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

"No one has any ideas? Very well, from this moment on, I declare..."

"Wait, I have an idea."

Just as Celia was about to continue speaking, Vlamé couldn't suppress his impulse and decisively raised his hand.

Everything that happened today seemed too surreal to her, completely beyond her imagination.

She was just out for a short walk, how did she come back to hear such shocking news?

“Master, you are too selfish. Brother Ronan should belong to everyone.”

Her voice was quite young, but anyone could hear the seriousness and dedication in it.

“Selfish?” Celia narrowed her eyes, her gaze fixed on Vlame, eager to see what her apprentice had to say.

No one has given more than her.

Time, magic, emotions—everything except his body—was given to Ronan without reservation.

If this is considered selfish, then what is considered selfless?

Vlame spoke slowly and deliberately, recounting everything he knew.

Because of her young age, she mostly talked about things that are already well-known.

The mainstream marriage systems in society today are monogamy and polygamy.

Commoners are generally the former, because they do not have enough money to support an extra population, but the nobility are different.

In addition, the Demon King's army had previously wreaked havoc, resulting in a significant decrease in the population of some areas.

In order to maintain basic social functioning, marrying multiple wives and having more children became the mainstream practice.

“Heh.” Celia chuckled softly.

She knew that some of her disciples would raise the crucial question of the marriage system.

She just didn't expect that the first person to raise this question would be the young Vlamé.

She squinted and asked slowly:

"So, you want me to share him with someone else? Who is it, you, Matilda, or Frilian, or someone else?"

"Volamey, I like your ambition, but you are too young. Let's talk about it when you're older."

"If you still have this idea when you grow up, then I am very willing to accept your challenge."

"As for you, Matilda, I am very disappointed."

She didn't say those things without a purpose.

Besides wanting to test the mettle of his disciples, he also wanted to see how deep their feelings for Ronan were.

So far, only Vlamé has passed this "test".

She didn't want Ronan to be a burden, a coward who couldn't even express his own feelings...

Although I was like that before, that's all in the past.

Matilda and Vlamé were stunned; they stood there dumbfounded, as if struck by lightning.

“Master, you…” Vlame was about to say something when Celia interrupted him.

"What? Why would I say something like that?"

"What's the big deal? How many years do you think I've lived?"

"Polygamy existed two thousand years ago. Monogamy is something that has become popular in recent years, and I have no opinion on it whatsoever."

"...But Master, you are an elf. I remember that elf society has always been monogamous, hasn't it?"

Vlame scratched his head, his face full of confusion, still not understanding.

Celia crossed her arms and explained:

"Indeed, but that is limited to elves with very low desires, and only between elves."

"Neither side has any desire, so marrying more women wouldn't make a difference. But, is Ronan an elf?"

These words were somewhat blunt, but one had to admit that Celia was right, and Vlamé was speechless for a moment.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and looked at Ronan, who had remained silent, before mustering her courage to ask:

"So, Brother Ronan, what are your thoughts?"

"Although I know that saying this may cause you trouble, I really admire you and want to become someone like you, to be by your side."

Seeing that the topic had suddenly turned to him, Ronan frowned slightly, but was unable to answer Vlamé's feelings for the time being.

Because, putting aside Vlamé's age, his feelings for her had always been those of a brother and sister.

After thinking for a moment, Ronan spoke:

"Let's discuss it later. It's too early to talk about these things now. People change, especially at your age."

“What’s wrong with my age? I’m already nine years old. According to the customs in the northern region, I can get married at twelve.”

"At most three years."

"Three years..." Ronan murmured to himself. If this were in the previous world, five years would be the minimum.

Even so, one wrong move and you could end up in court. Ancient times were definitely more open-minded. But... Ronan shook his head.

This time he didn't say anything more. Seeing this, Vlame pursed her lips, feeling somewhat displeased.

She looked at Celie, who didn't answer, but just smiled faintly.

That smile seemed to be implying to Vlamé that Ronan disagreed, and even he couldn't change that.

"Idiot," Vlame muttered to himself, clenching his fists.

She didn't understand why adults took age so seriously.

Doesn't the teacher look quite young?

Not to mention others, even my mother got married at the age of twelve and had her own child at the age of fourteen.

She didn't see anything wrong with it at all.

Feeling somewhat annoyed, she didn't even realize she had walked to the association's gate.

Ronan and Celia exchanged a glance, sharing their thoughts, before handing Volamere back to Frilian's care.

Whatever her thoughts, everything will have to wait until the future, at least until she turns fourteen.

……

Back at the association, thanks to Celie's careful planning, the debut of the Elf City was quickly achieved.

Due to the sheer power they wielded, even when the empire discovered a new force within its borders, it had no choice but to ignore it.

After all, more than a thousand elves, and over seven hundred mages, already make up more than 90% of the number of mages on the continent today.

It can be said that the empire was already dead in name only in the face of this powerful force.

Although the emperor was determined to save the empire, all his efforts seemed so pale and powerless in the face of this unstoppable trend.

Based on this, Ronan and Celia began to seriously discuss their journey to heaven.

One morning.

Let's go.

……

The far north, the Ende region.

Today, the cold wind howls and snow falls heavily. An elf walks with difficulty in this blizzard.

He had short, military green hair, wore a white cotton coat, and had a very handsome face with well-defined features.

As a monk, Kravote steadfastly upholds his belief in punishing evil and upholding justice.

Having heard that the number of demons had drastically decreased and that there seemed to be a problem in the Demon King's city, I braved the bitter cold and traveled a long distance to come and see for myself.

Huhu.

The wind howled as if it would devour everything; ahead lay a vast expanse of white, and nothing could be seen.

Kraft gripped the pendant around his neck, narrowed his eyes slightly, and pondered that this must be his third time in Enda.

The first time was five hundred years ago, when the goddess distributed the sacred texts.

At that time, he was young and full of vigor, and he was full of curiosity and longing for the existence of God.

Although I am not a believer, I have wanted to find out about the existence of God.

Unfortunately, it ultimately ended in failure.

The second time was five years after his first failure, when he came with a monk friend.

Although that attempt was unsuccessful, it did resolve a major problem halfway through.

But after that adventure, they were also hailed as heroes.

The third time…

"As the saying goes, things don't happen more than three times. If I still don't see the goddess this time, I'm afraid I'll never come again in this lifetime."

Kraft muttered to himself, his voice instantly drowned out by the raging wind.

"The demons... well, there are indeed far fewer of them. I remember this region was fraught with danger four hundred years ago, but now..."

He listened to the wind around him, feeling the deathly silence of the world, and gently shook his head.

I wonder who did it. If I were to run into them, I would definitely have to thank them properly.

Even I haven't killed many demons in the past five hundred years.

With these thoughts in mind, Kraft gradually ventured deeper into the region.

At this moment, the wind and snow around him grew stronger and stronger, as if they were going to bury him completely.

He shrank back, feeling the cold seeping into his clothes, chilling him to the bone.

So he decided to find a place to rest temporarily and avoid the wind and snow.

What they found was astonishing. What they remembered as a small wooden cabin turned out to be a huge villa.