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

Seria began to slowly explain the matter of the demon race.

Milie Alde listened, her expression shifting.

For the elves, the demons had always been a major threat, and she had fought against them more than once before coming to the royal city.

Having narrowly escaped death several times, she knew all too well what an outrageous act it would be to defeat the entire demon race and bring them under her command.

Even more surprisingly, Ronan didn't personally intervene at all during the entire process.

If these words hadn't come from Celia's mouth,

She would surely think this was some fanatical follower of the Pope who had fabricated a fantastical tale to exaggerate the Pope's achievements.

Clang—

The cutlery wobbled twice.

Millie Alde was completely absorbed by Celie's words and didn't even bother to taste the seemingly strange but actually incredibly delicious drink placed in front of her.

She couldn't help but ask:

"So, has the threat from the demons completely disappeared?"

"Does relocation mean they're not dead yet? Why keep them alive?"

Although the suppression of the demon race by force is a fortunate thing.

But the many underlying reasons behind this matter still left her full of doubts.

Celia turned to look at Ronan, receiving a signal in her eyes, and slowly replied:

"Indeed, logically speaking, the most objective approach would be to wipe them all out, but let's not forget what they have done."

“It’s useless to just kill a death row inmate, because that won’t make them feel real fear.”

"Only by making them suffer before killing them, and by making them feel the pain themselves, can they realize the preciousness of life and repent for their actions."

"At the same time, it can make the best use of resources."

Upon hearing this, Milield nodded slightly, the doubt in her eyes gradually dissipating, replaced by a look of understanding.

She roughly understood why the two of them had left the demons behind.

Indeed, day after day of torment is the best punishment for these wicked demons.

She stopped talking about it and instead picked up the glass of wine she had forgotten about, taking a small sip.

The rich aroma spread in her mouth, making her sigh with emotion: there is no harm without comparison.

She inexplicably felt that the things she had eaten and drunk over the years were no different from what a beggar had eaten or drunk.

She quietly enjoyed this peaceful and beautiful time, immersing herself in the pleasure brought by the delicious food.

After lunch, the meeting with the emperor officially began.

Due to her change of stance, Milield was no longer on the Emperor's side.

The emperor was stunned to see that his teacher had become like a stranger after only an hour away.

"Teacher, you..."

He was just about to ask what had happened.

Milie Alder interrupted him directly:

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but I think I've found my goal for the future."

Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye.

"I have now become Lady Celie's disciple, so let's end our master-disciple relationship here."

Although theoretically the emperor could become Celie's grand-disciple, Miliadé would never do something so advantageous.

Moreover, she knew perfectly well what kind of qualities the emperor possessed.

If this makes Celia unhappy, then it would be her fault.

Upon hearing these words severing the master-disciple relationship, the emperor's breath caught in his throat, as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart tightly.

No... what exactly happened?

He could barely accept the teacher's suggestion to leave the unified empire, since it was just leaving and no mention of not being able to contact the teacher again.

But now…

This undoubtedly shattered all his illusions.

"Is it because of the Emperor's Wine?" The Emperor asked cautiously, suppressing the complex emotions in his heart.

Millie Alder replied calmly:

"I guess so, but that's only one aspect."

“I can tolerate being deceived, because fifty years is a very short time for me.”

"But the one thing I can't tolerate is that there are so many delicious wines in the world, yet I've only set my sights on Emperor's Wine."

She paused for a second, a look of reminiscence crossing her face.

"I have to admit, it was the best wine I've ever tasted in my life, and I'd dedicate my life to it."

"So I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I have to leave here, leave your side."

"Lady Celia is my home."

Although she knew that the red wine belonged to His Holiness the Pope, Celia was close to the Pope.

Once you become a disciple, it's not difficult to drink alcohol if you want to, thanks to that relationship.

Upon hearing this, the emperor's last glimmer of hope was utterly shattered.

Before they even officially clashed, the Imperial Tutor was kidnapped by the enemy, using methods that his side was least proficient in.

Wine... He wanted to see what the best-tasting wine looked like.

Unfortunately, the chance is gone.

He sighed helplessly and slowly sat down, feeling utterly hopeless.

Ronan looked at him strangely.

Fortunately, there was no real affection between the two; it was merely the emperor's wishful thinking. Otherwise, he and Celia would have become estranged.

Sitting in front of the emperor, they began to talk about the Church of the Goddess. The emperor was not interested and gave reluctant responses, showing no interest in discussing the matter.

The emperor gradually came to his senses when the topic of promoting magic came up.

He raised his eyes, instinctively wanting to ask the teacher for advice, but…

Noticing the teacher's gaze, which seemed to regard him as a stranger, the emperor swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

He sighed, his tone wistful:

"May I ask Your Holiness, is the promotion of magic your intention or the goddess's?"

“I have no objection to creating a magic association. It can effectively resist the invasion of monsters. However… where will the magic come from?”

"And how can I ensure that the emergence of the Magic Association will not threaten the security of the Empire?"

“I have a responsibility to my subjects.”

The Church of the Goddess can still be trusted because the Goddess is portrayed as merciful in the doctrine, which is why they were allowed to establish their headquarters in the royal city.

But the Magic Association is different; it's a private organization. What if its master, either Celia or Ronan, wants to overthrow the empire?

At that time, a wave of the hand will summon hundreds of magicians, which will be easy to do.

If he makes such a hasty decision, he is unworthy of being an emperor.

Ronan was aware of his concerns and wanted to gently dispel his doubts.

But then, Miliealde suddenly remembered something and spoke up, seemingly unintentionally:

“Your Majesty, you are overthinking it. He is the Pope and possesses supreme power. If he wanted to overthrow the empire, there would be no need for such trouble.”

"On the contrary, your disagreement is the greatest threat to the empire."

"Furthermore, Lady Celie is also very strong. You may not have heard of her, but she was born in the age of mythology."

"This alone proves her strength."

Upon hearing this, the emperor's expression turned strange, and the words he was about to utter were swallowed back down.

No, you, who used to be my teacher, are now threatening me?

Even though the emperor was incredibly young, he understood the meaning behind those words.

And so, I felt like I had swallowed a fly.

It was both painful and unbearable.

……

Silence filled the air, and the emperor's eyes held an indescribable strangeness as he stared intently at Ronan.

He really wanted to ask his teacher if he had been brainwashed, otherwise there was no reason for the teacher to treat him like this.

Even if fifty years is extremely short, even if the relationship between master and disciple is just wishful thinking on their part.

But surely it doesn't have to be this cold-blooded and ruthless?

Furthermore, what exactly does the teacher mean by "supreme power" that he just mentioned?

The emperor took a deep breath, and some absurd and exaggerated thoughts exploded in his mind like fireworks.

He composed himself, looked at Ronan, and though somewhat reluctant, cautiously asked:

"Your Holiness the Pope, may I request that you demonstrate your power?"

"It'll allow me to finally give up."

He knew in his heart that his teacher's strength was unfathomable; otherwise, he would not have been able to guard the empire for fifty years.

However, he couldn't think of any specific reason why such a powerful teacher would speak so frankly about the existence of supreme power.

God can't actually exist, right?

then.