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

And now, that familiar magical fluctuation has reappeared...

Minus sensed the vast, seemingly endless amount of magical power, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on her lips.

"You're even stronger than before."

Do you have any friends with you?

"Is he a junior brother or sister, or perhaps...?"

Because Ronan had suppressed his magic, Minus was unable to ascertain the strength of those around Celie.

She could only silently ponder based on her own habitual thinking, concluding that it was more likely to be her junior sister.

So she couldn't help but start to figure out why her master had brought her junior sister here.

However, no matter how hard she thought about it, she still couldn't figure it out.

"never mind."

Minus stood up, thinking to herself that as long as it didn't affect her, she didn't care what others thought.

This is precisely where she and the former Celia are most similar.

Having left the forest, wands in hand, and prepared for war, Ronan and Celia were already approaching the abandoned city.

Under a tree, Ronan gazed into the distance and asked Celia:

"Aren't you going to find Minus?"

"Based on my senses, she's nearby; she's the one with the most magic power."

“No need.” Celia shook her head, looking at the map, her tone indifferent.

"What good would finding her do? Persuading her to leave? Not to mention that after so long, would she even be willing to listen to her teacher?"

"Her identity alone is unacceptable; she is a mercenary."

Mercenaries are paid for their work, so trust is paramount. This is why Minus has not been defeated despite participating in the war so far.

She, Celia, would never do anything that would damage her disciple's reputation.

Ronan nodded and didn't say anything more, thinking that it wouldn't be too late to meet again after dealing with the demon.

The two walked silently toward the city and soon arrived at the city entrance.

They saw a house by the side of the deserted road.

Celia went up and knocked on the door, but there was no response.

I tried to push it open, and with a creak, the door wasn't locked.

Upon seeing this, Celia frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.

"Is nobody here?"

Ronan asked softly, glancing through the window.

What comes into view is a table covered in a thick layer of dust, clearly indicating that no one has lived here for a long time.

Celia pushed open the door and went in without hesitation, with Ronan following behind her.

The two searched the living room carefully but found only one letter.

The letter had turned yellow. Celia opened it, examined it closely, and her expression visibly changed.

Even though Ronan didn't see the contents of the envelope, he could tell from Celie's expression that it was definitely not good news.

Seria's words later confirmed this.

"You mean, she entered the city? Why?"

The letter mentioned that Matilda had entered the city to kill the demon, which puzzled Ronan greatly.

After all, elves have near-eternal lifespans, and as long as they stay here, they can wear down the demon to death.

Celia instinctively crumpled the paper, and gave a cold snort:

"Because of the demon race, you should still remember the time a few years ago when the demon race sent a large army south, right?"

"In retaliation against me, they killed a large number of elves."

"She heard about this from somewhere and acted so aggressively in order to protect her people."

"I should have known better. She's a child who hates evil, damn it."

Seria may be indifferent to other elves, but she is different with her disciples; she is a typical example of someone with a sharp tongue but a soft heart.

That's why, when she learned that Matilda had entered the city, the complex emotions she felt were simply indescribable.

After a long silence, he took a deep breath and said, "Let's go."

She tucked the letter away and turned around.

Although she knew that Matilda was most likely dead, she still held a sliver of hope that she might survive.

Ultimately, the demon itself has no offensive capabilities; it only knows how to manipulate people's minds.

Therefore, even if they fail, the worst outcome is being trapped in the city and starving to death.

Considering Matilda is an elf with extensive experience in wilderness survival, perhaps…

……

At the same time, war had broken out on the other side of the city.

Minus recklessly wielded her powerful magic, weaving in and out of the crowd seven times.

Wherever they went, large numbers of enemies fell like wheat being harvested.

For her, this was just part of her daily life; however, as she continued killing, she sensed something was amiss.

Why don't these soldiers show any fear on their faces?

She was the infamous War Witch; in the past, her enemies, if not routed, were at least terrified at the sight of her.

But now, these soldiers seem to have lost their souls, charging forward without fear.

Minus quickly understood everything. Through her magical perception, she discovered that all the soldiers were enveloped in an ominous aura.

This made her recall the rumors about the nearby city, and she narrowed her eyes slightly.

"...Were you influenced by demons?"

She muttered to herself, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.

Just as Minus was thinking about whether she should play it safe and not be so radical—she was just too lazy to understand other people's feelings, not crazy.

She must be afraid of death.

However, before she could make up her mind, a sharp attack suddenly came.

boom.

It was a magic projectile, extremely fast, accompanied by a whistling sound.

Minus instinctively raised her hand and released her magic, shattering the cannonball.

After smashing it, she looked up.

The instant he saw the newcomer—

"Hmm? Junior Sister Matilda?"

Minus's pupils contracted slightly.

Although it has been more than a hundred years since they last met, the appearance of pure-blooded elves will not change with the passage of such a short period of time.

Her hair was lush and green, and she had a baby face as youthful as her own, as well as a horizontal scar on her forehead from an accident she suffered as a child.

She couldn't believe she would meet him here.

Suddenly, he remembered his master from earlier.

Could it be...?

Chapter 124, The Suicidal Demon, Personality Domination

"A fight broke out."

In the city, Ronan looked at the moss covering his surroundings and spoke casually.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and continued:

"Both are experts, both elves. I did not see any trace of demons in this city."

"Seria, are you mistaken about something? Or has the demon already been killed by your disciple?"

The images detected by the omnipotent sensor were exceptionally clear.

Although this world lacks magic essence, releasing magic essence and using it as an extension of one's limbs can achieve the same level of remote monitoring.

Celia suddenly paused, stopping in her tracks.

Because they had only obtained the magic essence for half a month, they were far from being able to do what Ronan did.

Hearing the voice, she asked hesitantly:

"Two elves? What do they look like? You really didn't sense the presence of a demon?"

“No,” Ronan replied briefly, before beginning to recount his findings.

Serie listened, her face blank with astonishment. After hearing the story, she turned around without hesitation and walked towards the scene of the battle.

Although the specific details of the incident are not yet clear, this conflict is certainly related to evil.

In her mind, the gentle and kind Matilda would never do such a thing.

Ping! Bang!

The sharp sound of weapons clashing pierced the air.

As Celia approached the battlefield, she saw only corpses strewn across the land, a scene of utter devastation.

Ronan stood beside Celia and immediately locked onto the two fighting in the center of the battlefield.

Their movements were swift, their faces showing no fear, and the magic they exuded spread out like a tsunami.