"Why do you think I would even know how to leave in the first place?"
Seeing Ignysyl's surprise, Ian asked, clearly finding sothing fishy. Why did it feel like Ignysyl was sure that he had the thod to leave this tower?
Before obtaining that bloodline skill, he truly had no such ability. And even that was questionable.
"Hey, don't lie. You really don't know? You must have so thods, right?"
Ignysyl was instead growing anxious after receiving a negative reply from Ian.
He never thought that the hope he was clinging to wouldn't be able to help him in any way.
"Okay, okay... don't get too down. Can you at least rember that you are a dragon for fuck's sake?"
Ian rolled his eyes, seeing the little dragon deflate rapidly. He now felt like a stressed parent looking after their toddler.
So hard.
"Listen... I do have so thods, but I don't know if they will work. But you have to answer so of my questions first, okay?"
Ian hurriedly spoke, afraid that Ignysyl would ignore him and disappear in disappointnt.
"Hmm? You have thods? Then... why didn't you say so earlier? You scared to death."
Ignysyl finally heard what he wanted and imdiately so color returned to his poor face. He didn't forget to bla Ian for gaslighting him, though.
"Hey, I said I don't know if it will work. Can you please listen to all the words I say?"
Ian finally couldn't help but put his hands on his forehead. This stupid dragon was clearly testing his patience, right?
"Hehe... don't worry. As long as you help , even if you fail to bring out, I won't be sad."
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Ignysyl bead after finding new hope.
Poor him—he didn't know that expectations were the root of every disappointnt; although, that might not be the case this ti. Hopefully.
However, weirdly, Ian saw a confidence in him that even he didn't have.
"Anyway, first tell —why were you so surprised when I said I don't know how to help you?"
Ian asked the question that had been bothering him the most.
From Ignysyl's reaction, it was as if he knew Ian could definitely help him. But Ian didn't see anything noteworthy about himself that would suggest that.
"Hm? Obviously, because you can use Wordless Casting. Only the Sovereign Clan with Runeblood can use Innate Wordless Casting. And my inheritance says Runeblood can help let out of this place."
Hearing Ian's inquiry, Ignysyl casually poured out everything he knew from his bloodline inheritance.
"Sovereign Clan? Runeblood?"
However, he didn't realize his seemingly casual words made Ian's heart skip a beat—those terms were completely new to him.
"Wait, Wordless Casting?"
"Are you talking about 'Void' and 'Shroud'?"
Ian then thought of his Ethereal form, the words he had heard in his mind, and asked the dragon again as if to confirm.
"What is that?"
However, Ignysyl didn't understand what he was referring to and instead pointed out,
"I'm talking about your incomplete bloodline form, where you can use the streaks on your core. Although, you are quite weird to my knowledge."
The little dragon tilted his head, looking Ian up and down as if he didn't match the knowledge passed down in his bloodline inheritance.
"However, that so-called Wordless Casting can be done by any Arch-Wizard or powerful wizard too, can't they?"
Ian ignored his scrutinizing look and asked again, hungry for any knowledge.
And honestly, he truly was.
At least now he knew that his bloodline ca from the Sovereign Clan and that he had Runeblood—whatever that was.
"Tch... they're just imitating it by engraving spells directly onto their mana core. But they can't touch the rules."
Ignysyl shook his head in disdain.
"They can only perform spells under the rules. However, a Runeblood is nothing like that."
"But then, how do you know I am definitely a Runeblood? That form could just be my bloodline skill and not a spell. Didn't you say, you also have a streak on your core?"
Ian countered after finding a loophole in his logic. Couldn't he simply be using so skill like Veilborn Shroud?
"That's because you could see in that form. It's a living proof."
However, after hearing him say that, Ignysyl smiled and continued,
"In fact, when you said my na, I already slled that you were a Runeblood. However, I don't know why you could only see after entering that state."
He mumbled in confusion,
"Hmm... maybe it's because you're also weak and need to grow up like . Yes, that must be it."
After reaching that conclusion, he suddenly floated up slightly from Ian's shoulder, happy to have found soone like him.
Seeing Ignysyl getting excited again for no reason, Ian twitched the corner of his mouth.
It really baffled him to see such a colorful dragon.
"Uhum... so you an, you are under so rule? And I break that rule? What do you an by rules, anyway?"
Ian asked again, ignoring his cheerful mood.
He hated to admit it, but he was starting to get used to Ignysyl—just like a parent gets used to their child's shenanigans.
'Why am I always using that analogy?'
Ian admonished himself.
"Rules are rules. What else could they be?"
Ignysyl replied matter-of-factly. In his perception, he simply accepted them at face value and never questioned the knowledge in his mind.
"And before, I could always feel so restrictions on preventing in everything. But when you saw , they loosened a lot, as if so shackle had been broken. And from what I know, only Runeblood can break the rules."
Ignysyl gave a half-answer, as he himself seed unaware of many things.
"Do you an the rules of this Mythical Artifact?"
Ian tried to ask.
"Why would my Glowy Spire place rules on ?"
Ignysyl rolled his eyes at Ian's foolish question.
'Tch... what do you an, your Glowy Spire? You can't even leave the First Floor.'
Ian wanted to scold him but was afraid he would hurt his ego again.
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