Laval.

"I can't see it. Iss sneered, "Even if you use magic, you may not be able to detect it, but a fake is a fake, and if you disguise it too hard, you will show your feet." If he hadn't been hurt, he might not have been exposed, and he didn't have a hint of hell in him...... But there is no human taste either. ”

...... What does it smell like to people? Does sweat stink?

York's lips moved, and he didn't ask. He could see that Iss wasn't explaining to him at all. But he finally breathed a sigh of relief - it wasn't Laval's problem, so to speak...... But the one in front of them who is not the real Laval at all?

And Ed's reaction...... It was subconsciously lowered and smelled himself.

The corners of Is's mouth twitched: "...... Do you think you can learn how to bark when you are really a dog?!"

A few steps away, Laval frowned slightly, neither the embarrassment of being revealed, nor the annoyance of being ignored. He looked at them like his own junior who was bold and reckless because he was young, and there was helpless tolerance in his reproachful eyes.

"I don't know why you're doing this. He looked at Ed, calm and disappointed, "You...... Never disappeared, did you?"

Ed frowned and didn't answer.

"I admit that I came to Staunbuch with a bit of selfishness. "But you all know what Sean is like now...... I can, and should, be a necessary leader, shouldn't I?"

"Shut up. Iss unceremoniously blocked back, arrogant: "Do you think Ed will believe me or you?"

As for what the rest of the other person here thinks, he obviously doesn't care at all.

Laval shook his head regretfully.

"So, what do you want?" he asked.

"Smash your shell," replied Is, "and look what's in there!"

His figure had already approached Laval as the voice fell, and the blade of ice that slashed through the air was thin and transparent, and the light shimmered.

Laval didn't move for a moment. He seemed to see this as another temptation, but when the chill of the ice blade seeped into the top of his head, he finally changed slightly.

He dodged sharply to the right, dodging the attack that would split him in half from his head.

"Isclixes...... his voice froze, "don't go too far. ”

"What do you mean by 'excessive'?" Iss asked him, raising an eyebrow, and the ice blade in his hand spun around, changing from a scimitar to the shape of a long sword, and stabbed straight at him.

Ed was still dragging York to stand there, seemingly unintentional.

"You too...... Still can't be sure, right?" asked Yorke in a tentative whisper.

Ed smiled at him, shaking his head and nodding his head.

"You don't have to meddle. "Just keep an eye on the one by the door," he said...... Don't give him a chance to fish in troubled waters. ”

York understood—he did, like him, he didn't see anything wrong, and he didn't smell any "hellish stench...... But he didn't hesitate to believe in the dragon.

He wanted to say that it was really unwise. If Isis is mistaken, or if it is simply intentional......

Ed waved his staff with one hand, and the inconspicuous gray gem at the head of the staff flashed lazily, and in an instant, a bright light poured down like water, filling the entire space.

This tower echoes it...... York could feel it clearly.

He didn't say anything, just watched as Ed easily turned light into his weapon...... He probably didn't realize that this was the magic that the priest of the Goddess of Dawn was best at.

At that moment, York was depressed to perceive his true emotion—it was intense envy, and vague jealousy and unwillingness.

The ice sword in Is's hand was sharp but fragile. When Laval began to fight back, the transparent sword quickly shattered into countless crystalline ice chips, and then turned into thousands of tiny ice arrows, which counterattacked Laval.

The white light that permeated the hall inlaid dazzling runes on the ice arrows, and also draped a layer of armor-like light mist over Is's body. Two arrows of light flew around in a long arc of light, like a snake waiting for an opportunity, hovering around Laval.

And Ed himself just stood in a corner a little farther away, not even making a sound - he didn't seem to need to say a spell to cast a spell, and he didn't have many gestures.

One is still and one is moving, one is far and one is near...... It seems that one person and one dragon have no cooperation at all, and they cooperate seamlessly.

The enchanted ice bolts are brilliant and distracting. Laval picked up his staff and built two shields of light in quick succession to defend against it. Until this moment, he was still extremely calm, and he could not see the slightest panic of the "pretender", and the spells he cast were undoubtedly the spells of the priest, and did not exude any dark and evil aura.

It's Is...... Silvery scales appeared on his cheeks, and the claws of his fingertips were formidable. Even his body was slightly deformed—stronger, less human-like.

York slowly stepped back until he reached the stone statue by the wall, allowing himself to see the battle clearly. His mouth was dry and bitter. He knew he should keep his eyes on another real enemy, as Ed had said, but his eyes were involuntarily always following Laval.

Ed probably won't get it...... He couldn't help but meddle.

If Laval's is indeed Laval, he cannot afford to sit idly by.