Erii: A Journey Through the Heavens Begins with Frilian

Celia awoke on the couch, opened her eyes, stared at the bright, clear dome, and murmured, "Strange."

She slowly sat up, her golden hair falling smoothly down, a look of confusion on her languid face.

Not long ago, she had a precognitive dream.

In my dream, I was beheaded!

As the pinnacle of magic, her magical power is boundless. Her so-called precognitive dreams are not unfounded, but rather a glimpse into the destiny of the future through her infinite magical power.

However, when she dreamed again today, the content had changed.

In the dream, he was safe and sound, and thousands of years later, he was still alive and well as the founder and leader of the Continental Magic Association. He even accepted his grand-disciple, Frilian, whom he had never liked.

"Interesting~ Someone killed the person who wanted to kill me."

She jumped out of bed, her loose pajamas barely concealing her cleavage, and walked barefoot to the rooftop terrace of the association's branch. Her usual unruly demeanor returned to her face, like a cunning little wild beast.

"It's been so many years, and that giant worm is still not completely dead?" Celia stretched and couldn't help but recall the first time she saw the giant python that tried to devour the world when she was ten years old. At that time, people said it was a pet that had escaped from the seat of the gods.

Her gaze seemed empty, but in reality, it spanned space as she surveyed the distant battle.

"What is that girl? Interesting~ Interesting~ Even the gods are attracted to her~" Celia stroked her chin.

One hour later.

Erii, Lylene, and the others returned to Vessus.

The patrol team investigated the huge crater at the scene and found some scattered members of the Shadow Warriors, including half of their leader Levi's head.

The association was very efficient and quickly investigated the identities of the group of dismembered corpses. They were all shocked to learn that the Continental Magic Association had always been their mortal enemies.

To their utter surprise, the assassin organization, which even first-level mages feared greatly, infiltrated right under their noses and was then completely wiped out without a trace.

Erii and Shutark were awarded the Lifetime Friendship Medal of the Magic Association, which grants them the highest VIP treatment at any branch.

"Miss Erii, Lady Celie wishes to see you," Zanze said.

"Serie? Frillian's master's master?" Erii muttered, nodding in agreement.

So, led by Zanze, she arrived at the indoor garden on the top floor.

Celia sat on the shore with her back to the two of them, her legs dangling down, her little feet paddling in the water, picking up a petal with her smooth toes.

She wasn't tall; her blonde hair cascaded down, making her look like a tiny blob when she sat there.

Erii noticed the elf ears that resembled Frilian's and murmured to herself, "So cute."

"Hmm?" Zanze tilted his head, his eyes widening slightly.

Standing before you is the pinnacle of the world, a walking magic library, an immortal myth, yet the first thing you say is "So cute?"

Celie paused in her swimming, turned her head and stared at Erii with a disdainful expression, squinting her eyes and remaining silent.

Zanze wisely withdrew from the garden.

"Cute? This is the first time someone has described me like that," Celia said casually, her voice somewhat androgynous.

She wasn't particularly beautiful; she had a masculine appearance, with strong features and sharp lines, and her eyes and brows exuded a sharpness that made her seem quite aggressive.

But this face, combined with a height of only 1.5 meters, creates a huge and adorable contrast.

Celia's rugged posture and unconventional style exude a wild, demonic aura.

Speaking of the demon king who was defeated~

Back then, she didn't take the demon king who was wreaking havoc on the continent seriously at all.

The reason for keeping the demon race is simply to allow them to continue creating more powerful magic for killing, destruction, and annihilation.

After all, demons are blessed with magical power and have a natural advantage in cultivating magic, which perfectly suits Celia's love for collecting all kinds of powerful magic.

In her view, magic was synonymous with battle and killing.

Therefore, her apprentice Vlame and grand-apprentice Frilian were never well-liked by her, at least not verbally.

Because the master and apprentice disliked world-destroying magic, but instead preferred all sorts of trivial magic, such as magic that could conjure up ice slush, flowers and plants, or soil full of nutrients.

……

"You're very strong." Erii walked over, sat down, lifted her skirt, and put her legs into the water as well.

The icy-cool sensation shot straight to the top of her head, making her shiver and tilt her chin up. Then she reached into her backpack, pulled out a little yellow duck, and threw it into the pool.

She wasn't lying.

The trial unfolded quietly, but as one approached Celia, an unprecedented blockage was felt, as if sinking into a viscous swamp.

The elemental forces under her command have also become somewhat uncontrollable. It is foreseeable that their cutting damage will decrease, their slashing speed will slow down, and the rule of certain death in Judgment will be loosened.

This situation had never occurred with Frilian before. Putting aside the fact that they were familiar with each other, Erii was confident that she could handle Frilian.

But Celia might not be the same.

"You're not weak either." Celia's lips curled into a proud smile, as if she weren't sitting in a lotus pond under the moonlight, but rather on an ice throne made of piled-up corpses.

She wasn't talking nonsense.

The moment the field of judgment is covered, a clear understanding is gained.

If Erii were to launch a sneak attack and assassinate me, I would surely die without any warning!

This girl wields a terrifying power that is completely contrary to the rules of this world, and she kills in ways that I cannot yet comprehend or understand.

Whoosh~

The little yellow duck floated to Celia's feet, the water rippled, and its beak kissed her toes again and again.

"Mmm!" Erii gestured with her eyes to kick the little yellow duck over.

"We're not that close, are we?" Celia said, somewhat speechless.

"You are the master of Frilian's master, so you are one of us," Erii replied.

Serie was completely speechless, defeated by Erii's simple and straightforward logic.

She pouted impatiently and shifted her little feet.

Whoosh~

Ripples spread across the water, and the little yellow duck floated back between Erii's legs, where she held it tightly to prevent it from running away.

"I'm hungry, bye-bye."

Erii timed it perfectly, grabbed the duck, got up quickly, and left.

It was dinnertime, but she was still thinking about a restaurant near the city gate. The cheese bread and braised mushroom and meat soup on the sign looked delicious.

Watching the figure disappear through the door without looking back, Celia didn't say anything more.

She simply wanted to see what kind of person Erii was, and had no improper thoughts about her whatsoever.

"So you're the one who changed my destiny? Well, I really have to say thank you."

……

After Mimi had a hearty meal, Erii found Shutark and told him that she was going out alone and would be back before Frilian and the other girl finished their assessment.

Shutark asked if he wanted to come along.

Erii shook her head and frankly said that bringing her senior brother along was a bit of a burden and would hinder her journey.

A dejected and heartbroken Hugh Thurk slumped back into his bedroom, vowing to intensify his training the next morning.

Erii packed her bags and left the city overnight, heading south.