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He had come to see Moira, neither armed nor staffed...... Although it probably won't help much.

He had watched Iss use ice as a weapon more than once, and now he had used it without thinking. He wasn't moving as quickly as Is, but Scott probably didn't expect him to make this move.

He wasn't stabbed, but retreated a little hastily. Ed seized the opportunity to slam the ground, bunches of vines ...... Or tentacle-like shadows tumbling up from the ground and wrapping around Scott's legs.

Ed was a little surprised. It wasn't this that he had summoned, the shadows that were too thin had a faint blue glow, and they looked as fragile as anemones...... But it works just as well.

Scott always uses the sword first when fighting, it's an instinct that goes deep into the bone marrow.

He flipped his wrist and swung his sword in a neat manner that made Ed envious...... However, the sword does not cut the light.

The blue light twisted and rolled, and the snake quickly stretched upward, wrapped around Scott's arms and neck......

“...... Wait!" Ed blurted out.

He didn't want to hurt Scott...... He couldn't hurt either.

The dazzling light made him involuntarily close his eyes, and the flames burst out from Scott's body before he could fully recover his vision.

It wasn't the golden red that Ed was already familiar with. Although it was still scorching, it was as white as the sunlight reflected from the snow-capped mountains of a giant's spine.

The tentacle-like blue light dimmed in the unusually bright light, and the tentacle vanished.

“...... A little better. Scott said lightly, "But it's not good enough." ”

Ed licked his chapped lips. He had come to understand that Scott didn't really want to kill him...... But that doesn't mean he's going to show mercy.

The oncoming sword was terrifying, as if the wind alone was enough to split Ed in half. Ed struggled to control the fear in his heart, his fingers flexed and stretched, and he said the incantation aloud for the first time.

He is not a warrior...... He had to find his own way of fighting. No matter how ridiculous he used to find it to be while fighting for life and death, it was a good way to concentrate.

The light bombs dragged a long trajectory towards Scott, one after the other, like a meteor that filled the sky last night. Even Scott couldn't withstand such a dense attack, so he could only defend with his sword, and Ed took the opportunity to step back and try to distance himself from him.

As the light bullet vanished, a whistling whirlwind swept towards Scott's body, and sharp blocks of ice spun rapidly through it. The summoned wind elemental was more powerful than ever before, and it was incredibly nimble, and it took a moment for Ed to calm himself down when it was able to wrap itself around Scott.

It's not impossible for him to beat Scott...... Especially here.

He was unarmed, lacked materials, unprepared, but an abundance of power was rushing into his body, condensing incantations on the tip of his tongue that he had never learned. He just...... Need to learn how to control.

For a moment they were almost evenly matched, though all of Ed's attacks were aimed at avoiding being cut in half or burned in half by Scott. He still had a few wounds, but none of them were even serious enough to require him to be treated - and he didn't have the time.

When the ground suddenly began to shake, he stopped suddenly.

“...... Scott. He whispered, "The tower will collapse!"

His gaze fell to the ground. The Heart of the Deep shows no signs of shattering...... But after all, this tower is just a rock-heaped structure, and it can no longer withstand their power.

"So what?" Scott dealt with the phantom Ed had summoned from another world with a final blow, his voice calm without a single undulation, "you have to make a choice." ”

He sprinted so fast that Ed didn't have time to react. The magic trap that had been set up briefly stopped him, and when he rushed in front of Ed, Ed blinked and gave up resisting.

"Or ...... Somewhere else?" He haggled quickly in a small voice.

Scott's longsword stabbed under his armpit, nearly pinning him to the wall.

He glared at Ed, his eyes bursting with anger that Ed didn't expect.

"Ed Singhal!" he whispered in his ear, "It's not a joke!"

"I know!" said Ed, cheekily, "I made a choice!—I choose to believe that you won't have to bring down this tower just to force me to learn how to fight." Moira and Philip are in Rockburg!"

“...... What if one day you had to choose between killing some people and killing more?!" Scott glared at him angrily, but the cold mask on his face had been shattered piece by piece, revealing deep frustration and helplessness.

"Isn't that time yet!" replied Ed.

The corners of Scott's eyes twitched, and he wanted to thrust his sword down to teach the still naïve guy a real lesson—but his heart couldn't get that hard.

He was about to pull his sword out of the wall, but suddenly paused.

Something shot at him, piercing through his body.

It doesn't hurt...... It's just a little cold.

Ed's eyes widened in horror - he could clearly see the tip of a sword poking out of Scott's shoulder.

A transparent sword, stained red with blood.

He lifted his eyes, crossed Scott's shoulder, and saw Is, who was pale on the steps and raised his right hand again.

Another blade of ice took shape in his hand, his hand steady without a hint of trembling, but his voice floated unusually weakly in the air.

"Let him go. He said.

Ed opened his mouth in a panic, trying to explain, but his voice was choked in his throat for some reason.

“...... Let him go!" said Is, raising his voice.

Ed put his hand on Scott's chest. He could at least heal Scott first......

Scott shook his head at him—an inexplicable smile in his eyes.

He drew his sword with a different hand, took two steps back, and turned to Is, but he didn't have time to speak.

Sudden flames surrounded him. Ed subconsciously reached out to grab it, and the flames burned his hand, and in an instant he disappeared with Scott, leaving behind a voice like a contemptuous roar.

Iss jumped down the steps and rushed over to check on his wounds.

“...... He didn't hurt me. Ed muttered.

He had several wounds and was covered in blood, which seemed a bit unconvincing.

"Then why did he run away?" Is's voice was cold and hard, but Ed could hear his fear and anger.

Ed kept shaking his head. He was so close, close enough to see the fear that crossed Scott's face for a moment.

He wasn't leaving on his own.

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