His voice grew louder and louder, his anger so real that it seemed to be genuinely angry that York's desperate revenge had put the entire temple in trouble, and even if he didn't even think about his accusations in front of everyone, the impact on the temple might not be very good.

York turned his head to him, but didn't seem to look at him. He lost his mind for a moment—the weight of the blow made him reveal the confusion that lay beneath the beneath the resolve. It's not that he doesn't know the results...... He didn't hesitate, but soon, he came back to his senses, and the corners of his tense lips showed sunken lines.

"I see what you mean," he said, "that we can indeed shut up all darkness in the temple and present only light to men." But any glory that comes from a lie will eventually be in vain. I know Kao Inari is dead, but why on earth did he kill his only offspring?Did the murderer really come on his orders?Did the High Priest really say those four prophecies after she was stabbed by the Sword of Light?What was the meaning of her prophecy?...... Lord Bounser, this is no longer just about the High Priest, or only about 'our glory.' We don't have the power to find all the answers, and the only way I can think of that is to let more people know...... Let more people come and find it. If we hide everything just to preserve the temple's reputation, when the whole world is completely plunged into darkness, when the dawn really passes forever...... What's the point?"

He took the unwielding lightsaber in Fili's hand, his gaze swept over the blade that was still dazzling under its black veins, and his voice grew lower, but more determined: "Besides, we are believers in the Goddess of Dawn...... We were supposed to be the first sword to pierce the darkness. ”

Even if that sword had to be stabbed at himself.

“...... Do you still believe that?"

In the silence, a soft voice drifted to everyone's ears with the night breeze, "Haven't you ever been disappointed in her?"

The figure standing by the door was petite and slender, not much taller than Tess. As she approached slowly, the candlelight cast a gentle halo over her childish, snow-white face. Her long black hair was braided into fluffy braids over her shoulders, and she was dressed in a linen-colored robe that was simple and unpretentious, and she looked like an ordinary little girl...... But there was a light in her black and white eyes, so bright that it was difficult to look at directly, and so gentle that people couldn't help but want to get closer.

However, with each step she took, a certain powerful aura spread more and more unabashedly. Is's tensed up, almost as if he had the urge to change back to his original form in the midst of this dangerous aura. The natural hostility in the veins screamed wildly...... It's a very different feeling than when you face that white leopard.

The white leopard was just a pair of eyes, a faint consciousness...... And here she is.

No one else who was also pressed under some kind of power would have felt as strongly as him, but almost instantly, everyone vaguely knew her name.

They bowed respectfully to her, with awe, surprise, and endless gratitude, for they had finally been proven in their hesitation that they had not been abandoned.

Only York stared at her in a daze. He deserves to know who she is...... But at the same time, she was more like another person.

“...... The only thing I was afraid of was that she would be disappointed in me. His voice was hoarse, his wide eyes unblinking, and he looked almost greedily into those black eyes, looking for something familiar and attached to him.

"She didn't. The girl replied with a smile, reaching out and touching his eyelashes, which were as slightly curly as his sandy curls, then she turned to Iss and waved her hand.

"Can you do me a favor," she asked, "Little Dragon?"

Isis stared at her for a long time before squeezing out two words: "What?"

These two simple words have all sorts of meanings – are you in a bad nut for the rest of your mind, and what do you want me to do?

The girl naturally chose the latter.

"I know you hate this sword," she said, "but you can't deny that it's an extremely powerful weapon...... Perhaps the most powerful weapon the elves have ever created. ”

Iss wanted to give her a "Phew!" back, but the sound ended up choking in his throat.

"It has been cursed by your ancestors, and has lost most of its power," the girl continued, unconsciously, "and only you can undo it...... So, can you help me? for this belongs to them...... It's also your world. ”

Is's face was very ugly. He could have refused – of course he should. He may not be her match, but she can't sway his will......

“...... Please?" the girl tilted her head.

Her movements carried the coquettishness of a little girl, but her expression did not change. Is's scales exploded all over his body, and he finally slowly got up and walked in front of York.

He glared at the sword. He didn't just hate it, he hated it, it was never bloody—never bloody, but it took the lives of many dragons...... It was built for that.

But he eventually reached out his hand, and blood dripped from his own fingertips. Little by little, he traced every black line on his sword, turning them a blinding red, and then faded away like a stream of water in the sound of his final incantation, like the blood of dragons washed away by time.

When the silver and smooth blade was finally revealed, he heard an angry roar and a long wail, which suddenly sounded and faded away.

No matter how strong the resentment of the deceased is, it will eventually be no match for the hopes of the living.

He lowered his head and stepped away, looking only at his fingertips, the rapidly spreading white light still stinging his eyes.

But at the moment, even Ed didn't have time to care about his reddened eyes. In a low, awe-filled exclamation, the sword of light stretched out again. It was still so long, but it had become a little wider, the lines were smooth and soft, there was no fierce killing intent, but it contained infinite power.

York's hand fell slightly. He felt its weight...... Best suited to his weight, its hilt fits his grip perfectly, as if it were made for him.

He couldn't take his eyes off it. Its dazzling light only did not hurt his eyes, and its sword body did not have the lines that had been tempered thousands of times, smooth as a mirror, but it could not reflect any image. But it wasn't just light—he could clearly touch its cold blade, but he wouldn't be hurt by it.

His heart was filled with great satisfaction and joy, and it was as if great music flowed from the golden strings in his ears, like the sound that rings in the temple at every dawn.

Before he came to his senses, he heard her always quiet whisper:

"The night will be long, kid...... But if you have light in your heart, the dawn will come. ”