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

"I just hope you won't tell the teacher about this."

Upon hearing this, Ronan frowned and fell silent.

His gaze shifted from Matilda to Minus, a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

After a moment, he asked:

"And what about you?"

He felt Matilda's sincerity; she dared to admit it and take responsibility, which was good.

But he knew in his heart that she definitely didn't do this alone.

Given Matilda's character, there is absolutely no way she would break the rules out of curiosity.

and so…

As expected, Minus nodded in response to Ronan's questioning:

"Yes, I admit it, and I am willing to accept any punishment, even if my master finds out, it doesn't matter, but I have a question I want to ask you."

Do you know the goddess?

The voice was direct and to the point, and Ronan's gaze shifted slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Matilda began to talk about her desire to become a saint.

"Why?" This puzzled Ronan.

Although this position was an excellent medium for spreading faith for the goddess.

However, for him, it was something he created casually to alleviate the dull atmosphere within the church.

Matilda lowered her eyes and answered, her voice sincere and earnest:

"It's very simple. I want to know if the goddess really exists, and I want to repay your kindness, for you saved me from dire straits."

"You've probably heard about what happened to me from your teacher before."

"Before I met you, I was extremely afraid of men and couldn't even make eye contact with them."

"But after nearly twenty days of contact with you, the symptoms have gradually improved."

"Although I know that all of this is thanks to your acquaintance with Master, because I trust Master, I naturally trust you as well..."

"But even so, it is also related to your gentleness, handsomeness, and kindness."

"For example, you commanded the demon race, saving billions of lives from disaster. This is an achievement comparable to that of a goddess."

Upon hearing this, Ronan fell silent once again.

He never expected it would be for these reasons.

But upon closer reflection, it makes perfect sense; without exception, these are all admirable qualities that humans or elves aspire to.

It's no wonder she made this decision to repay the debt.

Just like in those stories where a young woman has nothing to repay someone with, she might offer herself in marriage or be reborn as their servant in the next life.

Ronan nodded, his tone calm:

“I understand. Although I’m not sure if you can become a saintess, we have to try to find out.”

"A saintess needs not only temperament and appearance, but also certain qualifications, such as the qualifications to use goddess magic."

"Only in this way can I communicate better with the goddess."

"As for punishment..." Ronan hesitated for a moment, then, seeing his good attitude in admitting his mistake, slowly shook his head.

"Let's see. It's not a particularly serious matter, but while a major punishment can be avoided, a minor one is inevitable..."

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his gaze thoughtful, and earnestly offered a suggestion.

"You have a mental illness, right? Well then, how about this?"

Have you heard of desensitization therapy?

……

A little while later, Matilda left, her face flushed, her steps somewhat hurried.

Minus followed behind, clicking her tongue softly.

Although the so-called punishment was not really a punishment, it had to be admitted that it did teach either himself or Matilda a lesson.

Ronan sat at the table, watching the two figures gradually disappear into the distance, before beginning to read the replies from the Church of Goddess and the Emperor.

When he saw the letter mentioning the old emperor's death, a glint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes; he knew the bullet had struck the empire squarely in the brow.

“Not bad.” Ronan nodded, his tone composed.

"The conservatives have disappeared, but we don't know what kind of personality the new emperor will have."

"I hope you won't disappoint me."

As he spoke, he got up and put the letter away... After thinking for a moment, he put it into the subspace, then turned and left the room, heading towards where Celie was.

Although he was not entirely clear about the emperor's thoughts, he was already prepared to control the emperor.

The Magic Association is not only Celie's creation, but also my own.

After all, the association's structure and members' benefits were all conceived by himself, and he absolutely could not let the emperor interfere.

Chapter 134, Arrival at the Unified Empire, Miliade's Loyalty; Emperor: Crying~ My teacher is gone (6k)

"Here, take your clothes back."

Seria had just finished arranging the Flame Flower and some herbs when she saw Ronan appear, so she took off her clothes and handed them back.

When Ronan took the clothes, she finally felt a little relieved—heaven knows how she felt after that night.

Although their relationship had progressed to the point where they could bathe together, at least they were still wrapped in towels.

That night, she was almost completely naked, and what's worse, her omnipotent senses were still activated.

Fortunately, she has amazing mental fortitude; otherwise, she really wouldn't know how to deal with Ronan.

Celia exhaled a breath of stale air, pondering Luo Nan's words. After a moment of silence, she slowly spoke:

"Now that the emperor is dead, does that mean we can start preparing to implement the plan we set out before?"

“Of course.” Ronan casually stuffed the clothes into the subspace and continued explaining his objective.

"Besides the matter of the Magic Association, you can also test his attitude towards you elves."

"As you know, the elven city... no, I should say a large elven village will be completed soon. When it takes in a large number of elves, it will not be hidden from the human empire."

"It's good to know their attitude in advance so that we can prepare accordingly and avoid being caught off guard."

Although Celie is powerful and fearless of humans, it's hard to say about ordinary Pokémon.

This is a necessary action to prevent problems before they occur.

“I understand.” Celia nodded in agreement.

"In that case, let me go with you."

"Besides you, who else will participate in this operation?"

"After all, we are going to the capital of the unified empire, and we are going to meet the emperor. Shouldn't we keep the number of people as small as possible?"

"Also, how many days are we going to stay? It's about Frillie and Vlame's birthdays..."

Celia was worried that she would be gone for too long and forget about it.

Although there is spatial magic that allows one to return at any time, no one can rule out the possibility of being held up by other matters and unable to return in time.

Ronan seemed to have anticipated Celia's concerns, and thus patiently provided a response:

"Indeed, fewer people are better than more, but don't forget that Frilian is also an elf with the ability to act independently."

"She can come with us to the capital, as long as she doesn't come with us to meet the emperor."

“That’s a city with everything you need for food, clothing, shelter and transportation. It’s no problem for her to take care of Vlame.”

Upon hearing this, Celia was taken aback at first, then nodded in realization.

Yes, I almost forgot about that.

Thinking of this, her worries immediately dissipated.

So she quickly packed her things and embarked on a journey to the royal city with Ronan.

As for Matilda, Ronan pondered for a few seconds before setting off and ultimately decided to let her go alone to avoid any misunderstandings.

In any case, there is still plenty of time for the selection of the saintess. Arriving at the headquarters of the Goddess Church in the royal city a few days later is perfectly feasible.

……

Inside the royal city, in a tranquil garden, in an exquisite pavilion, Herbert V sat on a stone bench, looking slightly tired.

Since taking office, the mountain of trivial matters has almost exhausted all his energy.

Only now did he truly realize how heavy the responsibilities of an emperor were.

He coughed lightly twice and said to Miliald, who was drinking not far away:

"Teacher, the new pope has replied, saying that he will be arriving in the capital soon."

"What kind of person do you think he will be? Will he be a young person like me?"

Millie Alde was staring at the wine glass in her hand, her eyes looking somewhat dazed.

Upon hearing Herbert V's words, she put down her imperial wine, her expression calm:

"I don't know, but I do know that he didn't have a good impression of the emperor."

"Don't forget how your grandfather, the former emperor, died."

Having said that, she seemed unwilling to say anything more about the Pope, her gaze refocusing on the wine in front of her. Changing the subject, she said:

"Regarding this imperial wine, Your Majesty, are you sure it tastes exactly the same as it did fifty years ago when Herbert IV ascended the throne?"

"I've heard it's a rare and delicious wine, which is why I've been waiting here for fifty years."

"However……"