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

Millie Alde shook her head slightly. The taste of the wine was indescribable; in her opinion, it was almost like crudely made garbage.

At first, she thought there was something wrong with her sense of taste.

After tasting ten bottles in a row, all of which tasted the same, she finally realized that there was a problem with the quality of the wine itself.

Herbert V listened, frowned slightly, and asked in confusion:

"Of course it's the same. Do you perhaps find it hard to drink, teacher?"

Milie Alde remained silent, her furrowed brow and disdainful expression revealing her true feelings.

If she hadn't felt she couldn't betray the experiences of the past fifty years, which is almost a lifetime for a human being, she would have thrown all of these Emperor's Wines away long ago.

Herbert V, seeing this, was speechless.

He fully understood his teacher's feelings and felt a little guilty himself, so he sighed softly:

"I'm sorry, teacher, for making you waste fifty years of your life."

"So, regarding those two hundred-odd bottles of Emperor's Wine, will you continue to take them with you when you leave?"

Millie Alder looked up again and answered without hesitation, "Of course."

Her expression was icy. She picked up the bottle, took another sip, and spoke indifferently:

"This is the worst-tasting liquor I've ever had in my life. I want everyone else to try it."

“But considering my experiences over the past fifty years, I cannot let them taste it so easily.”

"When someone spends a long time, fully expecting to find a masterpiece, only to discover it's just a pile of garbage..."

"Ha, I believe no one can accept such a huge sense of disparity."

"But I'm going to do it anyway."

Although this action seemed to have no practical significance, it was the best way she could think of to vent her emotions.

Herbert V couldn't very well stop him, after all, Herbert was his teacher.

Moreover, this statement implies that the Emperor's Wine was truly extremely unpalatable.

Hopefully, no one will fall for the trap.

The two continued chatting for a while longer, but the new pope did not appear.

Just then, a guard rushed in to report that the Pope had gone to a banquet at the church headquarters, accompanied by an elf.

"An elf?" Miliade narrowed her eyes, a strange light flashing within them.

After learning the specific appearance of the elf, she slowly stood up, indicating that she wanted to leave first and prepare to find out more.

She understood that the Pope was special, and perhaps the elves around him were special as well.

It concerns goddesses, and it's also a goal I'll be exploring in the future.

No clue can be overlooked.

……

"Your Holiness, you've finally arrived..."

"Your Holiness, are you really that young? That's truly remarkable for someone so young..."

Inside the church, Ronan was surrounded by a constant stream of compliments and praises.

Even Celia, who was standing next to him, felt a bit nauseous when she heard it.

Of course, she could understand these people's attitude, because humans are such creatures, revering the strong and revering gods.

However, Ronan paid no attention to these voices and completely ignored them.

Compared to the flattery of the 21st century, this is child's play, too straightforward, and utterly lacking in finesse.

He waved his hand gently, and the sounds stopped abruptly.

Ronan walked steadily up to a bishop and asked directly:

"Have all those things been prepared? What is the Emperor's attitude towards allowing magical research to proceed?"

He paused, then pointed to Celia beside him and added:

"This is my companion; treat her the same way you would treat me."

The bishop glanced at Celia with surprise, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by awe.

He nodded quickly, his voice respectful:

"Yes."

Afterward, he gathered his thoughts and quickly recounted what had happened.

Ronan listened quietly, his face expressionless.

Upon learning that the new emperor had not undertaken sweeping reforms to the Church of Goddess, he narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded with some satisfaction.

In the current situation, no reform means compromise; in other words, this operation should go very smoothly.

"Good. What's your name? Are you interested in serving as the recorder for this operation?"

"This is an event that will be recorded in church history. I hope you will approach this with 120% effort and not be negligent in the slightest."

The emperor's compromise signifies the zenith of divine power, which is inextricably linked to himself as the pope.

Considering that he was not a monk, the goddess could not control him. In other words, he could live a more carefree life than an emperor.

He glanced thoughtfully at Celia beside him.

Immediately, the bishop's face turned red with excitement, and he quickly agreed to the order.

Then the bishop cautiously approached and suggested that they could temporarily ignore the emperor and test his patience in order to demonstrate the authority of the pope.

Ronan pondered for a moment, and then slowly nodded in agreement.

Anyway, we didn't set a time to meet, so let's finish dealing with things here first.

Thus, a meticulously prepared welcome banquet began.

……

……

The atmosphere in the large room was subtle.

Because he had made prior preparations, Ronan quickly saw what the clergy had prepared.

With plenty of food and drink, and Celia as his companion, Ronan shook his head and sighed. An unsuspecting person might have thought they had stumbled upon some kind of cult.

Thankfully, there were no dancers or similar personnel, otherwise Ronan would have thought that even the goddess had fallen from grace.

He took a sip of the 300-year-old wine and thought the taste was just average.

Influenced by historical circumstances, it has a faint grape aroma and is similar to fruit wine in general.

Celia, who was standing next to her, felt the same way.

She frowned and turned her gaze to the dragon meat, then saw Ronan take out the seasonings and signal to the men to roast it carefully.

The aroma of the seasonings was extremely rich and intense, akin to a game-changer in this era. As the hot oil sizzled, some monks couldn't help but swallow hard.

Although they didn't know where the seasoning came from, they knew it must be very expensive.

Just as they were about to ask if they needed to save some money, Ronan's gaze suddenly pierced through the walls and fell on the church entrance.

His gaze lingered for a moment, then he spoke to a monk beside him:

"A guest has arrived; she's right outside the door. Invite her in. If I'm not mistaken, she's a close advisor to the emperor."

The royal city wasn't very large, so Ronan used his omniscient senses to explore it as soon as he entered.

The monk, with a solemn expression, knew that the emperor had sent someone, and he quickly rose and replied:

"Yes."

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

Two minutes later, Millie Alde came to Ronan.

The two women exchanged a glance, and Milield frowned, her eyes filled with wariness.

"You know me?"

Strangely, even though she had suppressed her magic and claimed she had never met Ronan before, Ronan acted as if he knew her very well.

Where exactly was it exposed?

As she pondered, Ronan gave his answer:

"Of course I don't know him, it's just that my senses happen to be very sharp."

He pointed to the seat next to him.

"Sit down. Have you come here to discuss something important with me? Or is the Emperor eager to see me?"

"What's your name?"

— Keen perception?

Although she didn't quite understand the meaning of these words, she slowly sat down, considering the other person's identity and her own purpose in coming.

After introducing himself, he intended to get straight to the point, but the next second, his attention was drawn to Celie.

"Um?!"

The sense of déjà vu was strong, and combined with her perception of magic, Millie Alde immediately recognized the other person's identity.

While feeling awe, a sense of doubt also arose in my heart, because how could the legendary strongest mage be mingling with humans?

And this human was even the pope chosen by the goddess…

Millie Alder asked a question instinctively.

Serena put down her glass and said nonchalantly:

"He is no ordinary human being. It's normal that I was defeated by him and thus followed him. There's no need to make a fuss about it."

"Your name is Miliald, right? Are you a pure-blooded elf or a half-elf?"

"I heard you're working for the emperor. If you're a pureblood, would you be interested in working with me?"