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

What appears to be a casual introduction is actually a reminder to Ronan.

Because she didn't know what methods Ronan possessed, and in case greed got the better of him... she had to be on guard.

Ronan nodded, took Celia's hand, and walked outside, gesturing for Goatee to follow.

Celia asked in a low voice using telepathy:

"Did you find anything?"

"No, I just thought of some things."

Ronan pondered, "If the goddess created this world, then where was the world she lived in before?"

"Man is born of man's mother, God is born of God's mother, but where do God's parents live?"

"Their bodies and their power could not have been created out of thin air; there must be a source."

"And this source is the possibility that I obtained divine power."

"The humans here have lived with the goddess for hundreds, even thousands of years, so they should know some things."

Celia nodded.

It turned out to be the case.

This is indeed a clue; hopefully, it will yield results.

Chapter 141, The Runaway Goddess, A New World (The End)

"Alberto, how many years have you lived here?"

As Ronan moved away from the temple of the goddess, he suddenly asked the goatee-bearded monk who was leading the way.

According to Kraft's previous statement.

Although the man with the goatee was not among the first group of monks, he was one of the earlier ones.

They are senior figures.

Alberto paused, seemingly pulled back to memories by the sudden question.

He slowly stopped, thought for a moment, and replied:

"More than four hundred and fifty years, or maybe more than four hundred and seventy years, I can't remember."

"Back then, human lifespan was generally shorter, and I only lived to be in my forties."

"May I ask why Your Holiness asks these questions? Are you interested in the lifespan of the soul?"

Ronan wasn't particularly interested, but in order to research the goddess's past, he nodded, his tone somewhat perfunctory:

"Hmm, more or less. I'd like to know how you souls live here."

"Do you need to eat, sleep, and... eliminate waste?"

Alberto smiled gently, a smile that carried a detached indifference: "It's not necessary."

He gave a brief answer.

These days, they have no physiological needs other than sleeping; they can be described as spirits who have abandoned their physical bodies.

As long as the goddess is immortal, they are immortal.

only…

"Although we, as souls, have an almost eternal lifespan, we sometimes suffer from loneliness."

“Kraft, you should be able to understand, and also, Your Holiness, the lady you brought along.”

"Even I've been getting a bit tired of it lately."

"If you hadn't come, I probably could have lasted another five hundred years."

Ronan didn't know why it was five hundred years, but it was probably related to the monks' precepts.

Abstain from alcohol and sex, abandon desires, and even the appetite disappears from your soul.

Unfortunately, this kind of life seems endless, which is terrifying to even think about.

Kraft, standing to the side, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Five hundred years... luckily he arrived ahead of time.

His gaze toward Ronan was filled with even greater gratitude.

With these thoughts in mind, the group continued along the winding path.

Soon, a beautiful garden came into view.

According to Alberto, this was the residence of a group of monks, symbolizing eternity, beauty, and tranquility.

As Ronan entered the garden, his gaze was drawn to several people watering the flowers.

Their faces looked somewhat familiar. Ronan frowned, thought carefully, and finally recognized them as the former Pope and the former Pope before that.

To this day, their portraits are still hanging at headquarters.

"Have we had guests?"

Hearing footsteps and soft conversations behind them, the popes turned around to look.

Their gazes first swept over Alberto, then settled on Ronan.

Because Ronan was a new face, it was easy to tell who was the host and who was the guest.

Then they noticed the pendant Ronan was wearing around his neck, and Celia following behind him.

Upon learning of their relationship, in an instant...

His expression changed abruptly.

……

"I...I...blasphemy! He's blaspheming! How dare the Pope...!"

"Calm down, calm down..."

Ronan left the garden, followed by the angry voices of some old people.

Alberto glanced behind him subconsciously, wiped the sweat from his brow, and thought to himself, "The current Pope is a bit too flamboyant..."

I thought they were partners.

did not expect…

"that…"

Although he knew it was somewhat offensive, Alberto couldn't help but ask.

"Excuse me for being presumptuous, Your Holiness."

"Regarding this Miss Celia... Doesn't Her Majesty have any objections? If I remember correctly..."

“You’re absolutely right.” Ronan knew what he was going to say, so he interrupted him and explained calmly.

“I am not a monk, so the goddess cannot interfere with my private life. You don’t need to take it to heart.”

Alberto had no choice but to accept this fact, though he felt helpless about it.

Having received the answer, he didn't ask any more questions. After calming himself down, he asked Ronan where he was going next.

Then they arrived at the location of the group of scholars.

Ronan suddenly stopped, revealing his true intentions:

"Are there any believers here who lived during the early days of mythology? I have some questions I'd like to ask them."

"The early mythological era?" Alberto raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise on his face. This time span was quite long; even he was unaware of it.

But the goddess's command could not be ignored; Ronan's needs had to be met as much as possible.

So he walked into the place in front of him, which was full of blooming flowers and looked like an open-air library.

When he met the person in charge of the area, he actually found one for him.

"Gabriel García Márquez, one of the elder believers, was an elf who is said to have witnessed the first descent of the goddess and the creation of the monument to her."

"I'm not sure if he meets your requirements, but he is already the oldest soul here."

When Alberto returned, he told Ronan about it.

Ronan nodded in satisfaction.

The Goddess's Monument? That's quite a coincidence.

Let's ask first.

……

Later, by a stream lined with flowers, the two groups of people sat together.

The elf named Marquez was a young man with a casual demeanor and some wrinkles around his eyes.

He stared at Ronan, tapped the table, and asked in a questioning tone:

"You're asking me the name of my goddess? How could I possibly know?"

“Although I have served the goddess for thousands of years, her name is still a secret, and we don’t even know where she came from.”

"It was the same when the Goddess Monument was created; it just appeared suddenly. Why are you asking these questions?"

Ronan sighed inwardly, of course, to determine whether the goddess existed in any of the major pantheons.

Like Athena, Hera, etc.

These names might help him determine which world the goddess was born into, and perhaps then he could find a way to gain divine power, but alas...

He pondered for a moment and said:

"It's nothing, just curiosity. I believe no human being is not curious about the existence of a goddess."

Márquez nodded, putting aside some of his doubts, and slowly said:

"Indeed, curiosity is human nature. The only thing I can tell you is that there may be a hidden story behind the appearance of the goddess."

"He seems reluctant to talk about things before creation, probably because of a power struggle between gods, as I'm sure you've noticed."

"The goddess's attire. It closely resembles a wedding dress, although the overall image symbolizes beauty and purity."