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

Chapter 122, New Events, New Plans, Spears Produce Filial Piety

The next morning, golden sunlight streamed into the room.

Ronan unconsciously turned over in his sleep, and his arm inadvertently bumped into a soft object.

For a long time, due to lack of sleep, he was afraid of losing his desire in this area, so he took a good rest as soon as he got back.

I don't know how long I slept, but when I opened my eyes, through my blurry vision, I saw Vlame who had appeared out of nowhere.

Vlame was lying in bed in her pajamas, already fully awake.

She blinked her big, bright eyes and gazed at Ronan with anticipation in her eyes.

Looking at her, Ronan was taken aback, realizing that this was no longer the world of slimes.

When did you arrive?

Vlamay's lips curled into a sweet smile as she cheerfully replied:

"Just now, good morning, Ronan, it's a brand new day."

She paused, her eyes shining with even greater anticipation, and then continued:

When would you like to renovate our house?

"I want to swim, play ball, and also go to the sauna with my master."

"Of course, it would be even better if you could come with us, Brother Ronan."

Ronan did not respond immediately, but remained silent for a few seconds before slowly propping himself up and sitting up.

Vlame remained lying quietly beside him, in a docile posture.

The sunlight outside grew stronger, and bright light poured into the room through the windows without reservation.

Ronan gathered his thoughts and began to speak:

“Let’s discuss this further. This is not our home, but Frilian’s home. Any renovations or expansions must be done with Frilian’s consent.”

"Or perhaps we could build a new house here, but where are the werewolves and pig-headed men?"

Vlamé tilted his head, recalling intently:

"Hmm... I remember being taken away by the goddess yesterday, who said she'd be keeping them for a few years. Brother Ronan, do you need them?"

“Of course.” Ronan nodded.

It would be a waste not to use such valuable labor.

In any case, they have nothing to do right now because their numbers are too small to support the power to control humanity.

Therefore, the goddess will not let humans know for the time being.

Vlame nodded, seemingly understanding, "Then let's go find them. Aren't there spatial magic?"

"Speaking of which, Brother Ronan, can't your ability materialize a house?"

It is possible, but the resulting houses are often just for show, similar to some prefabricated houses that can be installed and used immediately.

There's no need to do something lazy just to save time.

He got up from the bed, by which time Vlamé had already sat up.

Ronan gave a brief reply, and the two went downstairs. Just as they reached the bottom of the stairs, they heard the clanging sound of stir-frying.

Looking in the direction of the sound, it turned out that Celia was standing in the kitchen, directing a white humanoid puppet to cook.

The first thing she did upon returning yesterday was to merge the magical techniques from both worlds.

Hearing footsteps, Celia turned around, saw Ronan and Vlamé, nodded slightly, and a confident smile appeared on her face:

"You're awake. Come and try this guy's cooking."

She patted the white puppet beside her, looking confident of victory.

"I'm not bragging, but this guy can now use magic to cook."

"It's a pity he's not very intelligent."

High intelligence means you're a robot; the idea of ​​a cooking robot emerging in this era just feels jarring.

Celia didn't pay attention to any of this, but simply told the two of them to hurry up and wash up, and also to check if Frillie had gotten up yet.

It was obvious that at this time, Frilian was fast asleep.

The way it was wrapped tightly in the blanket made it clear that it wouldn't turn over for at least three hours.

"Then let's just ignore her."

Snapped.

After washing up, Celia placed a plate full of food in front of the two of them.

She gestured for the two of them to try it, paused, and then said...

"After we finish eating, Ronan, come with me for a bit. I need to see my disciples."

"Through this experience, I understand that going it alone is not advisable. I want to create an elf city, and for that, I need their help."

"At the same time, I also want to show them what it's like to be in a world where there are always people better than you and things beyond your understanding."

"Some of them have inherited my mantle, and their personalities and even temperaments are almost identical to mine."

"The same personality as Celia?" Ronan clicked his tongue softly. This wasn't a good sign.

He first tasted a bite of the dish, and said, "Hmm, it's alright."

"Do you want me to beat them into submission? Can't you do it yourself?"

"Yes, but I am an elf, and you are a human."

The idea that humans are inferior to elves has long been ingrained in the bones of some elves.

Celia had the same idea before, which is why she was gradually convinced after suffering a series of setbacks.

Ronan nodded: "I understand, 'Spare the rod and spoil the child,' right? No problem."

"I'd also like to see what those elves with similar temperaments to yours are like."

"Is there anything else besides this?"

Celia frowned slightly.

Although she found the saying "spare the rod and spoil the child" a bit strange, those people were, after all, her disciples, and thus, half her children.

For a moment, I couldn't quite put my finger on what was strange.

She exhaled and nodded, saying:

"Yes, I also need to ask you for help regarding the establishment of the Magic Association."

“I remember you were the Pope, whose status within the empire was almost equal to that of the Emperor.”

"The emperor rejected magic, believing it to be something of the demon race."

"Therefore, not a single such organization has been established to date."

“I hope you can use the influence of the Goddess Church to make this happen. I would be happy to teach magic to those who have the talent.”

Upon hearing this, Vlamed suddenly raised his hand, his eyes filled with doubt:

"What about those who lack talent? Magic is only interesting if everyone can master it."

Celia glanced at Vlamé and suddenly realized that her disciple was not smart at all.

If you have no talent, why bother learning magic?

Recognizing reality is the most important thing.

This is precisely the biggest difference between the two: one is an idealist, and the other is a realist.

Seeing that her master did not answer her, Fulame bit her lip, and for a moment even the food in her mouth did not taste good.

An eerie silence fell over the entire environment, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

Finally, Ronan broke the silence:

"I'll give it a try, but Celia, I've put in so much effort, it can't all be for nothing."

"What price are you willing to pay? Or, what can you do for me?"

Celia hasn't thought about this yet.

She just felt that there was still a long road ahead, and she would eventually be able to repay this favor.

After thinking for a moment, she raised her eyes, looked directly at Ronan, and replied:

"What do you need? Let me make it clear beforehand, you've already mastered all the magic I possess, and you lack nothing materially..."

"Perhaps I can only satisfy you spiritually, but forget about that kind of thing. Don't even think about it, it's impossible, at least not now."

She, Celia, was no ordinary person; although she was common in this era, she was, after all, an elf.

Upon hearing this, Ronan was somewhat puzzled. What was that kind of thing? Had he said something? Oh well, who knows what she was thinking.

He put down his cutlery, shook his head, and calmly replied:

"You're right, I certainly don't lack material things. As for spiritual things... well, how about this?"

He looked at Celia and continued:

"You should know how to massage and step on my back, right? I don't ask for anything else, just give me a massage every night."

"This shouldn't be too much for you, right?"

Actually, Vlamé could have done it, but unfortunately she was too light and lacked strength.

Unlike Celia, although she is two thousand years old, her body is no different from that of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl.

Plus, the person owed him a favor made him the perfect candidate.

Seria hesitated for a moment, but ultimately agreed.

She thought, "It's just a massage, how difficult can it be?"

As for stepping on someone's back... I don't understand it, but I respect it. It's probably a custom from another world, and the literal meaning isn't too difficult to grasp.