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

With these thoughts in mind, the three of them ate breakfast, and Ronan and Celia set off immediately.

The house... can be rebuilt when we get back.

……

"Speaking of which, where are all your disciples now?"

After leaving the village, Ronan asked Celia a question.

As far as I can remember, Celia mentioned her disciples, but they were all just background characters.

It doesn't even have a name.

The search for them today, besides the purpose of building cities, probably also stems from a desire to assess their strength.

Celia was strolling leisurely when she heard Ronan's question. She thought for a moment, then glanced sideways and said:

"They mostly live in the central continent and the southern continent."

"Many of them were killed by the demons in the past, but a few are still alive."

She counted on her fingers, carefully counting.

“Auriel, Clara, Minus… um, and Matilda. Auriel is a disciple I recently took on.”

"She's quite talented, but unfortunately she's mixed-race. Clara also has outstanding talent, but her family has been in business for generations."

"Three hundred years ago, due to some unforeseen events, she inherited the position of head of the family, thus neglecting her magical cultivation. I wonder what has become of her now."

"As for Minus..." Celia drawled slightly, a complex expression flashing in her eyes.

"She's the one I mentioned before, the one whose personality is similar to mine."

"She loved fighting and war, and killed many demons."

"It can be said that before, she was the second person in the Elven race, besides me, who would be indifferent to the slaughter of her own kind."

"It's just that I'm indifferent, while she's heartless."

Celia gave a detailed account of everyone's personality and background, while Ronan listened quietly and nodded slightly.

Even those who are indifferent may be moved by certain experiences, thus leading to change.

But it is indeed quite troublesome for a heartless person to change.

Upon realizing this, he understood why Celia had called him along.

"What about the last one? What's her situation?" Ronan asked about Matilda.

Celia paused for a moment, then resumed her steps, and sighed:

“Matilda was a pure-blooded elf and also a member of the royal family of the southern kingdoms, but all of that is in the past.”

"Two hundred years ago, there was internal strife in the southern countries, and none of her family members survived except for her."

“I met her on the road. She was very talented. In just twenty years, she covered the distance that others would take a hundred years to cover.”

"It was from that moment that she developed a determination for revenge."

"So she got her revenge?" Ronan asked with interest.

In his view, this kind of revenge plot—where the whole family is persecuted and then the protagonist becomes the disciple of a peerless master—is simply the standard template for a protagonist.

Celia nodded: "It succeeded, but it also failed."

"She successfully killed the human royalty behind the civil war, avenging her people."

"But it also successfully attracted a demon from mythology, the demon of desire."

"Although that guy's strength isn't top-tier, his abilities are extremely unique."

"Any creature that comes into contact with its magical power will have its instinctive desires aroused."

"That human royal was influenced by him, which is why he targeted the elves, believing that the elves have an extremely long shelf life and can provide a continuous supply of gold coins."

"This is also one of the reasons why I abhor elves interacting with humans..."

At this point, Celia frowned, a look of disgust on her face.

She seemed to recall the scenes her disciple had described to her in the letter.

Even with just words, she could clearly visualize the corresponding images in her mind, which made her feel nauseous.

She stopped and turned to look at Ronan, saying earnestly:

"Now you should understand why I rejected Frilian being with you in the first place."

"It's not just because of security..."

“Matilda’s female relatives all suffered the same fate, a tragedy that lasted for twenty years.”

"If it weren't for Matilda's determination to take revenge, that kind of pain probably wouldn't have ended for hundreds of years."

"Fortunately, only one in hundreds of thousands of people are like that, and fortunately, you are not one of those people."

Upon hearing this, Ronan was speechless for a moment.

He understood that it was not surprising for royalty to do such a thing.

Moreover, this is under the influence of demons.

No wonder Celia rejected me so much; it turns out she was influenced by her disciple's experiences.

He nodded: "I understand. So, how is Matilda, the one you mentioned, doing now?"

Did she kill the demon?

"No, that's precisely the purpose of my actions."

Celia continued walking, explaining as she went.

"Because of the demon's existence, the city has been abandoned, and Matilda lives outside the city, restricting the demon's movements."

“I couldn’t help her before because the whole city was filled with the magic emanating from the demon.”

“But things are different now. I have mental resistance, so it should no longer be able to affect me.”

Honestly, Celia was very glad that she went to another world with Ronan and gained new skills.

Otherwise, she wouldn't know how serious her defect was.

Ronan nodded slightly, having roughly understood the ins and outs of the matter.

Immediately afterwards, the two used spatial magic to travel to various places, and within minutes they arrived at the Central Continent.

Celia first went to the Chamber of Commerce and met Clara, who had been in business for generations. From her, she learned that she would be stepping down in a few years.

Celia was quite satisfied. She could wait a few years as long as her disciple was obedient.

After leaving the Chamber of Commerce, Celia led Ronan to Auriel.

As a half-elf, decades have passed and Auriel has grown from a child in her early teens into a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl.

She accepted the teacher's invitation; in her opinion, whatever the teacher wanted to do, she should just agree.

To avoid getting beaten up, it's better to wait until you find a trap before quitting.

Celia was unaware of her thoughts, and the agreement of her two disciples made her feel very gratified.

After leaving Auriel behind to wait for him to finish dealing with everything, the two of them arrived in the Southern Continent after another spatial teleportation.

The person they are looking for this time is Minus.

Because she was present wherever there was war, her location was indeed difficult to find.

Fortunately, she was famous and known as the Witch of War.

Before long, Ronan received news of her from some soldiers.

Spread out the map

"Ok?"

Looking at the locations where she frequented and Matilda's location within the city, Ronan raised an eyebrow.

“What a coincidence, Celia, it seems that your two disciples are in the same place.”

"There shouldn't be any grudges between them."

Celia leaned closer, looking at the map with a furrowed brow.

Then she saw the enemy's positions and suddenly realized:

"There's no real grudge. It's probably that Minus's enemies heard about the existence of demons in the city from somewhere and want to use the power of the demons to wipe out their enemies."

"What a bunch of lunatics! They even dare to use the demon of desire. If they succeed, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"Let's get moving, Ronan."

Because it involves manipulating desires, Celia believes that even if Minus comes into contact with her, she will be affected, causing her personality to change drastically and turning her into a madwoman.

She didn't want to see her apprentice turn into that horrible sight.

Knowing only how to kill, it wouldn't be surprising if they were attacked by humans one day.

Chapter 123, Minus (by Frillian, please subscribe!)

"Master's aura?"

In the forest, Minus sat on a half-tree trunk and sensed a familiar magical fluctuation. She suddenly looked up.

She held a silver water bottle in her hand, her serene, doll-like face reflected in it. She took a small sip, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes.

I vaguely remember that the last time I saw my master was three hundred years ago.

Because his master was too lazy, he only wanted to collect all the magic in the world, not to fight.

So after she had mastered her skills, she left her master's side.

At that time, the unified empire had just been established, beset by internal and external troubles and constant warfare, which happened to be the situation she liked best.

To this end, she transformed into a mercenary, traversing various battlefields, and in less than thirty years, she became famous and earned the title of "Witch of War".

She liked the title very much. Although she regarded herself as a calamity, she didn't care at all, thinking that she had surpassed her master.

Because there has been absolutely no news of my master for over two hundred years, as if he had vanished into thin air.