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

"I intend to make the Magic Association an organization that proves the identity and strength of magicians."

“The previous magician groups were very loosely structured, as can be seen from Volamey’s parents.”

"To call oneself a magician simply because one knows some basic magic... Logically speaking, there's nothing wrong with that, but I cannot accept such a title."

"Magic is special, and so are magicians. It is only reasonable to call them apprentices until they reach a certain level."

At this point, Celia let out a breath and then stated her conclusion.

"Therefore, this is the first step I intend to achieve and complete: redefine the mage community and establish clear ranks."

"Levels?" Ronan laughed upon hearing this, a smile tinged with amusement, which was quite relatable.

It seems that no matter the world, it's difficult to escape the vicious cycle of rankings.

He nodded slightly and continued, "And then? Above the magic apprentice is the mage, and what's above the mage?"

"And what are you called?"

Have you thought about these things?

"Furthermore, magicians are extremely rare in the world today, with only a few hundred across the entire continent."

“Space teleportation is not yet widespread, so getting them to cross continents to join the Magic Association is not a simple matter.”

"Moreover, it's hard to say whether the Magic Association has any authority. Even if it gets a ranking, it's just a ranking within a small circle."

"What if they don't acknowledge it, Celia? What are you going to do then?"

These are all, without exception, very sharp and obvious problems that need to be addressed immediately.

Celia was stumped by the question.

You're asking me what to do?

how could I know?

I made the decision on a whim, and no one told her any of this.

No wonder no one has succeeded to this day; the emperor's rejection is one aspect.

After success, the various miscellaneous matters become difficult to handle, which is another aspect.

Many people would probably give up on this idea once they think of it.

Celia's expression turned somewhat unpleasant, and she subconsciously increased the pressure.

She thought and thought but couldn't find a suitable answer.

Helpless, she recalled Ronan's identity and could only lower her head, her expression sincere:

"Please enlighten me, Ronan."

Despite the difficulties, she will not give up.

Not to mention, she had already made a boast to Vlame, and as a master, her dignity would never allow her to back down in front of her disciple.

Ronan looked up and glanced back at her.

Seeing the serious look in his eyes, he slowly withdrew his gaze and replied:

"It's actually very simple, just expand the influence of magic. You can call on all the magicians in the country to study magic together."

"Now that the threat from the demons has disappeared, magic will no longer be a symbol of the demons."

"Without this stereotype, why worry about others not recognizing the authority of the Magic Association? Of course, you can also offer some benefits."

"For example, anyone who joins the Magic Association will be given some magic as a gift, in order to attract magicians to register for membership."

"After they've joined the association for a certain number of years, we'll give them some more advanced magic to encourage them to stay longer."

"If new magic is discovered later, corresponding contribution points will be awarded."

"These contribution points can be freely exchanged for magic to enhance their sense of belonging."

"In short, the Magic Association can only thrive if it ensures that those mages have sufficient motivation and enthusiasm."

Ronan's words left Celia speechless with surprise.

With each word he spoke, Celia felt the plan was more and more feasible.

Why didn't I think of that?

It sounds like a promotional campaign, but you have to admit, this method is very effective.

Even she herself was persuaded.

However, Celia still had some doubts.

She paused for two seconds and asked:

"Calling on all the magicians in the country to research magic together? Will that really work? Magic isn't something that can be created casually."

"I know, so it all depends on your abilities as the president. Do you want the Magic Association to become a niche organization, or do you want magic to become more accessible to the masses?"

"You hate the arrival of a world where everyone can use magic, right? Then you can choose the former for now."

Ronan did not want to interfere too much in the ideological dispute between Vlamé and Selée.

After all, Vlamé will grow up eventually.

Once she grows up and joins the Magic Association, if she still has the desire to reform, it won't be too late to intervene then.

Celia nodded, her expression thoughtful: "I see."

She roughly understood what Ronan meant; it was essentially like the difference between a private institution and a non-governmental organization.

The former takes the lead in everything, controlling all decisions and development directions.

The latter, on the other hand, is dominated by those mages, because there are too many of them for them to manage on their own.

"Then let's choose the former first. Anyway, I have a lifespan of almost eternity, so it doesn't matter if my research on magic takes a little longer."

Celia exhaled, her expression softening, and her strength returned to normal as she continued massaging Ronan.

With Ronan's advice, she now fully understood what she should do from now on.

However, there was still one problem that hadn't been solved. She paused, then added:

"Do you have any good ideas about the level system? Here's what I'm thinking at the moment."

"Above the apprentice mage is the mage, above the mage is the archmage, and according to the division of the mythological era, the archmage is the pinnacle."

"However, the name itself is not intimidating enough and has little symbolic meaning, so I plan to add something like a badge."

"I haven't decided on a name for the badge yet, but I think it must be unique and imposing."

"The hierarchy in that world is quite good, even though it's not a magical realm."

"Like immortals, saints, gods... what do you think about me taking some inspiration from them?"

Ronan murmured to himself, "A magic immortal, a magic saint, a magic god? It all seems a bit too commonplace."

Moreover, in terms of expressiveness, people other than goddesses who use magic are far from reaching the level of immortals, saints, and gods.

A magician who can only destroy small towns calls himself a magic immortal or a magic saint... Just thinking about it makes me feel a little embarrassed.

He coughed lightly twice: "As long as the mood is right, there's no need to be so precise."

“If the competition is too strong, some problems can easily arise.”

“I think the title ‘Saint’ is quite good. It stands apart from magicians, and it is both intimidating and evocative.”

“A saint?” Celia pondered carefully and realized that it was indeed so.

The concept of "immortal" is too ethereal and illusory, and as a local resident, she doesn't quite understand it.

But "god"... it's not a wise thing to try and frame a goddess.

"I understand."

Thinking of this, Celia withdrew her hand and stood up.

She carefully climbed onto Ronan's back, her delicate toes tracing a massaging motion as she nodded and continued:

"Let's name it 'Saint' then. As for the emblem, how about making it look like a staff?"

"The Staff of the Saint, or the proof of the Staff of the Saint, becoming proof of the saint, I think this idea is very good."

Indeed, that's good," Ronan nodded.

Thus, the process for establishing the Magic Association and its subsequent development plans were finalized after discussions between the two.

A sense of satisfaction welled up in Celia's heart, and she looked forward to the days to come, as well as to the expression on Vlamé's face when he saw this.

Because she knew that she and Ronan had made history together.

They will be remembered by the world in the future.

Chapter 129, Master and Master's Man, Disciple's Assistance

Night fell as dark as ink, and at the edge of the woods, a small stream flowed quietly.

Minus had just dipped her feet into the stream when she suddenly heard a soft voice behind her.

"Senior Sister Minus, aren't you going to chat with Junior Sister? She's a genius."

"In just half a month, he mastered the magic that took me three years to learn."

The voice was filled with deep emotion. Minus turned around and saw that the person who came was Matilda.

As the starlight shone down, she withdrew her gaze, casually flicked the water at her feet, and spoke in a cold and distant voice:

"So what if she's a genius? She's human, she'll die soon anyway."

"I really don't understand why Master would accept a human as a disciple. It's boring and tedious."

As she spoke, she gently shook her head, her eyes filled with indifference towards humanity.

Matilda was about to retort when Minus suddenly turned and glanced at her, changing the subject and continuing:

"Compared to my junior sister, I care more about the man beside my master."

What do you think of our "master"?

"Grandmaster?" Matilda paused slightly upon hearing this unusual title, her steps faltering.