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

"But who can truly understand the affairs between the gods?"

"He is very likely..."

At this point, Márquez suddenly noticed the omnipresent gaze and coughed twice, interrupting himself.

At the same time, lower your body.

"In short, kid, that's all I can say. Whatever the hidden story may be, it's not something we 'people' can interfere with."

"I advise you to give up the idea of ​​exploring these things, because even if you know them, it will not be of any benefit and may even cause trouble for yourself."

These words had an alarmist tone, and Ronan listened thoughtfully, lowering his head and remaining silent.

Wedding attire... he hadn't thought about that.

But upon closer reflection, it's not impossible; no wonder…

……

After his leisurely stroll through the Heavenly Kingdom, Ronan returned to the goddess's presence.

At this moment, the goddess was sitting on a bench, a gentle smile on her face, her gaze tender as she looked at him:

"So? What do you think of the world I created?"

“I saw everything you did just now.”

"I didn't expect you to be interested in my name and my past."

"That's what I like most about you humans: your fearless thirst for knowledge and your boundless courage."

"However…"

At this point, the goddess paused, her smile fading slightly. "I'm sorry, I can't tell you."

Ronan remained silent, as expected; this was also why he had visited the popes first.

Actions need to be packaged to avoid revealing the true purpose.

In response, Ronan looked up and said:

"Heaven is wonderful, but is what that elf said really true?"

"Did you create this world simply because you didn't want to marry other gods? Or is there another reason?"

Upon hearing this, the gentle smile on the goddess's face vanished for a moment, but returned to normal in the blink of an eye.

She gently shook her head: "So what if it is, and so what if it isn't? Even you can't interfere with matters between gods."

Instead of dwelling on these things, we should think about how to better manage the world.

Indeed, while world governance is important, the truth should not be ignored either.

Actually, Ronan had wanted to ask before why the goddess had a veil on her head and wings on her back.

The former is understandable, as it could easily be just decoration, but the latter is clearly a symbol of angels.

Although, in the stories he knew, there were also angels who became gods.

However... the status of angels after they become gods is hard to describe.

Therefore, an arranged marriage is not entirely impossible. This also explains why she lived in anonymity.

Noticing Ronan's probing gaze, the goddess asked again:

"Are you thinking something rude? You don't need to believe Márquez at all; he doesn't know me at all."

"Please follow me now. The passage has been prepared while you were away."

The goddess turned and walked away, glancing at the two of them before decisively changing the subject.

"Do you remember what I said before? Because that world is a bit special, you should be prepared to gain nothing."

"Of course, even so, there is still a certain probability of becoming stronger."

"However, you'll have to find out for yourselves about that."

Ronan snapped out of his thoughts and nodded slightly.

Since the goddess is unwilling to say it explicitly, it's not appropriate to press her for an answer. Having a general direction is enough.

His immediate priority is the adventure at hand; the unknown is what he's looking forward to.

If one knew everything, becoming omniscient and omnipotent, then there would be no point in understanding anything.

He and Celia exchanged a glance, and the two followed behind the goddess in tacit agreement.

Once inside the passage, the goddess seemed to suddenly remember something and added:

"This time I won't send any clones to accompany you."

"Without the existence of the clone, the flow of time in the two worlds may not be the same."

"So you guys... um? Left? Oh well, at your efficiency, you won't be back for long anyway..."

……

"Cough cough..."

As Ronan walked through the passage, the thick dust in the air made him cough.

It was pitch black in front of me; I could see almost nothing.

Only the warm touch of their hands clasped together told him that Celia was behind him.

Finally, Ronan pulled hard, and the two walked out of the passage.

"What's going on?" Celia was also confused by this sudden change.

She shook her head, adjusting to the dim light, and then she could see that she was surrounded by a desolate ruin.

Cold steel lay scattered everywhere, and the air was filled with a suffocating, deathly stillness, as if no one had set foot there for decades.

With a wave of his hand, Ronan swept away the dust, recalling the goddess's earlier words, and gently shook his head, saying:

"I don't know, maybe the goddess teleported us to some ruins."

“Situations that go as smoothly as last time are ultimately rare.”

As he spoke, he prepared to use his omnipotent senses to survey the surrounding environment.

However, just as the magic essence was used, a rather noisy commotion arose outside.

The voice was panicked, urgent, and filled with deep fear. Ronan listened carefully, but couldn't understand it at all.

"Ok?"

Another incident? What a coincidence.

He gave Celia a look, signaling her to come and check on the situation.

However, as soon as I stepped out of the building, I was surrounded by a dense crowd of people, as if they were waiting for me.

"Uh…"

The outside environment was a forest, and the climate was probably springtime. The sound of waves could be faintly heard from not far away.

To Ronan, the people surrounding him were a group of elves.

Their ears are all very pointed, although some of them have a piece missing from their ears, as if they have been eaten by wild animals.

"＃@*?"

The lead elf was slender with dark skin and held a thin sword, making it difficult to tell whether she was male or female at first glance.

However, judging from the slightly protruding breasts, it is probably a woman.

She rattled off a string of words, which sounded like gibberish to Ronan.

"Has the [Language Mastery] failed? Well, that makes sense, since it's a privilege of the Moe King world."

He glanced at Celie, who also had a helpless expression on her face.

Seeing that the two people didn't react to what he said, the dark-skinned elf frowned deeply, as if he had thought of some possibility.

Immediately.

“&*￠€!” she shouted, as if it were an insult.

However, Ronan and Celia remained unresponsive, unaware of the meaning.

Seeing this, the dark-skinned elf nodded slightly, as if he understood everything.

"Take them away!" she gestured to her teammates behind her and said.

"These two guys are probably native to the labyrinth; they can't even understand the common language."

"Although this situation is quite rare, it has happened before in the past."

"Go and report to Her Majesty the Queen. There has been no riot in the labyrinth, nor has anyone become the master of the labyrinth."

Upon hearing this, the elves all breathed a sigh of relief.

As members of the Canary Squad, their mission is to suppress and guard the maze.

Demons dwell within the labyrinth, and these demons corrupt people's hearts, causing them to fall into depravity.

These fallen beings are known as the Lords of the Labyrinth, and they possess the power to alter reality.

When their desires swell to a certain extent, the maze will completely engulf reality.

The world will be destroyed as a result.

With this in mind, some elves stepped forward, holding ropes in their hands, intending to tie Ronan and Seria up.

In their view, even indigenous people, even if they accidentally trespass, have to go through the motions.

After all, the appearance of these two people had really startled them.

however…

"Hmm, Celia, it seems like we're being treated like criminals. What are your thoughts on this?"

Ronan watched the approaching elves, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

"Although we don't know what the thing behind us represents, it must be something quite evil."

The two emerged from a black tower, rusty, covered in moss, twisted and grotesque, exuding an ominous aura.