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

However, she quickly realized what was happening, a look of sudden understanding flashing in her eyes:

"Oh, you mean him? I think he's great."

"At least, Master is no longer as cold as before."

"However, senior sister, our master hasn't officially acknowledged the title of 'grandmaster' yet, has she?"

The term "shigong" means "master's husband".

She had racked her brains for a long time but couldn't think of a suitable address, but Minus finally guessed it right away.

Minus looked up at the starry sky, her casual tone tinged with a hint of contemplation:

"What difference does it make whether you admit it or not? Have you ever seen Master be this intimate with any man in the past few hundred years?"

"It's just a matter of time."

"Although for humans, this could very well be a lifetime."

Matilda fell silent upon hearing this.

indeed.

Since she was unaware of everything that had happened to Ronan, she believed that at his current age, he had at most fifty years left to live.

Fifty years is but a fleeting moment for a pure-blooded elf.

Thinking about this, Matilda couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

She considered her words carefully, and after a moment of thought, she said:

"Then, senior sister, is there any magic that can extend human lifespan?"

“Our master has finally shown some interest in these kinds of things, so we disciples should help her.”

"Heh." Minus chuckled softly upon hearing this.

She slowly shook her head, but didn't say anything.

As Celie's disciple, although she hadn't spent much time with Celie, she knew that Celie had once developed life-extending magic.

Unfortunately, it ultimately ended in failure.

The reason for the failure is unknown, but it is likely related to the limitations of magic.

Neither she nor Celia could imagine what it would be like to have one's lifespan extended or taken away.

Minus's calm voice rang out again, as steady as the flow of a stream:

"Junior sister, you're having such unrealistic ideas."

"Extending lifespan is the domain of God, and the feelings of our teachers are not something we disciples can interfere with."

"All we can do is pray silently, praying that our master will be enlightened soon."

"Of course, you can also offer help indirectly."

"For example, tell him about your master's preferences, or create more opportunities for them to be alone together."

"Life is long, why worry about something as ephemeral as lifespan?"

Matilda listened and nodded in understanding.

Yes, I almost forgot about that.

She naturally knew her master's preferences.

As for opportunities…

Her mind raced, and the two continued chatting about the matter for a while longer.

Once she had determined Minus's stance, Matilda clenched her fists, a resolute glint in her eyes, before turning and leaving.

I need to work hard, for my master's happiness...

……

the other side.

After finishing their discussion about the Magic Association, Ronan continued to enjoy Celie's massage.

Suddenly he remembered something, turned his head slightly, and asked Celia:

"You're 2000 years old this year, right? Do you remember your birthday?"

"Frilian and Vlame's birthdays are coming up soon, have you decided what gifts to give them?"

Although we are currently living in ancient times, the concept of "birthday" still exists.

Celia is too old; Ronan feels she might not remember her own birthday.

however…

"Hey, what kind of look is that? Of course I remember my birthday."

Celia noticed Ronan's suspicious look, crossed her arms, and got off Ronan's back, her thoughts quickly pulled back to reality.

She frowned, thought for a moment, and replied:

"It was probably in the summer, I don't remember exactly when, but according to my parents, it was when the Flame Illusion Flower was in full bloom."

"Flame Illusion Flower?"

“Yes,” Celia nodded and explained, “it is a flower that only blooms in the age of myth.”

“I once ordered people to search for it, but without exception, no one found any trace of it.”

"Therefore, I can only tell you that my birthday is in the summer, but you can decide on the exact date yourself."

Are you going to celebrate my birthday?

The word "birthday" was completely foreign to Celia; she had never encountered it before.

Hearing Ronan ask this question suddenly, she didn't know how to answer for a moment and could only wait quietly for Ronan's response.

Ronan pondered for a moment, then slowly said:

"I guess so. After all, it would be too pathetic if you didn't even remember when you were born."

"Do you have the seeds of the Flame Illusion Flower? Or have you ever seen the seeds of the Flame Illusion Flower? I can try to materialize them."

"Once planted, you'll know when it will bloom."

Celia shook her head gently, a hint of regret flashing in her eyes.

Although I really want to say yes, reality is cruel.

Moreover, thousands of years have passed, and she really doesn't remember anymore.

This left Ronan feeling utterly helpless, and he sighed:

"If there isn't one, then there isn't one. We might find clues elsewhere in the future. There are still three months until summer, so there's plenty of time."

"Let's get back to business. Have you decided what gifts to give them?"

"Frilian's birthday is in eight days, and Vlame's is in twenty days. I'm all ready."

The former is a magic conduction gem that was obtained earlier and has already been carved in the slime world.

Although infinite magic is no longer needed, its symbolic significance outweighs its practical use.

The latter, you just need to take her out for food and drinks.

Celia may be able to ignore Frillie, but she cannot ignore Vlame.

otherwise…

Just thinking about it, Ronan knew how strained their relationship would become.

"A gift?" Behind her, listening to Ronan's words, Celia stroked her chin, a plan forming in her mind.

She also felt the need to mend her relationship with Vlame, otherwise, if Ronan were to steal her away one day, it would be a testament to her incompetence as his mentor.

Chapter 130 The Demon General Who Farms: A Shameful Disgrace; Emperor's Wine, Miliad's Curiosity

A few days later, in the Demon King's castle, in the plaza, Solitaire looked at the various demons before her and asked Shurahart:

"Are all the mobile and powerful beings in the Demon King's Castle here right now?"

These demons varied in strength.

Strong and Seven Collapses belong to the same category.

The weakest is only at the level of Frilian before.

Of course, this is not meant to belittle them.

After all, demons are inherently inferior to elves in terms of talent; otherwise, the Demon King would not have issued the order to massacre them.

Shurahart nodded slightly:

"Currently, all thirty-two generals and fifty-six magicians of equal rank within the Demon King's castle have arrived."

“Some of those who refused to obey have been killed on the spot.”

What kind of order do you wish to issue?

Just one day later, Shurahat's way of addressing Solitaire changed from casual to respectful.

Upon hearing this, Solitaire's lips curled into a slight, satisfied smile.

"Eighty-eight people? Hmm, not bad."

She cleared her throat and then addressed the group of demons.

"You all know about the current situation of the Demon King's Castle, right?"

"The previous Demon King is dead, and I am the new Demon King. Above me, there is another person. He is the current hero, and also our master."

"It is because of his protection that you are able to stand here safely today."

"Therefore, you must obey his orders at all costs."

"Now, I have an important task to entrust to you."

"Those who know spatial magic, step forward."