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

"Ruined."

The unpredictable situation, coupled with everyone's lack of understanding of this magic, filled them with despair.

At this moment, they could only place their last hope on the saints who had entered the ruins.

Although some suspect that these items were likely created by the Magic Association.

But then I thought about it again and realized it didn't make sense.

Given the power of the Magic Association, there was absolutely no need for them to stage such a farce.

Who would have thought that this was all for the future of all the elves?

……

"Senior Sister Matilda, when do you think Master and the others will be able to come out?"

Looking at the near-total annihilation of the emperor's soldiers, Vlamé whispered to Matilda beside him, "..."

Does the magic of resurrecting the dead really exist?

At this moment, Matilda was dressed in a black and white church saint's robe, and she looked dignified and elegant.

She touched the goddess necklace hanging around her neck, pondered for a moment, and slowly said:

"It should be between one and two hours, but it won't take more than half a day. With her master by her side, there shouldn't be any problems."

"As for the resurrection of the dead... I have reviewed all of the church's history, but found no trace of it..."

"It's probably because someone has deified the sage Evish, which is quite normal."

"As time goes by, my master may also experience something similar."

"Junior sister, you might be able to do that too."

Matilda has high hopes for Vlamé.

It's not just because of her outstanding talent.

More importantly, it's because of her identity as a human being.

Human lifespan is extremely short; if you don't want to live a mediocre life, you can only keep running forward.

Driven by this pressure, the hope of achieving lasting fame was far greater than that of the elves, and Evish is a prime example.

Vlamé was very pleased to hear this:

"Really? Can I become someone like Ronan?"

She pondered that if that were the case, she could get a little closer to Ronan.

Everything requires struggle, and dreams are no exception. Humans should be together with each other.

Thinking of this, she silently exhaled.

He didn't even pay attention to the encouraging words Matilda whispered in his ear.

……

The place where the soul returns.

While Ronan was on his mission.

The goddess sat on the chair of light, looking at the holy book that was constantly vibrating in her arms, her eyes filled with a hint of helplessness.

A few months ago, Ronan asked her how to open a passage to a new world without the aid of divine power.

The goddess's answer at that time was impossible, because that was the effect of her divine power.

All you need is the ability to manipulate time and space; it's like exploring a primeval forest – if you remember the route, you won't encounter any danger.

But before pioneering... how can you pioneer if you don't even know where the primeval forest is?

"Troublesome. This hero doesn't seem to be giving up until he gets an answer. Human emotions are so fiery; he says he doesn't care..."

The goddess rubbed her temples, recalling Celia's image, and sighed again.

In her view, this might not only be for Celia, but also for Ronan himself.

Because the world has limits.

"This is probably the emotion that humans possess, called ambition..."

The goddess murmured.

Later.

She bit her lip, as if making a great decision, and slowly opened the sacred text:

"I agree, but with one condition."

"As for how to obtain divine power to enhance magical effects and travel between worlds, you have to find that out for yourself; I can't teach you."

"Also, I'm not sure what you'll be able to get in this new world."

"It might be weaker than that world, it might be stronger than that world, or it might just be an ordinary magical world. You have to be prepared to gain nothing."

"If you've figured it out, come find me at the Land of Returning Souls."

"You said you'd come last time, but you didn't..."

These words disappeared one by one from the scripture, and then became voices that echoed in Ronan's mind.

Inside the ruins, Ronan paused, then a look of understanding crossed his face.

The reason I didn't come was because I was waiting for the Flame Illusion Flower to bloom, and after it bloomed, I forgot about it because of some trivial matters.

And now…

Ronan watched as Celie casually killed a monster, but he didn't say anything, deciding to tell her the news after they left.

and also……

“If Vlame finds out, she’ll definitely insist on coming with me.”

"Although bringing her along won't bother anyone, her priority right now is studying, not traveling with us."

"Let's keep it a secret for now and tell her when she's older."

"The coordinates have been set, so we can go anytime."

Ronan nodded, having made up his mind.

As for Frilian…

Since she was past the age of studying, Ronan decided to ask her what she thought, and she replied that she was open to both.

"It will be all right?"

"Yes, I can learn magic anywhere, so it doesn't matter which world I go to."

Frilian's calm tone left Ronan speechless.

It's like going out to eat and asking someone what they want to eat, only to get a "whatever" answer.

Ahead, Celia appeared to be on guard against her surroundings, but in reality, her attention was always focused on Ronan.

Even though the two were using telepathy, she was still able to sense it using the War King's intelligence-stealing ability.

She looked displeased, walked over, and immediately said:

"No."

Just kidding, this was a promise I made to Ronan, something I had asked him to do, even at the cost of my dignity.

Why is Frilian getting involved?

Beside her, Celia's disciples remained silent, their eyes downcast, sensing the rather strange atmosphere.

Even if they didn't know what had happened, seeing their master's expression and hearing those words...

I know she's probably jealous.

Whom are you jealous of?

Frillie?

Minus frowned, and then saw her master and Ronan exchange glances... in reality, they were still using their skills.

Ronan remained silent... until Celia finished speaking, then looked at her calmly:

"Your attitude is strange. I'm asking you, do you really want to act alone with me like this?"

"You wouldn't happen to be...?"

Ronan hesitated, but Celia, as if provoked, immediately retorted:

"No, no, absolutely not."

He shook his head like a rattle drum.

That's interesting, that attitude.

Ronan decided to test the waters:

Are you trying to cover something up?

"In that case, I don't think it'll be a problem for me to bring Frilian along."

"Anyway, leaving her somewhere won't affect you and me acting alone."

That's true, but that's not what Celia wanted.

It's like spending all your savings on a watermelon, intending to enjoy it all by yourself, only to find you have guests when you get home.

Even if the guests don't want to eat melons, the melons are alive, so what if they end up eating them?

"This absolutely cannot be allowed to happen," Celia took a deep breath and looked up, saying:

"I don't know what you're talking about. In short, in the next operation, it's either her or me. That's my answer to you."

"Ronan, you choose."

"..."

The atmosphere was silent, and Ronan looked at her with a strange expression.

Choose? Choose what?