Erii: A Journey Through the Heavens Begins with Frilian

Ten kilometers outside the city.

The earth was a deep, rusty red, soaked in blood, or like endless scorched earth burned by flames. Everywhere you looked was devastation, with withered trees stretching out their jagged branches, as if they were desperately crying out for the dead.

Even the sky here has been shrouded in gloom for many years, with heavy black clouds blocking out the sun, and the air filled with the smell of decay and ruin.

On the desolate plain, countless grim figures stood upright.

They wore gray armor and held knives, spears, and swords, but without exception, they had no heads.

This is Aura's army of the dead, and the origin of her name, the guillotine.

All the enemies who died at her hands had their heads cut off and became her controlled dead servants.

"Frilian, I never thought I'd see you again. It's been eighty years, hasn't it?"

The headless soldiers dispersed, and a petite loli walked out with alluring steps.

Her short, pink hair hung loosely, resembling a mushroom, and a pair of gray-white horns stood tall. Her delicate little face was covered with a smug, devilish expression.

She was dressed in a dark-colored dress and carried a simple, unadorned scale in her left hand.

Twenty meters away, Frillie descended from the sky, her usually calm expression now tinged with utter disgust, as if she were facing a stinking garbage dump.

"Withdraw your troops," she said calmly, her tone like that of an order.

"I don't want to," Aura said coquettishly.

Swish!

In the blink of an eye, several headless soldiers charged forward and engaged in close combat with Frillien.

Frillie moved like a light butterfly, her movements unpredictable, remaining unscathed amidst the encirclement.

"Because I have an absolute advantage!" Aura replied, gesturing for Frilian to look at her massive army of the dead.

"Disgusting magic, I'd rather just kill you here," Frilian stated the facts.

Without further ado, Aura immediately ordered his headless soldiers to surround and kill them.

The mage was surrounded by warriors, which was obviously bad news, and even an old thing like Frilian was no exception.

So, after thinking it over, she tapped her wand and cast a powerful spell that consumed a lot of her magic reserves to cleanse the magical spell that Aura had placed on them.

A dozen soldiers fell to the ground, fulfilling the duty that corpses should remain motionless.

"That's impressive, but I have an absolute advantage," Aura said with a confident smile.

More soldiers swarmed forward, and Frilian cast a series of dispelling spells.

"You've used up a lot of magic, haven't you?" Aura grinned wickedly and shook the scales.

The magical artifact called the Scales of Fairness is what enabled her to become one of the Seven Sages of Collapse.

It allows the souls of the user and the target to be placed upon it, discarding all magic, skills, and experience, and engaging in a pure clash of magical power.

As long as Aura's magical power is greater than that of others, she can control them at will and turn them into her puppets.

That's how she got her legion of the dead.

Conversely, if Aura's magical power is less than the opponent's, the scales of fairness will not favor its master.

Aura's confidence stems from the fact that she is a long-lived demon. Human magicians' lives are fleeting, and how many can be as monstrous as Vlame, the ancestor of human magic?

As for the elf Frillian, Aura didn't take her seriously either, considering herself a demon who had lived for over five hundred years.

Also, within her field of vision, the magical fluctuations emanating from Frilian were indeed not weak, but they were worlds apart from her own.

hum~~~

The scales of fairness are activated.

A ball of light floated out from above each of their heads and landed on the scales.

hum-

At the same time, the two of them simultaneously sensed a certain force approaching from afar.

Frilian's lips curled up slightly, knowing that things were settled in the city as well.

Aura frowned, two beads of cold sweat involuntarily trickling down his forehead, feeling as if he could be killed at any moment.

Even though it was his own territory, it felt like he had fallen into someone else's killing field.

"Who is that?"

Aura saw a tiny figure in the distance and realized that the newcomer was hostile and quite troublesome.

Unfortunately, the mechanism of the scales of fairness is to act one at a time, so for now, the only option is to enslave and control Frilian.

But the next moment, Aura broke out in a cold sweat, his face filled with disbelief.

Because the Libra on my side is gradually rising!

"How is this possible?" she sobbed, almost groaning.

"You demons are too arrogant, but it's a good thing for me," Frilian said calmly, no longer putting on an act and releasing the deliberate suppression of her magic power that she usually maintained.

boom--

A terrifying surge of magical energy erupted forth, like an invisible pillar shooting into the sky, causing Aura to stumble backward in fright. "You...you...you actually concealed your strength? Despicable, truly despicable! But why couldn't I tell you were suppressing your magic?"

"Ever since I started learning magic, I've been restricting my magical power. My goal is simple: only in this way can I destroy you." Frilian's calm voice was like the pronouncement of death.

Teacher Vlame's words echoed in his ears: Demons use language to deceive humans, so we will use magic to deceive demons.

"Even if you defeat me, you will die," Frilian said again. "The moment I am defeated, Erii will cut off your head, much faster than Simmel did to you."

"Eri?" Aura looked at the approaching red-haired girl and suddenly froze. "She has no magic. What's going on?"

"Are you done?" Erii came to Frillen's side, yawned, and said, "I'm sleepy."

She couldn't sense any magic, but she could clearly feel the oppressive force emanating from Frilian, and then she realized that her worries were unnecessary.

Even ten of these Tokyo Shibuya girls wouldn't be a match for Frillie.

Frillie smiled. "Yes, let's go back."

After saying that, she turned and left with Erii, muttering "suicide" under her breath.

"No, Frilian, no... Pfft!"

Aura's pleas for mercy came to an abrupt halt as she forcefully plunged her own hand into her neck.

The Demon King, Hu, died by his own trump card.

Whoosh!

All the headless soldiers fell to the ground, and with Aura's death, they too were freed.

……

at the same time.

Empire, capital, palace, king's study.

Gerald knelt on one knee. "Greetings, Your Majesty."

On the surface, he is the leader of a knight adventurer's guild, but in reality, he is one of the empire's secret agents sent to travel the continent, responsible for gathering intelligence, surveillance, and eavesdropping.

"Your Grace, I have some business to attend to. You may return now," the king said.

Inside the study, another man sat facing the king, legs crossed, chuckling, "It's alright, we're all on the same side, what can't I hear? Tell me, Gerald, what interesting things have you found out this time? The dancers in the southern kingdoms can breathe fire, or Viscount Adam's thirty-eighth wife has given birth to a son?"

One of the leaders of the conservative nobles in the empire, he colluded with several other ministers and nobles to divide the king's power and control the dark side of the empire.

Jera glanced hesitantly at the king.

The king remained unfazed. "Speak," he said.

After organizing his thoughts, Jera said, "I met the elven mage Frilian."

"Oh? Where has she been traveling and sightseeing lately?" the king asked.

The Duke remained silent.

So Jera recounted his encounter with Frilian and her group, but made no mention of Erii's special qualities. "I'll take my leave now."

Before the king could speak, the duke chuckled, "That's all? Don't you want to add anything? Frilian is indeed worth watching, but she hasn't caused any trouble. This information will at most be sent back via secret mail; there's no need for her to come all this way back in person, is there?"

Jera's heart sank, but he shook his head calmly and said, "I have finished explaining everything."

The Duke turned to the King, "Your Majesty, he's not being honest! What secrets is he hiding? What improper thoughts does he harbor?"

The king waved his hand, "I know Gerald very well, there's no need to worry about that."

The Duke stared at Jera again, maintaining his smile: "It doesn't matter. You have so many men under you; they'll always tell the truth."

Having said that, he briskly stood up. "I'll go and interrogate them properly on His Majesty's behalf!"