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

But he is not.

“…” Miliealde remained silent.

His calm eyes reflected the other person's appearance, and after a moment, he slowly agreed to the order.

She also wanted to see the Pope, so she wouldn't have to search the world for him.

So she bowed slightly, turned and took her leave.

……

At this moment, on the Celestial Dragon, Ronan successfully reunited with Celie through his omnipotent senses.

When he saw Celia standing there with her back to him, head down, revealing a patch of white back, he was speechless.

No... what exactly happened here?

Where did Celie's clothes go?

Because the vegetation grows differently in different regions, Ronan had never encountered the so-called corrosive rain before.

Seeing this now, I feel a sense of helplessness and regret.

"Hey... what are you still standing there for? Got any clothes?"

As Ronan pondered, Celia's helpless voice interrupted his thoughts.

Looking up, though he couldn't see her expression, Ronan knew her current mood.

He clicked his tongue and shook his head slightly.

Ronan casually took out a clean piece of clothing, walked over to Celia, and had her put it on before asking her why she had come here.

After learning that she had come in search of the Flame Illusion Flower, Ronan had an idea and gestured for Frilian to show her the flowers and plants she had picked up earlier.

……

After a period of time.

"Not this, not this, definitely not this..."

With a series of intermittent mutterings, Celia quickly identified all the flowers and plants that Frilian had collected.

Unfortunately, there was no trace of the Flame Illusion Flower among them.

This made Celia feel a sense of disappointment.

Beside her, Ronan noticed the change in her expression, frowned slightly, and couldn't help but ask:

"What exactly is the Flame Illusion Flower?"

"I remember you said before that you didn't remember what it looked like, so why are you so sure now?"

Aren't you afraid of admitting your mistake?

Upon hearing Ronan's words, Celia slowly turned her head and glanced at him.

At that moment, a cool evening breeze blew by, and she subconsciously wrapped her thin clothes around herself, slowly explaining:

"Of course I wouldn't mistake it. The Flame Illusion Flower, as the name suggests, is a dreamlike flower that blooms in hot and scorching places."

"Theoretically, it is possible to see it blooming near a volcano even outside of the height of summer, but unfortunately the chances are very small."

"Its function is to release floral fragrance, allowing people to see the most precious scenes from the depths of their memories."

"And these things... are at best just some herbs with medicinal value."

"It can heal wounds, relieve pain, and suppress or enhance emotions."

"Aside from being rare because they are extinct, they have almost no other value, and there are many substitutes for them in the world today."

As Celia finished speaking, she slowly stood up.

She turned and looked at Ronan:

“I need it. When you described my birthday to me before, I almost forgot that I also have parents.”

"Even though they have been gone for thousands of years, I still want to see them again."

"..."

These words were very sincere, and after listening, Ronan roughly understood one of the reasons why she had appeared here.

Hearing this, Frillie was somewhat moved and murmured the words "seeing her parents".

With a mixture of expectation and doubt in her eyes, she asked Celia, "Really?"

“Of course it’s true.” Celia, understanding Frillie’s meaning, quickly explained.

"I believe that every elf has had this problem to some extent."

"Living for too long can cause one to forget some of their past memories."

"This kind of forgetting is actually the disappearance of emotions, and I don't want it to disappear, which is why I risked coming here."

Celia looked at Ronan again, recalling the day's events, and sighed softly, saying directly:

"Now that I've run into you, I won't hold back anymore, Ronan. Would you be willing to lend me a hand?"

Although her initial intention in coming alone was not to continue owing favors, now that she already owes them, a little more wouldn't matter.

Ronan pondered for a moment, then instead of agreeing immediately, asked with a hint of doubt:

"A volcanic area? Are you sure there really are Flame Illusion Flowers blooming there? Also, Frilian, what's going on with your parents?"

Do you also need the Flame Illusion Flower?

Thinking about it carefully, I don't think I've ever asked about this since I met Frilian.

I have never met Frilian’s parents, nor have I ever heard Frilian mention them.

Now, I finally have the opportunity to understand.

Faced with Ronan's question, Frillie hesitated for two seconds before slowly answering:

"I guess so. Although I don't know Celie's past, my parents died more than a hundred years ago."

"I don't remember the cause of death, I only know that I left home in the morning and never came back."

"So much time has passed, and I want to see them one last time. So it would be best if I could, but I won't force it if I can't."

"Moreover, I'm not even sure if the most precious images in my memory are the scenes of being with them."

"I see," Ronan nodded gently.

Because the cause of her parents' death was unknown, Frilian's obsession was not very deep.

However, considering Celia's situation, it wouldn't be unreasonable to help her search for him.

Anyway, I won't be going back anytime soon, because I haven't finished exploring this area yet, and I haven't tasted all the monsters.

Let's do it along the way.

As for volcanoes…

"Are there any special monsters there?" Ronan couldn't help but ask.

Celia shook her head. How could she possibly know? But given the special circumstances here, there must be some.

Like fire scorpions, fire lizards, fire dragons, and the like...

……

……

At the same time, on the ground.

"Master is gone, and Grandmaster is gone too. Senior Sister Minus, do you think what I did was really effective?"

Matilda sat on a rock, her hands behind her back, gazing at the starry sky, talking to Minus beside her as he tended the campfire.

Minus was grilling meat, the yellow firelight illuminating her face and reflecting her calm expression.

Upon hearing the question, she didn't turn her head, but responded calmly:

"Whether it works or not, we'll know when we get back. There's no point in worrying now."

"And do you really want your master to get married so early?"

"You also have a good impression of your master, right?"

Upon hearing this, Matilda's expression changed abruptly.

She tilted her head slightly, her face flushed, and her voice stammered:

"How...how could you say that? That wasn't affection, it was just because he saved my life."

"Heh." These words sounded like sophistry to Minus, but she didn't refute them.

That's normal. Matilda had been used to being alone for many years and developed a phobia of men.

It would be abnormal if she didn't react strongly to the sudden appearance of a man she could trust and who she could see and interact with every day.

Unfortunately, he was the grandmaster.

Minus said calmly, "I don't care whether it's a good feeling or not. Anyway, junior sister, you must remember this."

"Before you can match your master, it's best not to have any unrealistic ambitions, or you'll be beaten to death."

"What did Junior Sister say?" Matilda retorted instinctively, but regretted it as soon as she said it.

Because it's common knowledge that the junior sister likes her master.

Minus glanced at Matilda again, her eyes filled with helplessness:

"Junior Sister? What are you comparing yourself to her for? She's human."

"Even if you like your grandmaster, even if you compete with your master for him, so what? Do you think your master will give in?"

"Even if she agrees, even if Junior Sister still holds this idea after she grows up, how will the seniority be determined?"

"It goes against human ethics... Even in the human world, such things rarely happen, let alone among elves."

Indeed, unless the junior sister has the determination to turn against her master and the courage to challenge worldly conventions, she would never dare to do it, even if she wanted to.

Celia is very domineering, especially when dealing with the weak, and Matilda knows this very well.

What a pity... But it's not entirely hopeless. What if my junior sister succeeds?