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

The next day was Frilian's birthday. Frilian didn't show any obvious reaction to receiving the gift, but Vlame, who was being taken care of by her, showed obvious happiness.

Because she felt that Ronan would definitely not ignore her.

Seeing the expectant look on his face, Ronan thought for a moment and decided to overturn the gift he had previously agreed on, and instead gave him a necklace that symbolized joy and happiness.

Since that incident, time has seemed to fly by as if it had been accelerated.

One day, Ronan received a message from the demons saying that the food magic had been developed and asking him how to handle a batch of newborns.

The demons no longer eat people, but their nature cannot be changed. How to change their nature is the most important thing for the future.

Even if the results are minimal, it's still better than doing nothing.

With these thoughts in mind, Ronan arrived at the island.

……

"Greetings, Your Excellency."

The island is still managed by Solitaire.

Upon seeing Ronan appear, she quickly went forward to greet him and told some of the ugly demons to quickly retreat so as not to disturb the hero's enjoyment.

Along with them came a group of beautiful demon girls. Their heights varied, some tall and slender, others petite and adorable.

However, their clothing was indescribable; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were practically naked.

It can be said that Solitaire has mastered the art of pleasing humans.

Ronan watched this scene unfold, a strange feeling welling up inside him…

He coughed softly twice:

"Stop with the fancy stuff and get back to business. What was the grain yield this quarter, and how many newborn demons were born?"

"Have we fulfilled our responsibilities in raising and educating those newborns?"

Solitaire nodded slightly, gesturing for some of the demon girls to step back, and then invited Ronan into the room:

"Of course, your subordinate has followed your wishes and has done his best to ensure that there is one newborn for every two demons."

"Although those demons cannot understand the emotions of their parents, at least it will not cause subsequent newborns to lose the empathy they have acquired later in life."

The coldness of the demon race is due not only to their genes, but also to a large part of their acquired habits.

The parents abandoned their offspring in the wild, leaving them to fend for themselves.

Demons living under such conditions, even if they possess empathy, will have it gradually eroded and turn into beasts.

Ronan listened silently, and then Solitaire began to bring up the matter of food:

"Regarding grain, the yield is average. Although the magic to accelerate grain growth has been created, and it is now possible to harvest four crops a year, the land limits the harvest."

"If you can get us to the human world, we can definitely increase production several times over."

Ronan waved his hand: "No need, it's fine as it is now. We don't need to feed those humans too much, just enough to keep them from starving."

"Same as always, 70% to me, 20% to the world's granary, and you demons take the remaining 10%."

The world's food supply was established to provide emergency relief, given the diverse ethnic groups and complex food chains we have today.

If any link in the chain breaks down, the entire ecosystem will be in danger of collapsing.

Ronan had to be on guard; it was just something he did on a whim anyway.

However, Solitaire hesitated.

She lowered her head, clasped her hands in front of her, feigning weakness, and said timidly:

"Um, 10%... isn't that a bit too little?"

"Considering that we've put in a lot of effort even if we haven't made any great contributions, we'd be happy to add even 1%."

"The demon population has been increasing in recent years, and 10% is simply not enough to maintain a basic standard of living."

"Not enough?" Ronan raised an eyebrow. That was exactly what he wanted; otherwise, how could he teach the demons a lesson?

Since this creature is currently being raised by me and has no natural enemies, I might as well become their natural enemy.

Just as Ronan was about to say something, Solitaire suddenly gave a wink to a demon girl not far away.

The girl, dressed in a thin, almost transparent gauze dress, moved with cat-like steps, slowly approaching, releasing a faint, ethereal fragrance.

The fragrance was extremely ethereal. Ronan glanced at it and could feel his heart stirring slightly, but it quickly subsided.

"Hormones?" he muttered to himself.

He is currently immune to all forms of mental control, and the only thing that can elicit a reaction from him is his physiological instinct.

"That's interesting, but unfortunately, it's not very useful."

The moment the girl got close, Ronan swung his hand and sent her flying. As she disappeared, his calm voice continued:

"Solidil, your methods are getting more and more boring."

"Besides seduction, are there no other methods?"

Solitaire's lips twitched. Seduction...isn't that enough?

She had done her research carefully beforehand, and the girl's figure perfectly matched the hero's aesthetic.

But now... he truly deserves to be called a hero.

Celia isn't here...

Solitaire let out a long breath and bowed respectfully, saying:

"I'm sorry, please forgive her for taking matters into her own hands."

"This is my dereliction of duty as the Demon King."

"In exchange for my life, I am willing to voluntarily reduce the demon race's quarterly food allowance to 9%."

Because of the increased food production, a 1% reduction is negligible for the demon race.

In Solitaire's view, exchanging that 1% for her own survival, and for the potential weakness of a hero—his "child"—was a very worthwhile move.

—Serlie is very strong, so we need to be prepared for both possibilities.

Unfortunately... this plan failed.

Directly opposite him, Ronan smiled. He knew Solitier's intentions, but he didn't dwell on the topic.

Seeing Ronan's tacit approval, Solitaire breathed a sigh of relief, while silently pondering her next plan.

I absolutely cannot take any more risks.

……

outside the house.

"Cough cough."

The demon girl, who had been knocked away, struggled to her feet, each breath accompanied by excruciating pain.

She coughed twice, spitting out a mouthful of blood, staining the ground crimson.

Tap tap.

A person came over and draped a coat over her shoulders.

look up…

"Feel sorry."

The air was thick with the stench of blood, and the girl's voice was weak and filled with remorse:

“I have disappointed you, Lord Todd.”

Todd is a petite female demon who will be known as the "Saintess of the End" in the future.

She had wheat-colored skin and her hair was braided like ears of wheat.

At this moment, Todd watched as his newly recruited subordinate lay dying, his toes slowly turning to ash, and he couldn't help but sigh softly:

"No need to apologize, this is not your fault."

"Rest in peace. We will avenge you in the future."

The girl knew very well why it was the future, and her gaze gradually became unfocused.

Twenty seconds later, it turned to ashes and disappeared completely.

Seeing this, Todd subconsciously bit his nails, inwardly cursing the hero for being so stubborn, while also thinking that the Demon King was too weak.

Why can't humans just follow their desires? They won't even take the meat that's offered to them... It's really...

"Be patient. Research shows that my curse has begun to spread across this planet. In a little over a thousand years, it will kill all life on this planet."

"At that time, even Celia will not escape death. At worst, we can all perish together."

"But the premise is that I have to live to that time, which is really awful."

Todd rubbed his stomach.

The thought that in order to survive, one must increase food production for humanity fills one with a sense of humiliation.

Her fists clenched and unclenched, her heart filled with resentment.

next second.

She snorted and was about to leave when she suddenly heard a voice from inside the house, which made her freeze on the spot.

"Todd, come in. The hero wants to see you."

"The hero is very pleased with the magic you developed to accelerate food growth and says he will reward you. You..."

Solitaire's voice stopped abruptly, and Todd felt a huge "danger" throbbing above his head.

A reward? What the hell? Is this something a hero would do? It's good enough that there's no exploitation involved.

But... she couldn't refuse.

Take a deep breath and turn around.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and enter the room.