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

Then we saw Ronan slowly draw his sword, the Hero's Sword, and cleave the sky in two with a single strike.

The broken clouds stretched endlessly, and a crack appeared in the azure sky, as if one could see the starry sky outside.

The holy book that Ronan carried with him trembled slightly at this moment, but he casually suppressed it, ignoring it, while the emperor himself was completely unaware of it.

Just because—

……

After a while.

Watching Ronan and his party depart, the emperor lay dejectedly on his wicker chair.

His lifeless eyes reflected the slowly healing "scar" in the sky.

He slightly opened his mouth and whispered into the air:

Can you do it?

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows in the corner.

The person was wearing a black mask that completely covered their face.

As a bodyguard, he always considered himself to be exceptionally strong, invincible in the world, and even capable of crushing battle-hardened demons in terms of combat skills.

However, at this moment, faced with the emperor's question, he could only lower his head, his tone forlorn and regretful:

"I'm sorry, but I cannot do that. It is far beyond the capabilities of humankind."

"Then, in your opinion, is this magic?" the emperor pressed. If it was just magic, he could feel a little relieved.

After all, although it's a bit exaggerated, it's still theoretically achievable.

Perhaps magic that can split the sky really does exist.

but…

"I'm sorry." Although the guard was reluctant to admit it, he did not sense any magic in that sword strike just now.

He lowered his gaze slightly, glanced at the sword at his waist, and sighed softly:

“That was pure sword energy. Although I can also unleash sword energy, I can only cut through steel at most. But the sword energy the Pope wielded…”

"I believe it is best not to make an enemy of them. Even if not for the sake of the old emperor, we should consider your own interests."

Upon hearing this, the emperor gave him a meaningful look, then lowered his eyes and said with a humble expression:

"I know, I'm just wondering why such a master would appear in the human world."

"Is it because he's strong that he caught the goddess's attention, or is it because he was noticed by the goddess that he became strong?"

This question was actually meaningless to the guards.

Regardless of the logical order, the current pope is no match for a unified empire.

All they can do now is submit to the Church of the Goddess and maintain that seemingly precarious balance.

The emperor understood this, so after speaking, he fell silent and did not continue.

He waved his hand, signaling the guards to leave, wanting to be alone.

Only after the figures of the guards disappeared into the shadows did the emperor slowly exhale, thinking to himself that his teacher had probably made the right decision.

I hope we'll have the chance to meet again in the future, and I also hope the Pope won't go too far.

otherwise…

……

"Hey, can you hear me? What are you doing?"

Meanwhile, on his way out of the palace, Ronan suddenly heard a voice coming from inside the Holy Scripture.

The goddess was furious; that sword strike almost cleaved the atmosphere in two.

Fortunately, she did not fall into a deep sleep and repairs were carried out in time; otherwise, the ecological environment might have become unpredictable.

She tried to contact Ronan, who, upon hearing this, subconsciously glanced at Celia and Millie Alde.

Seeing that the two men did not respond to the goddess's voice, they knew that this was a one-way communication between the goddess and themselves.

He remained calm and said indifferently:

"It's nothing, the emperor just wants to see my power."

“They’re all too weak, and there are only humans around, so I can only attack the sky. Is there a problem?”

The problem? The goddess was furious.

In other words, they can't beat them.

otherwise…

She gave a soft hum:

"The problem is serious. Don't do this again. Do you know that repairing the world is a very energy-consuming task?"

"Don't forget, this is your world too."

indeed.

Even if the goddess hadn't mentioned it, he hadn't realized that he also had some authority, though it wasn't very important.

Similar to the difference between a 1% stake and a 51% stake.

But even so.

It is also closely related to one's own good life.

He nodded:

"Okay, I understand. Is there anything else? We'd like to visit the Land of Returning Souls in a while. Would you welcome us?"

This sudden change of topic made the goddess swallow back some of the things she wanted to say.

She thought for a moment and asked:

"Why did you want to come here? You and those girls with you are immortal, aren't you?"

"The place where the souls return is not interesting; there is nothing there but the souls of the dead."

Although the goddess said so, entering heaven was also an experience Ronan had never had before, and he gave this reply truthfully.

At the same time, he continued:

"Your true form is in the Land of Returning Souls, isn't it? I want to see you."

"So far, all I have seen are your clones, and they look exactly like the goddess statue."

"While I don't rule out the possibility that humans could perfectly recreate your image, I'd rather witness it with my own eyes than verify it through a statue."

Upon hearing this, the goddess fell silent, momentarily at a loss for words.

Having curiosity is a good thing, but if curiosity becomes too strong...

"Are you serious? You won't be able to forget me once you see me."

"I told you before, I am a god. Although I also absorb the power of faith, my status is incomparable to that of you humans."

"If you accidentally become one of my faithful followers, don't blame me for not warning you."

Basically, all gods naturally exude a kind of pressure, which is as common as hormones.

Without a certain level of mental resistance, one will involuntarily believe and submit upon seeing it.

The goddess was unaware of Ronan's experiences and actions in the other world, which is why she specifically reminded him.

Ronan didn't take it to heart, thinking to himself that if even gods couldn't be looked at directly, then all that time he had spent developing was for nothing.

Not to mention... the combat power in the world of Moe King is much higher than that in this world, and even the goddess acknowledges this.

So, looking directly at her isn't something that can't be done.

Seeing Ronan's insistence, the goddess didn't know what to say, only saying that she was welcome anytime, and then remained silent.

Clearly, they've gone back to repairing the world.

……

"The matter is settled. Ronan, where do we go next?"

After Ronan finished talking with the goddess, Celia walked ahead and suddenly asked a question.

The bishop accompanying him looked solemn, his face showing a mixture of excitement and reverence; what had just happened was truly shocking.

At that moment, he hurried away, intending to carefully record everything he had seen that day and etch it into the history of the church.

Watching the bishop's departing figure and listening to Celia's words, Ronan's thoughts gradually returned to normal.

He surveyed the medieval-like streetscape around him, pondered for a moment, and slowly said:

"Next, we should start the site selection process. The headquarters of the Magic Association cannot be too remote, nor can it be located in your elven village."

"Why not arrange it next to the church? It's a vacant lot with a wide open space and a very good location."

"Next to?"

Celia raised an eyebrow, touched her chin with one hand, and said thoughtfully,

“Well, that’s true. The Magic Association is currently a niche organization.”

"Having a unified empire as a backing is much more convenient and faster than me having to go through the trouble of recruiting people from all over the place."

After a pause, Celia turned her gaze to Miliaarde, who was standing to the side.

She squinted slightly, as if trying to recall her name.

After a while, he said:

"Now that you have become my disciple, I cannot treat you unfairly in the path of magic."

"I possess almost all the magic that has appeared in human history. You can choose any book as your apprenticeship gift."

"Whether it's anti-magic, spatial magic, or flight magic, don't be polite with me."

"..."

"Huh?!" This seemingly casual tone startled Milieard.