Piracy detected!"We found it... Holy Cross Ancestor's, we actually found it?!"

Under the snow-capped mountains shrouded in darkness, a huge entrance with obvious traces of artificial masonry stood majestically in the blizzard, completely hidden under the snow by the surrounding ice and mountains, and it was difficult to find the exact location of the place even if you were nearby.

What's more, the nearby rock is also engraved with the long-obscured Sakran Cross, as well as a small inscription from the "Old Book" of the Holy Cross.

"May the light of the Holy Cross pierce the darkness and restore the redemption of sinners on the road to hell......"

With a stunned expression, Isaac, who was covered in mud, slowly turned his head and looked at the gray-eyed young man who was ten times worse than him, squatting on the side and gasping for breath: "What do you think this is?"

"Traces left by the First Wizard. Lusian struggled to breathe, frowning, "And... Ancient Sakrand Cross?"

"yes, thank you so much for telling me this. Isaac, who had a flat mouth, rolled his eyes and pointed directly behind him:

"Please, do you want me to be clearer - tell me, what do you see?"

This time, the one who rolled his eyes was replaced by Lu Sien, and he spread his hands helplessly:

"Nidhogg, the dragon king... of the entrance, we found. ”

"Nidhogg——!

The excited Isaac raised his hands into fists above his head excitedly, and his cheeks covered with mud and blood and frostbite smiled like a child: "Lost for hundreds of years, the legendary Dragon King City has rediscovered in the thirteenth generation of the Sakran Empire, and Isaac Grantham is her discoverer——!"

"And ......" Seeing the unhappy Lusen on the side, Isaac, who was "flattering", dragged a long end to it: "And two of his friends who happened to be with him—a slightly inferior junior from the same college, and a certain precocious and overcorated Elemon who could beat him forty-eight at once!"

Hearing this, the tired Lusen snorted softly and slightly hooked the corners of his mouth.

"Enjoy the moment, and we'll find a way to celebrate when we get to the Nidhogg Gate - I wish Loren's package had two bottles of Eberden in his package, and while I don't drink, it seems like a good idea to watch the sunset from the walls of the Dragon King. ”

"Even if you do bring wine, you can't have it back. ”

"Ah, that's a pity. ”

Isaac shrugged his shoulders a little disappointed, and then ran to the entrance with his hands dancing again, and caressed the cold and piercing doorstone affectionately:

"That's right, it's right behind here—this must be where Logan entered Niederhogg, but time has passed, and the stones on it have fallen;

Luthen, come and see I've found it, and this is the cross-section of the stone fracture, and it looks pretty new... Probably in the last few decades? Because the glacier has shifted and the beams above have lost their bearings.

Can you come over and help the handle move this big thing away? Not modestly, I don't think I'm really very fit for this kind of manual work, or is it better to leave it to you who can beat me forty-eight, what do you think?

Luceen, alas, Lusin you... What are you doing sitting there?"

Isaac, who had been talking to himself for a long time without reacting, realized that when he turned around, the gray-eyed boy was still sitting in place, gasping softly, he just looked at his feet silently, and his blurry eyes also lost their original color in exhaustion.

"Are you too tired? uh... It's not incomprehensible, after all, it's been such a long run. Isaac, frowning and still talking to himself, sat beside him:

"Why don't we rest for a while? Of course it's not because I'm considerate of you or anything, I'm tired too, really, and it's just the entrance, it's not a big deal, there's no need to get too excited......

“...... I was supposed to be bait. ”

The gray-eyed boy with a depressed expression spoke silently.

"Huh?"

"Faoda ...... The Apostle of the Evil God of the 'Dead One' is so powerful that if His Majesty Eckhart II had not been able to destroy it back then, it would have been impossible for Lord Loren alone. ”

"So... He just didn't want me to die in vain, so he took the initiative to become a bait and say something 'plan' and other deceptive things. ”

The more he spoke, the more depressed Lusen's expression became, and his bitten lower lip was dripping blood.

"Hmm...... I understand. Blinking, Isaac straightened up and said, "Do you think you're too weak, that's why Loren doesn't want you to be bait, lest you get caught too quickly and we won't have time to escape?"

Lusen opened his mouth, and his slightly trembling body made his voice choke a little:

"Could it be... Isn't it?"

"Of course, or else?" Isaac looked at him as a matter of course.

The corners of the gray-eyed boy's mouth showed a bitter and self-deprecating smile:

"yes, otherwise ......"

"But... Aren't we all like this?" Isaac continued, "Monsters, goblins, apostles, avalanches, evil gods...... It's not just you, we humans are small, weak, and very worthless in the face of these horrible ghosts. ”

"But it's we weak, unworthy, incompetent creatures who rule most of the known world and drive these damned gods and monsters into this icy snow, do you think we're able to do that because we're harder than their fists?"

Lusen was stunned and lowered his head thoughtfully.

"No doubt because we're harder than their fists, of course, or else?" Isaac pouted and shrugged, "I can't think of anything else anyway." ”

A stumbling, gray-eyed boy almost fell to the ground, and looked at Isaac with a broken face:

"What the hell are you trying to say?!"

"I would say that 'power' is a very vague concept, and your understanding of it is too narrow. Isaac continued, "What is power — is it power to move something to the other?"

"Is it power to know more knowledge and be smarter?"

"Can you command an army, or defeat forty-eight of my strength?"

“...... This one is definitely power. Lusen interjected.

"Well, does that count as strength to make someone laugh like a fool?!"

"Uh... Shouldn't this count? Wait! Right? I don't know......

"In short, it doesn't make much sense to calculate what you call 'power', because there is no such thing as an 'absolute' in this world, and even 'truth' is a constantly changing being, nothing is static. ”

Isaac waved his hand: "Except for a certain knight that a stupid alchemist likes to watch - the protagonist in it will definitely win all the duels, sleep through all the gender 'female' characters in the book, and then marry the second most beautiful but first rich princess or something...... Some don't, anyway, only this one is absolute. ”

“......”

"So instead of sighing and feeling sorry for ourselves, we should continue to follow Loren's plan—we have no better plan at the moment. ”

After being silent for a moment, the gray-eyed young man who slowly raised his head looked at him calmly:

“...... You're saying this so that I can help you remove the rocks blocking the entrance, right?"

"What else could it be?" Isaac suddenly laughed, hugging his shoulders with an indifferent attitude, "Or are you still ready to continue to feel sorry for yourself?" It doesn't matter, as long as you don't get annoyed, I can continue to talk until some precocious and old-fashioned imp is willing to start working!"

"It's... It's okay to take you!"

Lusan chuckled, his originally dim silver-gray pupils regaining a strange luster, and looked in the direction of the entrance as if he had been reborn:

"Then let's follow Lord Loren's plan and go together to see what Nidhogg really looks like!"

The cold wind was getting colder, and the two tired people stood in front of the entrance in a full state again.

Until... An "unfamiliar" voice interrupted them.

"This is it, it's...

Thank you so much!"