As soon as Ed was headfirst to the ground, Eth ripped the damn iron ring off his head and threw it far into the corner, regretting that he hadn't done it sooner—and that Ed hadn't come to his senses. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He could only pick up his limp body and stuff it into a chair, grab his shoulders and shake him violently.

"Ed!" he shouted, not caring if he would alarm the others.

Ed's breathing was steady as if he were asleep, and there was even an irritating smile on his lips. Isis rudely slapped his cheek hard and cried out in his ear, "Ed, fool, Singal!"

There was no response.

Panic gradually overpowered anger, and the sound of a rapid heartbeat came up.

"Ed?"

His voice lowered, trying to push the panicked, useless self in his head back into the corner. He's a dragon, he should have a way......

“...... What?" Ed replied in a daze.

His eyelids lifted, and it took a while to come back to his senses, looking blankly at his friend's face that was too close to him, and touching his inexplicably swollen face suspiciously: "...... It hurts?"

Isis glared at him silently. Instinctively, Ed sensed danger in his eyes that were glowing golden, and couldn't help but shrink back.

“...... So, how?"

Is's voice sounded calm.

“...... I'm not sure?" Ed replied tremblingly, "let...... Let me think about ......"

Is's eyes narrowed: "...... Do you want to tell me that you actually fell asleep just now?"

"No! no!" Ed denied even though he had a slight suspicion, "I remember...... I remember ......"

He remembered that he was floating among the stars, he remembered the endless darkness beneath his feet, but he didn't understand the meaning...... Not fully understood.

He remembered a name - it hovered on the tip of his tongue, but there seemed to be a force preventing him from saying it.

Is's expression changed in his hesitation, each of which was so bad that he shuddered to see him, and involuntarily hugged his head and shrunk into a smaller ball.

A moment later, Iss let out a helpless breath above his head.

"The room lends you. He said.

Ed thought for a moment before reacting, even if the drowsiness had been frightened to fly to the Far North Ice Field, he quickly nodded again and again, and offered a grateful smile.

Isis gave him a roll of his eyes and turned to walk to the wall. The "crown" lay pitifully in the corner, looking even more crooked, and Iss frowned and twisted a few times, trying to restore it to its original state, but seemed to have lost interest in "trying it out".

Ed retracted the gaze that had nervously followed him, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

His gaze swept over the table—where the bone fragment was still lying. Ed liked the bird-like symbol, though it still didn't mean anything......

Then, suddenly, the symbol came alive in his mind.

It's much more than just a symbol...... There were so many things that suddenly swarmed out that he was overwhelmed. In the midst of the chaos, there was only a wonderful string of notes, clear and loud that overpowered everything.

He blurted out, feeling it throbbing on the tip of his tongue. It was closer to music than to language, the syllables were sonorous, cold and sharp, as if the blades were clashing, and there was the sound of the thin ice breaking and melting on the forest stream at the beginning of spring.

It sounded so familiar and familiar that he couldn't help but be happy. The next moment, however, intense fear welled up.

It's a ...... A secret he shouldn't know.

The figure with his back to him stiffened as if frozen, and it took a long time before he turned around, and his voice was hoarse:

“...... How do you know?"

He heard...... He heard it so clearly that Ed couldn't deny it...... Maybe it's not just about hearing it.

The window was closed, and in the dim light of the room, his eyes were pure gold, and his expression was ...... His whole being, like his name, was like a spear forged from ice, as if the next moment, it would be mercilessly plunged into Ed's chest.

Ed gritted his teeth, trembling all over, his gaze flustered as he wandered over his friends and bone fragments on the table, which he had suddenly become strangers.

Isis didn't take a step closer to him, but he felt as if he was in a trance on the high mountain of the Far North Ice Field, in that wind-howling cave, as if the huge claws of the ice dragon were pressing against his chest, and he could hear the sound of his ribs breaking one by one, struggling in vain in the darkness before death came......

He sensed real danger.

He could run away - he was already much stronger than before, and he wouldn't even necessarily lose to Is...... It is no longer possible for him to lose to Is. He can defeat him, calm him down, and make him understand that he can never hurt him......

His mind had already turned countless images, but his body was still frozen in his chair, unable to move.

He still kept his lips closed as Iss walked up to him, and although he unconsciously shrank back desperately, he only raised his head in silence and did not make a sound.

He can't use that name...... Once he spoke, everything they had once existed would be gone.

Isis looked down at him. He had the form of a human, but he was purely a dragon at the moment. He saw the expected stubbornness and a trace of grievance on that face, which had lost its blood color from fear, as if he was silently accusing: How can you think that I will hurt you?

But he couldn't control it. An overly strong instinct drove him...... He could almost hear the roar in his soul, the anger that struck him from the deepest fear, and it roared as he tore apart the fragile ...... in front of him But the human who has mastered his real name.

With that name, he controls everything about him...... That is absolutely intolerable for a dragon.

He reached out, claws poking out of his fingertips. He knew he could easily rip Ed's throat open...... That fool wasn't even going to resist. He just shuddered and hugged his knees in his chair, looking up at him quietly, his eyes turning desperate little by little.

He can easily put an end to a dragon's biggest nightmare...... And then what?

The rest of his life would turn into an eternal nightmare. Until someone ...... Maybe it would be Naria, stabbing her sword into his chest.

The right hand slowly drooped, and the silver scales faded beneath the soft, smooth skin of the human.

"Forget it!"

He gritted his teeth, but knew how weak his orders were.

He couldn't have forgotten.

However, Ed nodded desperately, tears welling up in his eyes, and he grabbed his sleeve like a child, as if he was afraid that he would leave.

He may not know that with just one word, he will never have the possibility of "leaving...... Or maybe you know.

Iss sighed silently and tore the tear-snot guy from himself in disgust.

"Don't cry!" he said angrily, "Nalya will complain about me bullying you again...... Wipe your tears away, we still have a lot to do!"

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