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

This is not bad; it's much better than those sinners like myself.

She straightened her chest, gave a command, and turned to leave.

Bang. The door slammed shut.

The dark-skinned elf sat quietly at his desk, his gaze fixed on a document laid out in front of him, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

I wonder when I'll be able to fully conquer the Tower of Night Cries.

Da da da.

She tapped the table lightly, gazing out the window as she murmured to herself:

"The Lord of the Labyrinth loses all power after leaving the labyrinth, but judging from the performance of those two today, they should not be the Lord of the Labyrinth."

"So, who is the true owner of this Night Cry Tower? Sigh, this is troublesome. I hope reinforcements can arrive in time."

"The goblins to the east are making a fuss again, claiming the tower as theirs. I wonder if any senior could lend a hand..."

Although Celia's appearance is quite different from the slender traditional elves, her pointed ears and haughty disdain are undeniable.

These unique qualities are something that short-lived species can never learn.

In addition... the sheer force that could make someone kneel down and not get up, simply by virtue of their aura.

To put it bluntly, her strength is definitely above that of the Queen.

We must win them over, even if it's for the sake of world security.

"Hmm, I wonder what senior likes, and what his relationship is with that tall man. I hope I'm wrong."

"How could elves thousands of years old be with humans? To them, humans are probably no different from babies..."

……

"Why can't elves be with humans? That's prejudice!"

In the other room, Celia saw a sign that forbade elves from falling in love with humans.

If you ask her how she understood it, she explained that it had all been clearly turned into icons and pasted on the wall.

One side has pointed ears, the other side has a person, and in the middle is a heart with a big X on it.

It was as if it were warning every spirit that saw it.

Seeing this, Ronan sat on the edge of the bed, waved his hand, and signaled to Seria to calm down for the time being:

"Don't worry, this is probably the rule of this world. It has nothing to do with you. They can't possibly force you, can they?"

"I know, but I always feel like they're provoking me, otherwise there's no reason for them to put us in this room."

Even so, Ronan shook his head, "Maybe every room has one."

He gestured for Celia to sit down temporarily so that they could review what had happened and gather the information.

"This world has advanced technology, with light bulbs and electricity, but its social system and architectural style remain in the Middle Ages."

“Seria, you should have sensed the magic they possess by now.”

"Very weak. The strongest one in the vicinity is only at the level of two hundred years old."

Two hundred years of magical power is not actually too weak, but compared to them, it is indeed insignificant.

However, the possibility that powerful beings may be living in seclusion, or that special creatures may exist, cannot be ruled out.

Celia nodded and shared her discovery:

"There's something wrong with the air in this world. I sense that there are some special life forms."

"I can't determine what these life forms are right now, but they seem to be related to magic."

"I can use magic to manipulate those lives, which in turn greatly enhances the power of magic."

"An upgrade?" Ronan pondered for a moment, then snapped his fingers. Snap! The calendar not far away burst into flames. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed so.

The temperature has increased by about 30%, which is no small number.

You have to understand that at his level, his magical abilities and other aspects have already been trained to the limit, and it would be difficult to go any further even with the help of cheat codes.

In this world, success comes easily.

Indeed, every world has its own unique characteristics.

I then experimented with other spells.

With a creak, the door to the room was slowly pushed open, and a female elf walked in.

As soon as she stepped into the room, she smelled a burnt odor in the air and couldn't help but frown.

Then, her gaze fell on the dark marks hanging on the wall, and a clear look of confusion appeared on her face.

"??"

Not right.

To ensure the safety of the base, all rooms are inscribed with symbols prohibiting the use of magic, as some criminals enjoy conducting dangerous experiments.

As long as they are cut off from the tiny sprites in the air, even the most powerful magicians will become as powerless as mortals here.

And now…

The female elf… no, Melf looked at the two people sitting together in the room, inhaling as she pointed to the calendar:

"Did you make this, senior?"

Her gaze was fixed on Celie; in her eyes, only her senior possessed this ability.

However, she forgot about the language barrier.

However, just from her gesture, Ronan and Celia understood what was going on.

Celia glanced at Ronan: "What's this guy talking about? Is he accusing you of burning their calendar?"

"That's so stingy."

“Who knows?” Ronan shook his head, and with a thought, an identical calendar appeared out of thin air.

He casually tossed it over, signaling Melf to hang it up again.

Melf took it instinctively.

Then, looking at the calendar in her hand, she froze on the spot.

This...this is...

As if struck by lightning, her pupils dilated, and she felt as if she were hallucinating.

Did that tall person just materialize out of thin air?

What's going on?! Her breath caught in her throat as she couldn't help but think of the demon in the labyrinth.

Because... in theory, only a demon can create something from nothing.

Where did they find these two?

at once.

A chill ran down my spine, and my previous excitement instantly froze.

pat.

"Excuse me, farewell."

She tossed aside the calendar, slammed the door shut, and then the sound of hurried footsteps abruptly stopped.

After a long silence, the door opened.

A small, fair hand cautiously reached in, quickly took the calendar from the ground, and then resumed its frantic running.

"Oh no, Captain!"

All of this happened so suddenly that Ronan and Celia couldn't help but exchange a glance, their eyes revealing a strange expression.

……

The office was quiet, but it was soon broken by a gasp.

"No...something terrible has happened!" Melf rushed in without regard for rank, telling her superior everything she had just witnessed.

The dark-skinned elf sat in his office chair, speechless for a moment.

a long time.

Sensing the movement below, he tapped on the table and said:

"You mean, that tall man is harboring a demon?"

Even jokes have their limits.

"What did I tell you before?"

"The demon cannot leave the labyrinth."

Do you take our seal for granted?

She reached for the calendar on the table, flipped through it, and then slammed it down on the table.

Snapped.

The sudden noise startled Melf, her body trembled slightly, and she immediately said:

"No, no, I really saw it."

“He used magic in the room we arranged, and this thing was created by him using demonic power.”

"You have to believe me, Captain!"

I believe... if you could give her a better reason, she might believe you.

Although it's unclear why Melf said that, it's likely because she wanted to be alone with that tall man.

After all, once someone is involved with a demon, regardless of whether they are the master of the labyrinth, they will be imprisoned for life.

But this is not a reason to fabricate stories.

Her expression turned slightly cold. She slowly stood up, walked to Melf, and said, word by word:

"Alright, let me see if he has any demons on him. If not..."