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

The person in charge nodded quickly.

Ronan left the shore and pondered where to go next.

After thinking for a moment, he went to the cotton field, which was in the middle of the cotton harvest season.

A group of demons were busy at work; years of sunshine had darkened their skin. Ronan stroked his chin and didn't approach.

Later, he left some fried chicken and watermelon and quietly left.

……

This is our dinner tonight.

Ronan approached Celia, took out the large fish, and gently patted it.

At this moment, Celia was almost unchanged from three years ago, still with that aloof appearance, only her indifference had lessened.

When she saw the large fish, she was slightly startled at first, then said thoughtfully:

"You caught it?"

Because Ronan has spent a lot of time at sea over the years, Celia has also tasted many kinds of fish delicacies.

But this was the first time she had ever seen this fish.

Ronan nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips:

"I guess so. Anyway, they walked right into my 'fish hook,' so why not take advantage of it?"

"Let's invite Frilian and the others over tonight. This fish is so big, the two of us can't finish it by ourselves."

Indeed, Celia wholeheartedly agreed.

So, they contacted Vlame and asked her to bring Frillie and the others to the Magic Association.

Then, he started talking to Ronan about the demon race.

She sat down in the chair, crossed her legs, and her fair little feet swung gently:

"So, how did they react when you went there?"

"Is that Solitaire still after you?"

As soon as Celie spoke, Ronan involuntarily conjured up images of her.

Upon seeing Ronan's expression, she immediately understood what was going on.

He hummed softly.

"I knew it, those demons have always been shameless."

"You'd better not go there yourself in the future. Let me go instead, so that there won't be any seeds left behind and you won't be able to bring yourself to do it."

"Ahem." Ronan coughed lightly, regaining his composure. "In your eyes, am I the kind of person who lacks self-control?"

"It's just seduction, a petty trick."

"Oh."

Celia let out a cold laugh; she knew, of course, that Ronan had composure.

But who knows what ruthless things the demons might do to escape their predicament?

If something really happens then, it will be too late.

Thinking of this, Celia jumped off the chair.

Thud—her feet lightly touched the ground as she strode up to Ronan, her gaze fixed intently on him.

The two locked eyes, and the atmosphere became subtle at that moment.

"you…"

Ronan's lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

But just then, a portal suddenly opened, and an untimely voice rang out:

"Master, what are you doing?"

It turns out it was Vlamé.

Seeing the two looking at each other, she assumed they were arguing and quickly stepped forward to separate them, solemnly instructing them:

"Can't we talk things out? There's no need to fight..."

He rambled on and on, but in short, it was the disciple lecturing his master.

Ronan coughed twice:

“It’s alright, Vlame. It wasn’t a fight. She just had something she wanted to tell me.”

After he finished speaking, he looked at Celia again.

Celia noticed Ronan's gaze and crossed her arms.

"Everything's alright now. Let's prepare dinner. Remember what I just said, Ronan."

Actually, she was trying to gauge Ronan's attitude by making eye contact with him.

She remembered reading in some books that you could glean a man's true feelings from his expression by looking into his eyes for a few dozen seconds, but unfortunately, Vlamé interrupted her.

Fortunately, there will be many more opportunities like this in the future, so she's not in a hurry. However...

After listening to their conversation, Vlame was somewhat puzzled, but felt as if he had done something wrong.

Seeing her master's cold gaze fixed on her, she swallowed hard, quickly apologized, and ran away without daring to look back.

Seeing this, Celia lowered her arms, gave a cold laugh, and strode off to catch up.

She had to show Vlamed what true masterly authority was today.

Ronan looked at the scene before him and shook his head slightly.

Just then, Milield stepped forward.

Her gaze was somewhat strange as she watched Celia's departing figure, and she said to Ronan:

“Um, Master, although I don’t know what Master said to you, there’s something I want to tell you.”

"You previously asked me to use the power of the unified empire to investigate the original imperial ruins..."

Upon hearing the words "Master," Celia, who was not far away, stumbled.

Here we go again... So much time has passed, and I'm still not gone.

outrageous.

She glanced around slightly, slowed her breathing, and quickened her pace unconsciously...

Chapter 138, Sage Evisch; Older Man is the Best, Jealous Celia

Dinner time.

Soft lighting shone on the dining table, and the warm atmosphere gradually dispelled the previous tension, allowing the relationships between everyone to slowly return to harmony.

Vlame sat at the dining table, rubbing his bottom slightly, his eyes full of grievance, and muttering to himself from time to time.

On the table in front of her was an extremely fresh fish, its scales shimmering with a silvery sheen under the light.

Because it was rare seafood, everyone chose the simplest cooking method to preserve its original flavor as much as possible.

—Sashimi and steamed dishes.

"Let's begin."

They cut off some fish meat, and everyone began to taste it. Discussions arose, and they thought it tasted pretty good.

Millie Alde also picked up her chopsticks, took a small bite, chewed it carefully, and swallowed.

After a moment, she raised her head, looked at Ronan, and slowly said:

"Master, the ruins of the earliest empire and even dynasty have been found."

"According to those scholars, it should be closely related to the legacy of the sage Evie."

"You should know who Evisch is, right? He is the inventor and creator of magical tools and magical devices."

"At the same time, there are also rumors that he developed immortality magic and the resurrection magic of the dead."

"Although it's unclear whether these rumors are true or false, it's still a place well worth exploring."

"When would you like us to take our master with us?"

Ronan ate the fish, his brows furrowing slightly as he fell into deep thought. Millie Alder's words contained a great deal of information.

He nodded and asked:

"In the near future, has the emperor made any demands, such as asking you to return to his side?"

"No, Master, you're overthinking it. He doesn't have the guts."

"However, there is a condition: it only requires making a copy of the unearthed magic."

“No matter what, I was his former teacher. He won’t refuse what I say. He’s probably hoping I’ll change my mind.”

It's really simple, you don't even need to show your face, but...

The emperor's behavior always gave Ronan a sense of déjà vu.

That's too humble, a bit like a simp. Of course, it could also be pure love, but it's not normal.

Are elves really that good? That he would even abandon his dignity as an emperor?

Ronan glanced at Millie Alder unconsciously, and saw that she exuded a mature and intellectual charm in her eyes and brows. Yes, she was indeed very good.

No wonder the emperor, a young man in his twenties, couldn't handle it.

The year of the competition.

"Tsk..."

Thinking about this, Ronan suddenly realized a blind spot.

Because Celia is older than him, even though she looks young...

Just as he was pondering this, Celia looked over.