Erii: A Journey Through the Heavens Begins with Frilian

Almost the entire town's residents gathered in the central square.

Apart from the rushing sound of the white fountain, there was only the almost exhausting sobbing.

Erii only brought back the victim's tattered clothes and told Aunt Mary and the others that the culprit monster had been defeated.

Their clothes and their favorite belongings were neatly folded inside the coffin. The church pastor stood in front reading the eulogy, and people held their hands tightly to their chests as they bid farewell to the deceased amidst circling flocks of birds.

When the pit where the coffin was placed was filled in, Mary, who hadn't eaten for two days, finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed into her friend's arms.

Erii didn't know how to comfort her, so she knelt down, peeled open a strawberry-flavored candy, and said, "Auntie, have some candy."

Through Mary's tear-blurred vision, Erii's face was blurred by the sunlight. In a daze, it overlapped with her daughter's carefree smile, and she could vaguely hear the familiar admonitions she often heard.

"Mom, it's time to take your medicine."

"Okay, Mom got it."

Mary instinctively reached out and stroked her daughter's face.

Erii didn't flinch or flinch as she felt the rough friction of her palm.

She didn't cry, nor did she feel sad; she just felt suffocated, just like the night the barbecue uncle calmly recounted the deaths of his wife and daughter.

So, what is family affection?

If my brother died, would I cry like this?

"Auntie, do you believe in heaven?" Erii didn't lie, silently stating the truth, "After you die, your soul and your daughter's soul will meet again."

Perhaps worried that Mary would swing around looking for her daughter as soon as she got home, she thought about it carefully and then said, "People who commit suicide can't go to heaven. Only those who live well and treat each day well are qualified."

"Ms. Frillian, is there another request?" Philon asked, leaning closer. His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but loud enough for Mary to hear.

"Yes," Frilian replied.

……

The three left the town before sunset.

The reward of ten gold coins was accepted, while the ancestral sword and a jar of candy were left to their owner.

With the consent of her relatives, the little girl who lost her parents and became an orphan was adopted by Mary, who was all alone. Compared to an illusory goal, a tangible support is the most real.

The old man, who had lost his grandson, went to his daughter's house in the next village with a knife on his back. His daughter's son-in-law was his apprentice, and his widowed in-laws were his partners from his youth.

Erii seemed to understand something.

What's gone cannot be brought back, but life goes on. The sun rises in the east and sets in the west as always. From birth to death, it's more like an unpredictable experience.

They continued their journey through the mountains and soon arrived at Rigel Canyon at midday.

rustling~

The three of them hid side by side behind the dense bushes, only peeking out their heads, looking down at the valley below.

"That's a dragon! This is the first time I've ever seen one," Philon whispered.

She glanced at Erii and saw that the latter's eyes were sparkling, her mouth was open in a big "0" shape, and two tufts of hair on her head stood up high.

"Is this your first time seeing a dragon too?" Philon asked.

Erii nodded excitedly.

A fantasy world is incomplete without its iconic dragons!

But Frilian's attention was entirely focused on the dragon's lair, which was filled with treasure chests, weapons, jewels, ores and other miscellaneous items, with a brownish-red magic book lying on top.

"Dragons like to build their nests with magical things. I've been looking for that book for a long time," she said, turning her gaze to the dragon. "The Red Mirror Dragon. This guy has eaten a lot of adventurers. In any case, it's better to kill it."

"Red Mirror Dragon~" Erii murmured the dragon's name.

Roughly estimated, it is at least 35 meters long from the tip of its nose to the end of its tail, and may even be more than 40 meters.

Its entire body was covered with huge, wine-red scales, but its horns were black. Its wings were folded up on both sides of its back as it slept soundly, and its limbs were tucked under its body like a cat. But from a distance, it looked just like a freshly roasted duck.

"Be careful not to hit the nest," Frillian warned.

Philon stood up, pointed his wand at the Red Mirror Dragon, and a magic circle appeared, compressing dark magic into a beam of light that shot straight out.

wow——

But when the magic beam touched the dragon's body, it was smoothly split apart, scattering like a cracked bamboo pole, causing rocks and soil to fly everywhere.

The Red Mirror Dragon's scales remained completely undamaged, still smooth enough to be used as a mirror.

"Dragons have strong defenses and are particularly resistant to magic," Frilian said, silently shielding Erii and the other girl in front of her.

The three of them turned around at the same time, tiptoeing like three mischievous kids preparing to flee the scene of the crime.

"roar!!!"

The furious roar of the dragon soared into the sky. The Red Mirror Dragon, whose sleep had been disturbed, was enraged. It locked onto the three small insects, flapped its wings, and flew up. In the blink of an eye, it appeared behind them, its massive body casting a ferocious shadow in front of them.

"Ms. Frillie, why didn't you say so sooner!"

Philon felt a chill run down his spine. He scrambled to his feet, mounted his wand, and flew off, grabbing Erii's collar as he did so.

Actually, it should be a fever.

Because a cluster of red light shone from the belly of the Red Mirror Dragon, and it overflowed from its mouth along its neck.

boom--

A burst of scorching dragon flame erupted.

With two snaps, the defensive magic that Philon had gathered exploded instantly.

call--

Words of Power: A Dustless Land.

A massive vortex of wind enveloped the three of them, and the rapidly spinning, silky air currents tore apart and extinguished the dragon flames.

The next second, Philon felt a lightness in his hand and saw Erii rushing towards the Red Mirror Dragon.

This time, she was no longer worried and flew with Frilian to a big tree to watch the battle.

"Brother, I've already started slaying the dragon~"

With that thought in mind, Erii drew her sword and leaped into the air, her body spiraling and slashing in mid-air.

This move was learned from Aize, but the weapon changed from a double-edged battle axe to a long sword. However, the sword in Erii's hand was no ordinary sword. It was a refining weapon forged by the Snake-Headed Eight Families, named "Tsukuyomi no Mikoto," which was specially used to slay dragons.

Although the dragons in the two worlds are different, they are still dragons.

puff!

The blade was imbued with the will of judgment, and with a single strike, it severed one of the Crimson Mirror Dragon's claws as it swung towards them.

Erii leaped up again.

As the golden pupils suddenly ignited in her eyes, the Crimson Mirror Dragon felt its heart tremble heavily, and a chill from the depths of its bloodline made it instinctively retreat.

Similar yet completely different bloodlines?

Close relatives?

A fellow villager from out of town?

In short, this human-like guy is very strong!

The dragons in this world are, in the end, just a kind of demon. Look, the severed finger has already disappeared.

After flying into the air and creating distance, the Red Mirror Dragon unleashed another burst of dragonfire.

Using the same trick again, the dust-free place was easily resolved.

Amidst the crimson vortex of exploding wind and fire, Erii burst forth, leaping onto the back of the Red Mirror Dragon's neck.

Feeling the coldness of the blade against its scales, the Crimson Mirror Dragon frantically shook its head in the air, repeatedly performing a crocodile-like death flip, trying to send Erii flying.

Several times I managed to get her off my back, but one time she would grab my tail and climb up, and another time she would pierce my wing membrane and come back, like an unshakeable plaster, she would keep coming back to my back.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

During this time, longswords flew like thunder and rain, colliding with the scales to create a loud metallic clang, and red fragments fell and disappeared.

puff~

Erii's increasingly ferocious left hand tore off a large dragon scale, the blood spurting out staining her face with primal and brutal totems. The red mirror dragon roared in pain, almost begging for mercy.

It's not like a battle between humans and dragons, but more like a bloody fight between dragons.