Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

"...Are you so confident that you have nothing to fear?"

I don't quite understand where Frey's confidence comes from, but since she acted so calmly, it means she must be hiding something.

For the sake of the Beast Kingdom's interests, he had to suppress Frey's current arrogance, and he had to be careful in dealing with her.

……

The battle officially began, and Milim stood aside quietly watching, but her face showed an absent-minded expression.

Although the two people in front of him were both demon kings, their strength was just so-so.

More than the battle, she wanted to know who had given Frey her power.

Therefore, before the battle began, she specifically went to Frey to ask her for clarification.

However, Frey kept her mouth shut and refused to tell her anything, which made Milim very unhappy.

"Stingy," Milim muttered, her lips slightly puffed out.

"What difference would it make if I told you who he is? I wouldn't reveal it."

"Why does everyone think I'm small-chested and brainless? I admit the former, but the latter..."

Milim stood with her arms crossed below the ring, her gaze occasionally glancing towards Frey.

Seeing Frey's indifferent expression, a pang of jealousy welled up inside him.

She was clearly Frey's friend, even though it was only Frey's one-sided belief.

……

At this moment, in the stands.

Ronan stood stealthily beside Frey, noticing Milim's gaze directed at her, and his thoughts began to churn.

Based on Frey's previous words, we know that Milim is also a type of dragon girl.

Although they cannot become dragons due to their parents' influence, they are still a very rare race.

"Dragon Demon... If only there were no demons, I wonder how she compares to that scorching dragon."

"She's too thin."

Nevertheless, Milim's slender figure paired with revealing clothes is still quite eye-catching.

If Ronan hadn't known she was the Demon King, he would have thought she was some kind of prostitute.

In contrast, the male demon king who came with her was much more normal.

Ronan's gaze shifted to Carrion, who was being forced to retreat under Farrell's attacks.

Due to his appearance, Farrell unleashed his immense power, making Carrion encounter the most formidable opponent he had ever faced.

Carrion never expected that a seemingly agile winged "birdman" could completely overwhelm him in strength.

Left with no other choice, Carrion was forced to draw his weapon—in fact, his body itself was a weapon.

After becoming the Demon King, he gained the unique ability of "transforming into a hundred beasts".

Their bodies are made from the essence of all beasts, not limited to their own species; they can fly and perfectly enhance their physical attributes.

In addition, there are legendary weapons that have evolved over a long period of time.

It is no exaggeration to say that his full-force attack could even kill an awakened demon king.

However, the opponent, Farrell, is not an awakened demon lord.

therefore--

……

After some time, with the end of the battle, Carrion was completely defeated, and defeated miserably.

Although he had no obvious injuries, his mental state was severely damaged.

That guy on the other side is a monster; he'd believe it if you told him he was going to become an awakened demon king.

Just how powerful a figure has Frey and the winged race behind her chosen as their master?

Just as Carion was lost in thought, Milim walked forward unhurriedly.

She had witnessed the entire fight between the two.

Although she was also surprised by Farrell's behavior, she was a worldly person and quickly regained her composure.

She remembered that her original purpose for coming here was to have some fun, and since Carrion had already been defeated, there was no need for her to fight anymore.

Stepping onto the arena, Milim slowly surveyed the few spectators in the stands before loudly announcing that the Winged Race had a second king.

Then she spoke up, "Frei, I heard you have more than a dozen demon lords under your command. Could I see them?"

Frey's refusal to speak doesn't mean her subordinates won't speak.

I've come all this way, I certainly can't leave empty-handed.

But just then, she saw Frey's lips move in the distance, as if she were talking to someone.

However, Frey was all alone.

"...?"

Milim raised an eyebrow, her mind filled with doubt.

Chapter 111, The Perfectly Resolved Conflict; Clayman's Apology (4k5)

"A dozen or so demon kings? How did this get leaked?"

Unlike Milim's confusion, Frey finally understood why these demon lords had arrived so quickly.

So it wasn't because of him, but because of those winged races that Ronan casually promoted.

They are all demon kings, responsible for managing various aspects of order within Tianyi Kingdom, such as strictly cracking down on crime and violence.

The queen herself was responsible for handling domestic affairs.

It can be said that under their rule, the Tianyi Kingdom has achieved both internal and external progress, presenting a thriving and prosperous scene.

But now, this secret has been leaked…

"Master, should we let them meet with Milim?"

It's not entirely clear whether this is a test from the other side, but I have a feeling that things have been completely exposed.

Frey lowered her head, a hint of worry in her eyes.

As she spoke, she bit her lip, a strong sense of dissatisfaction welling up inside her.

“There must be spies from other countries lurking within my Tianyi Kingdom.”

Such an incident occurring in front of the master undoubtedly demonstrates the individual's dereliction of duty.

Fortunately, the secret was exposed relatively early, leaving room for redemption.

If this continues unchecked, I don't know what serious consequences might result.

Ronan pondered for a moment, then nodded and said indifferently:

"Let's meet once if we can. I never believed that their existence could be kept secret forever."

Do you remember what I said before?

"Those who can cooperate, we will subdue them and make them our own; those who cannot cooperate, we will kill them as appropriate and forcibly subdue them."

"Because those who can come into contact with you must be figures like the Demon King."

He turned his gaze to Frey. "This Milim, which category do you think she belongs to?"

Frey fell silent, unable to answer for the moment.

To be honest, she felt that Milim was the kind of person she could work with.

The problem is that Milim's personality is just too unruly.

She enjoys making friends, but she never considers their feelings. She acts rashly and impulsively, completely acting on her own whims.

Even if such a person becomes one of our own, he will eventually cause great trouble and plunge Tianyi Kingdom into crisis once again.

Frey was torn, but ultimately decided to observe the situation first.

……

"Hey, Frey, who were you talking to just now?"

After the battle ended, the people on the field quickly dispersed, and Milim strode up to Frey and asked the question that had been bothering her earlier.

Frey was slightly taken aback, not understanding what he meant, but she quickly realized what he meant.

Because invisibility blocks all magical perception, skills like telepathy cannot be used.

All her communication with Ronan was conducted in normal language.

In theory, this little action could not have been noticed by others because of the distance and because he had his head down, but Milim was different.

She possessed innate dragon eyes and ears, and her vision and hearing were clearer and more acute than those of her own winged race.

"A miscalculation," Frey sighed inwardly, but thankfully the problem wasn't too serious.

Even if Milim saw what he was doing, so what?

No matter how powerful her longan eyes are, she could never detect the presence of her master.

Frey remained unfazed and firmly denied it.

Seeing this, Milim pouted in a huff.

The two then quickly left the arena.

Behind them, Carrion was chatting animatedly with Farrell.

Carrion patted Farrell on the shoulder forcefully, a hearty smile on his face, and shouted:

"You're very strong. I admire you. Come visit my country sometime, and we'll have a proper match!"

At this moment, he showed no trace of the defeat he had just suffered in the battle, as if the loss had never happened.

Farrell wore an awkward and forced smile, and he repeatedly declined: