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

Although it's unclear why Celia's attitude changed so quickly, becoming so possessive, like a child throwing a tantrum.

but……

Only children choose A or B.

Own…

……

Are you angry?

After some thought, Ronan ultimately decided against saying, "Only children make choices; adults want it all." The timing wasn't right.

The earlier probing was merely to gauge Celie's attitude.

It wasn't to trigger her emotions.

Of course, not saying it now doesn't mean he won't say it in the future; he hasn't forgotten Frilian.

Although he was a bit cold-hearted, who can say for sure what the future holds?

This isn't modern society; there aren't as many established rules and constraints here.

Directly opposite, listening to Ronan's words, Celia gave a soft snort.

She opened her mouth, intending to forcefully express that she wasn't angry, just a little annoyed.

She was upset that she had poured so much emotion into the relationship, only to have it taken away by others.

However, when those words were about to come out, it was as if something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't say them no matter what.

She knew in her heart that this was an emotion called jealousy, and she was hopelessly trapped in it, but...

"Looks like I guessed right. Do you hate Frilian? Or do you hate it when Frilian is with me?"

Seeing that Celia remained silent for a long time, Ronan's voice continued, interrupting her chaotic thoughts.

Celia lowered her head, biting her lip, and said reluctantly:

"It's not that I dislike her, I just think she's not a good match for you."

"She has no ambition whatsoever. What good is it to bring her along?"

"I'm the one who has spent the most time with you."

"But you..."

At this point, Ronan realized that it was indeed his oversight.

He hadn't expected Celia to be so sensitive.

That's true, we're all living, breathing human beings.

There is no situation where you are obligated to yield.

Ronan nodded slightly:

"So that's what you're upset about. I was just worried that she'd be lonely here."

"Although I have spent a long time with you, she is, after all, the first elf I have ever met."

“We all lived in her house before, so we were practically family, and naturally we had a special status.”

"And what about me?" Celia suddenly looked up.

"Of course you are too."

"So, between her and me, who holds a higher position? Who do you care about more?"

"..."

Oh no, they're after me! Can't they have any normal questions?

Ronan was quite helpless.

He exhaled and said:

"you."

Anyway, Frilian probably won't care about these things, so let's just brush it off for now.

Upon hearing this, Celia was taken aback at first, a hint of surprise flashing in her bright eyes, clearly not expecting Ronan to give such a straightforward answer.

Her mood immediately brightened, and she continued to ask:

"If there were a world where you could only take one person with you, who would you choose?"

"You are still you," Ronan replied as always.

Celia's spirits soared, her eyes shone brighter, and she took a deep breath:

"What if..."

"Alright, Grandma, stop talking." Ronan got scared and reached out to cover Celia's mouth, interrupting her.

Celia whimpered and struggled for a while with her hands, but quickly calmed down.

Because she had completely understood Ronan's attitude.

Even if this is just a perfunctory response, it doesn't matter.

Making a statement is enough.

Chapter 139, Celia Falls for Her: Polygamy vs. Monogamy

Not far away, Millie Alder's expression was somewhat subtle.

She stood there quietly, watching her master being embraced by Ronan, and didn't find it strange at all.

Perhaps they had already gotten used to the subtle, ambiguous atmosphere between them.

The fact that the two of them stared at each other earlier, and that the master didn't struggle now, all proves this point.

"so……"

Millie Alde muttered to herself, "Judging from the current situation, is Master really going to become Master?"

"What exactly did they say? Some kind of magic that transmits information without opening their mouths?"

Filled with doubt, she whispered a question to Minus beside her.

Minus shook her head helplessly, indicating that she didn't know either.

This was the first time she had ever seen her master with such an expression.

She nestled in her master's arms.

A girl.

but……

"If you want to know what they said, it's not difficult, just ask them directly."

"Master might not answer due to his personality, but Grandmaster will say something else."

"But from what I've observed, it's probably something like, 'Do you care about me?'"

"Pity."

"What's a pity?" Miliealde blinked, puzzled.

In her eyes, her master should be very satisfied with Ronan's answer.

Minus gently shook her head. How could her junior sister know that there was another junior sister outside who had always wanted to confess her feelings but had never been able to find an opportunity?

Who would have thought that the master would beat them to it?

If this news gets out, people will definitely be dejected.

She didn't say anything, only thinking that she could keep it a secret for as long as possible.

Seeing that Minus had kept her in suspense and had not answered, Milield could only stand there and wait for a while.

After Ronan released his hands, he quickly walked over to ask what had just happened.

Sure enough, Celia's face flushed red instantly, as if dyed by the sunset, and she looked like she wanted to kill her apprentice.

What would happen if my apprentice saw my vulnerable side?

But it was just a thought, so after offering some words of reassurance, Ronan said:

"It's nothing, we just had a little argument, but it's been resolved now."

"Let's keep going."

Millie Alder also wanted to ask if it was a dispute over their relationship.

But the next second, Celia glared at her with a slightly reproachful look, and she could only swallow the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

That's enough.

Celia thought to herself, if she kept asking, she would lose all face as a master. This time, she had actually taken the initiative herself…

Fortunately, it was his own initiative that allowed him to force out Ronan's attitude.

Otherwise, that ambiguous relationship might continue indefinitely.

She glanced at Ronan thoughtfully, and images began to flash through her mind.

What should we name the baby for the wedding... no, the baby?

One step at a time, one step at a time.

Although she longed to have Ronan all to herself, she knew she was no match for him and couldn't make the decision on the matter, so she could only try to seize the initiative.

In this way, even if Ronan is not satisfied with the status quo, he can still become the biggest and most influential person.

The strong stay strong.

……

“Ache.”

Outside, a fierce wind howled, stirring up dust from the ground, and Matilda couldn't help but sneeze.

She stood on high ground, touched her nose, and had a vague feeling that something bad was about to happen.