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

Several demons hesitated upon hearing the order.

But due to Solitaire's overwhelming strength, they eventually took a slow step forward.

Solitaire pulled a map from her bosom.

She pointed to an island surrounded by seawater on the map and explained:

"This area is where our demon race will live from now on. Obviously, it is far away from the human world."

"Although I know it is cruel to say this, I have to admit, my fellow demons, that we have reached a critical moment of life and death."

"While we can survive without eating people, we absolutely cannot survive without any food."

"Therefore, for the future of the demon race, please develop magic that can bring about a bountiful harvest or accelerate the growth of crops."

Upon hearing this, the demons below erupted in uproar.

It's one thing to be reduced to a vassal state.

After all, within the demon race's social system, the submission of the weak to the strong is an unchanging truth.

But how can we ensure a bumper harvest?

Is this something a demon should do?

One of the demons couldn't help but want to refute.

However, the moment he opened his mouth, Shurahat's calm yet chillingly oppressive gaze shot over.

Death was imminent, and he swallowed his words in an instant.

Seeing this, the other demons also shut their mouths and dared not make a sound.

“Very good.” Solitaire nodded in satisfaction.

She narrowed her eyes, a faint smile playing on her lips, and continued:

"I know you are very dissatisfied with this move, believing that it has eroded the dignity of the demon race."

"But don't forget the current situation of our demon race."

"Do you want to die meaninglessly, just like the previous Demon King?"

Upon hearing the words "former Demon King," the demons below completely lost their will to resist.

Instinct compelled them to lower their heads, unable to meet Solitaire's gaze.

Seeing this, Solitaire continued speaking for a few more minutes, and then gestured to the demons who knew spatial magic to remember the location of the island.

I'll give them some seeds later so they can try planting them. I'll also call the Demon General to join in.

These guys are all skilled at manual labor, tireless, and can plow hundreds of acres of land a day.

"..."

Although some demons might wonder if there was some mistake, the demon general wasn't born to farm.

But when they thought about the current difficult situation of their community, they could only accept it helplessly.

"There's no need to worry about freshwater resources; just have a few demons who are proficient in water magic create them."

"The only thing you need to care about is how to make the seeds grow in a short time."

Solitaire tapped the "blackboard" and calmly explained the current situation.

"We don't have much time left. From now on, we must be self-sufficient."

"Besides grains, there are other crops, such as cotton, mulberry trees, and silk..."

Everything is closely related to our living conditions.

As her words were spoken, some clever demons had already guessed Solitiel's intentions.

Unsurprisingly, all these actions are for the benefit of humanity.

A sense of humiliation spread through their hearts, but they had no other choice.

Finally, one of the demons couldn't hold back any longer and raised his hand to ask:

"How long are we going to live like this?"

Solitaire glanced at him:

"Forever, until the demon race is completely wiped out, but I hope that day will never come."

"As long as you're alive, anything is possible. Life will improve, like the death of a hero."

"So, my fellow countrymen, let's be patient for now."

Although Solitaire fears Ronan, her fear cannot change the fact that he is human.

Once Ronan is dead, his deterrent effect on the demon race will naturally be almost non-existent.

Hearing this, some of the demons felt a little relieved.

He thought to himself, "The Demon King has indeed not completely submitted to humanity."

They can wait for decades; they can just bear it.

So the demons took their leave and immediately went to carry out their missions.

As she watched their retreating figures, Solitaire's eyes flickered slightly.

A moment later, she slowly turned her head, looked at Shurahart beside her, and asked:

"Shurahat, do you think heroes die of old age?"

"If he dies, can the entire demon army defeat Celie?"

Shurahart remained silent for a long time, unable to give a precise answer to the question.

If it were before, it would be fine, but now…

"I don't know. I can only say there's a sliver of hope, but the odds are slim, unless the hero doesn't take back your power."

"Otherwise, a hundred ants, no matter how many there are in front of humans, are still just ants."

Solitaire listened to Shurahat's words thoughtfully.

Ants? That's a vivid metaphor, thankfully the opponent is 'humans'.

If it were the brave 'giant' instead, he could probably crush an elephant in an instant.

She was genuinely relieved that the other person could only live for a few decades.

With a silent sigh of relief, Solitaire turned and left.

……

Meanwhile, based on a note that someone had secretly given him that morning, Ronan went alone to the stream.

After a while, he successfully received the gift from Matilda.

He looked down at the sheet of paper in his hand, filled with Celie's interests and hobbies, and a strange expression appeared on his face.

No, what does this mean? What use does he have for this thing?

Just as he was about to look up and ask, he found that Matilda, who was directly opposite him, had already lowered her head, blushed, and disappeared.

This left him speechless.

Does Celia know about this?

I definitely don't know.

and so…

"It's really strange. In their eyes, has my relationship with Celia progressed to that point?"

"Hmm, thinking about it carefully, it seems that's really the case."

The images flashed through his mind, and Ronan stroked his chin, shaking his head slightly.

Although he felt that he and Celia were indeed quite familiar with each other, they were far from the level of intimacy that everyone had guessed.

It was all just to repay a favor.

"Ah."

Thinking of this, Ronan responded softly, his thoughts gradually returning to their original state.

He put the paper in his pocket and decided to wait and see for the time being.

Regardless of what Celia's disciples think, it's definitely not going to happen anytime soon.

The most urgent task is to properly handle the situation with the demons.

The seeds have been sent, but since they are an improved variety from the real world, he doesn't know if they can be successfully planted in this world.

If growth magic didn't violate biology, allowing growth to occur instantly without the aid of sunlight, water, or time, it would be unimaginable for modern people.

He shouldn't be completely devoid of creative ideas to this day.

"Let those demons handle it. As long as we get results in the end, that's all that matters."

With a sigh of relief and these complex thoughts in mind, Ronan slowly left the stream.

Back in the house, he saw Vlamé playing with Frilian; Celia had gone to oversee the work and wouldn't be back until evening.

Vlamé, with his sharp eyes, spotted Ronan as he walked in.

then……

This time, everyone was playing cards, comparing card values—a very simple game that even children can play.

Ronan sat down, waiting for time to pass while enjoying his leisurely days.

……

The atmosphere in the capital of the unified empire was somewhat oppressive.

In his bedchamber, Emperor Herbert IV, who was over seventy years old, was half-lying on the bed, looking haggard.

However, he was clutching the letter from the Church of the Goddess tightly in his hand, his expression slightly gloomy.

He snorted coldly, glancing sideways at a female elf not far away, his tone full of displeasure:

“Miliarde, what do you think those charlatans meant by sending me this letter?”