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

She overheard their conversation, frowned, and asked:

"Recently? When exactly?"

She couldn't wait any longer.

Although she had been delayed by some things before, she had never forgotten her original goal.

Milie Alder replied:

"I'm not sure, it will probably take about two months, because that place is currently buried underground."

"To avoid the destruction caused by the use of magic, those humans are digging by hand."

Upon hearing this, Celia was somewhat disappointed, and Ronan, seeing this, said:

"Alright, it's only been two months, it shouldn't be a big deal for you."

"Tell me about the sage Evisch while we have this time."

“I remember you and he were from the same generation.”

Celia raised her head, a hint of reminiscence flashing in her eyes.

She pondered for a moment, exhaled, and while picking up a piece of fish to taste, slowly recounted what had happened in the past.

Ronan listened and nodded.

After a short while, the steamed fish was fully cooked, and a rich aroma filled the air.

Ronan lifted the lid, and steam instantly rose up, blurring his vision.

He gestured for Celia to stop for a moment, and only after he had poured the sauce over her and distributed it to everyone did he signal her to continue.

……

Because the fish was so large, everyone ate at a leisurely pace, so dinner lasted a very long time.

It started at 5 p.m. and didn't end until 10 p.m.

By this time, everyone had left, leaving only Ronan and Celia in the restaurant.

The atmosphere was somewhat tranquil under the dim lighting.

Ronan looked at her:

"Let's go. Is there anything else you haven't told me? About your plan..."

“No more,” Celia shook her head. “The plan has been explained in great detail.”

"I plan to use this exploration to make the Magic Association famous, so that the elven city can come to light."

"I prefer teaching elven magic to humans."

Celia had thought about this more than once, but unfortunately Ronan was human.

Furthermore, he is also a member of the Magic Association.

But now, the human population has reached a certain limit, and it's time to make changes and show ambition.

Ronan thought for a moment and said:

"Yes, I know, and I didn't say I disagreed. I just want to ask you, what do you plan to do after you surface?"

"Your goal is almost achieved, isn't it? After you've accomplished all your goals, will you retire behind the scenes?"

These words seemed to point out a key point. Celia lowered her eyes and said softly, "Perhaps."

This would definitely have been the case in the past.

Without a direction to move forward, one can only stay quietly at home researching magic or teaching students, living the same life as before.

But things are different now.

Ronan's presence left a deep impression on her, whether it was the shared experiences or the intellectual and spiritual impact they had on her, all of which she would never forget.

If it weren't for her pride preventing her from letting go, she might have made a lifelong commitment like those human girls.

That kind of life sounds very interesting.

pity…

She exhaled and looked up:

"Nevertheless, I am not willing to retire into seclusion; I am still young."

"So what if we don't have a goal? We can create new goals."

"Do you remember that world from before? If I have time, I'd like to go back again. And are there any other, more novel worlds?"

“I don’t want to stop here, please, Ronan…”

……

……

Two months have passed in the blink of an eye, and today is the day of departure.

At this moment, Celia is in her room discussing magic with Ronan, while also recounting her own experiences.

Knock knock—just then, a knock sounded on the door, and Milield pushed open the door and came in.

Seeing the two acting so intimately and familiarly, she raised an eyebrow and said:

"Master, the excavation work is now complete. How many people should we take with us?"

Celia raised her head, thought for a moment, and said:

"Bring as many people as you can, preferably all the experts from the association, so that the Unified Empire can witness our strength."

Millie Alder nodded; the teacher's answer was exactly what she had expected.

There are currently five saints in the association: Frilian, herself, her teacher, Ronan, and Minus.

Ronan goes without saying; his strength is immeasurable. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he could level the ruins with a single sword strike even if they were dozens of kilometers away.

He was probably just an observer in this operation.

The main figure is Seria; she is the overall commander and even the core of the operation, intended to demonstrate a stance and revitalize the elves.

"Then, teacher, should we inform the emperor?"

Millie Alde thought for a moment and continued, "To intimidate the Empire, you first need an audience, right?"

"Moreover, the exploration cannot proceed too quickly; those people must feel sufficient pressure."

"Finally, only when you or your master defeats that oppressive force will they be convinced and acknowledge the existence of the elven city."

Indeed, Celia had overlooked this point in her previous plans.

The emperor compromised because of Ronan's existence.

Now that the elves are leading this operation, that previous incident can no longer serve the same purpose.

It must be Celia who creates a miracle that will shock everyone.

Thinking of this, she nodded slightly, indicating that Millie Aldey could handle it as she saw fit; as long as the methods weren't too low-level, she could accept them.

Millie Alde nodded and left, thinking to herself that nothing was better than the dead coming back to life.

The teacher modified the puppet technology back then, and now that so much time has passed, it has become more human-like, which is perfect for making use of.

With a soft creak of the door, the room returned to its usual silence.

Celia let out a silent breath, looked at Ronan, and continued the conversation that had just been interrupted.

Several years ago, she saw her parents because of Yan Huanhua.

Those long-buried memories slightly changed her mindset.

In addition, the disobedience of her disciples and the disparity in their social status made her need someone to confide in to relieve her stress.

Incidentally, this will also allow Ronan to gain some understanding of the past history.

It can be described as a win-win situation.

……

"What...what is that?"

Time passed quickly, and while the saints entered the ruins, the emperor, as an observer, witnessed a horrifying scene from the outside.

A group of dead people disguised as puppets came back to life.

Even the emperor, who had seen many storms, was speechless with astonishment.

Recalling the rumors about the sage Evisch, he immediately felt a surge of urge to flee, turned around, and shouted loudly for the guards.

Because those puppets, after being resurrected, came straight at him in a vast, horde-like mass, like zombies, which was truly terrifying.

Swish swish swish—

Not far away, Vlamé did not follow the others into the ruins.

She stood in a slightly elevated position, quietly observing everything that was happening in front of her.

At this moment, she shook her head gently, like a little adult, and couldn't help but marvel at how her junior sister's methods were becoming more and more sophisticated.

She perfectly inherited her teacher's puppetry skills, and her junior sister's courage has also increased significantly.

The emperor's guards reacted quickly, and armed themselves, they launched an attack on the puppets without hesitation.

However, what is truly disheartening is that these puppets seem to possess an immortal body.

No matter how the guards attacked, even if they were cut in half or beheaded, the puppets could quickly reattach their bodies and continue marching toward the emperor.

"How scary, but it's probably just to scare them. The teacher is really something, acting like a child even though he's such a grown-up."

Vlame muttered to himself, a helpless smile playing on his lips, "However, I won't remind them this time."

Although they had some differences in their philosophies, they shared the same passion for magic.

The addition of elves will undoubtedly bring great benefits to the creation and invention of magic.

Just as she was pondering this, the noise around her gradually increased, pulling her back to reality.

Immediately afterwards, she saw the puppets tie up all the people around the emperor, saying, "Intruders will not be tolerated."

It was only then that those people realized that this was not a simple resurrection of the dead, but rather a clever technique for creating and synthesizing bodies.