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

"It definitely exists, and even if it doesn't, it's definitely related to demons, or at the very least, some kind of ancient magic. I can't be wrong!"

Ancient magic, like demons, was considered taboo.

She had previously put a lot of effort into magic in order to win over the count's youngest son.

She was absolutely confident in this matter.

However….

When the two came downstairs and knocked on the door, some team members who heard the noise stood guard nearby.

Some were even prepared to attack immediately upon seeing the enemy.

But when they opened the door, they found the room peaceful and serene.

Ronan and Celia sat cross-legged on the bed, chatting face to face, without the slightest hint of tension, let alone danger.

Looking to the side, the calendar was hanging perfectly intact on the wall, with no burn marks on the bottom.

"this…"

Melf was stunned. This shouldn't be the case. The demon's mental fortitude was so good, which was completely different from what she had heard.

And how can it even change environments that aren't mazes?

"Melve".

The dark-skinned elf's stern voice suddenly rang out in the quiet environment, causing Melf to shudder and her body to tense instantly.

"Yes!"

He was about to ask the captain how he should be dealt with, and whether he could be given a lighter punishment since he had not caused any impact.

She knew she was wrong; whether or not these two were the masters of the labyrinth, she had acted rashly.

At that moment, Ronan and Celia looked over.

The dark-skinned elf paused for a moment, remembering that the two did not understand her language, and slowly said:

"You're good. From now on, serve them unconditionally and don't even think about getting away with it."

"You should know what the sin of fabricating evil lies and spreading panic is."

She thought to herself that regardless of whether these two were the masters of the labyrinth, this incident would provide an opportunity to get closer to the truth.

Even if Melfie dies, it doesn't matter, since it was her mistake.

If they didn't die... that would be a pleasant surprise, beneficial to the entire team.

Although Melf was reluctant, with an expression that looked worse than crying, she had no choice but to accept it at that moment.

Sigh... What a tragedy.

Clearly…

……

"Um... you two, was my strength appropriate? Oh, I forgot you can't understand me."

"Sigh, are you really the masters of the labyrinth? At least let me give up..."

Inside the room, Melf knelt on the bed, muttering to herself.

As she massaged their shoulders, she pondered how to proceed with the teaching of the common language.

Following the incident, the teacher originally scheduled to teach Celia has been cancelled.

The burden fell on his shoulders alone.

Melf understood this approach; it was simply sacrificing the individual for the greater good, but it was still a bit too terrible.

It felt as if I had been abandoned.

Loneliness overwhelmed her.

"Waaah, I want to go home. Why did this have to happen to me?"

A wave of sadness washed over her, and she couldn't help but regret her past actions.

She just likes handsome guys, what's wrong with that?

Unfortunately, it was all too late.

Just as Melphine was immersed in grief, Ronan and Celia in front of her heard her faint sobs.

Before they could figure out what had happened, two books quietly appeared before them.

Melf gently wiped away the tears on her face, pointed to the book, and gestured for the two of them to open it.

She then took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, and prepared to begin teaching the common language.

Now that things have come to this, there's no use in regretting it; we can only grit our teeth and complete the task.

……

"Hey, Celia, what do you think about me creating a magic system that can master all languages?"

Is it theoretically possible?

Looking at the book, Ronan flipped through it and realized it was something like a literacy book.

God knows he's so old this year, why does he still need to learn this?

However, it must be admitted that without those portable time-travel cheat codes, language barriers are indeed a major obstacle.

Seria glanced down as well, her face expressionless, and slowly said:

“Great. I don’t know if it’s theoretically possible, but I think you can definitely succeed.”

"But then again, the goddess should have the ability to help us master the language of this other world, right?"

Selena's trust greatly pleased Ronan. After thinking for a moment, he said:

"Indeed, perhaps it's to prevent us from getting something for nothing. After all, she's a goddess. If we have to bother her with something as trivial as language, then she'll really become a babysitter."

Seria nodded slightly after hearing this, and her doubts were somewhat relieved.

So she began to seriously discuss the details of language magic with Ronan.

However, just in case, she spent some of her free time learning Common Tongue from Melf.

"Hello, May... El... Fu."

When Celia uttered those few syllables in an extremely awkward tone, Melf's face immediately lit up with joy.

Her outstretched finger trembled in mid-air, her eyes filled with excitement:

"Yes, yes, that's it."

She secretly admired her senior, who had mastered the meaning of some words in less than two hours.

If things continue like this, learning the common language will only take a week at most.

Compared to that tall person…

Melf watched Ronan scribbling on the paper, seemingly only glancing at the literacy book before giving up, and felt a complex mix of emotions.

Firstly, if the other party is uncooperative, she cannot force them to cooperate.

Secondly, what was being written seemed very important, because even seniors would occasionally chime in with their opinions.

If I disturb them, I don't know if I can leave the room alive, but the captain will definitely not let me off the hook.

Exhaling and turning her gaze away, Melf picked up a plump grape and popped it into Seria's mouth, signaling her to continue learning.

Now she keeps her identity and mission firmly in mind, and only by attaching herself to the powerful figures of her predecessors can she ensure her safety.

Celia accepted all of this as a matter of course, because in the previous world, most of her disciples were at odds with her.

It's rare to find someone taking such meticulous care of me these days, so I might as well take advantage of it.

"Ugh."

Chewing on the grapes, and thinking about this, Celia couldn't help but sigh softly at the difference in their circumstances.

She couldn't help but think that if Ronan could treat her like that someday, that would be wonderful.

Unfortunately, she thought it was unlikely.

The reality should be the opposite, because ability determines everything, and for now, we can only learn by experiencing it firsthand.

……

That night, after a day of serving, Melf left their room with a sense of relief.

As mentioned this morning, Celia is unwilling to be separated from Ronan.

Although this situation implies a close relationship between the two, it at least makes Melf feel a little more at ease.

"Keep up the good work, Melfie. Even a maid can achieve great things."

"As long as that senior can never leave me again, that's enough."

Melf silently cheered herself on.

She was still thinking about whether she should change into a pretty maid outfit tomorrow to make a better impression on Celie.

However, before she could make a decision, she suddenly felt dizzy.

They were pulled into a dimly lit room and questioned by the captain about everything that had happened that day.

She sat in the chair, feeling a little nervous, but still honestly confessed.

When the dark-skinned elf heard that Ronan had been writing and drawing all day, his brows furrowed tightly.

"What is he writing? Did you see it?"

That's a bit arrogant of them, actually doing something like that right in front of them.

Isn't it obvious on the surface that what's written down is very important?

Melfie was well aware of this as well.

So she honestly answered that she had seen it, and that she had secretly memorized some of it while she was in Celia's bathroom.

However, because the world is different, those words and pictures seem like scribbles to them, completely incomprehensible.

"What is this? A magic circle? What kind of tiny sprites can it command?" The dark-skinned elf asked, his brows furrowed as he looked at the contents of the paper.