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

The next morning.

"morning."

Celia rubbed her sleepy eyes, her voice still a little languid, and greeted Ronan.

Because the environment was quite unfamiliar, her sleep quality was not very good.

He shook his head, used a wake-up spell, and finally felt a little more alert.

After getting up and washing up, Melf gently pushed open the door and came in.

She was different today than yesterday; she had specially changed into a black and white maid outfit and looked very proper.

She walked up to Ronan with breakfast in her hands, her eyes seeming to ask where her senior had gone.

Ronan glanced at the breakfast, pointed to the bathroom, and then…

"Huh?"

Melfie stared wide-eyed at Ronan as if he were magic, her face filled with shock.

Is it... that you're not even going to act anymore? Yesterday, I might have misread it, but what about now?

She wanted to escape and report the incident to the captain, but after thinking about it, she held back.

She forced a smile, wanting to ask Ronan what exactly was going on.

If she is guilty, she should be judged by the Queen, not treated like a clown and made a fool of.

"The breakfast here is really bad."

Just as she was about to speak, Ronan interrupted her.

"Bread and salad are not nutritionally balanced at all. No wonder you elves are so slim."

He prefers a chubby feel to a slim figure; it's not only comfortable to touch, but also nice to hug…

In short, he never mistreated Celia in this respect.

Melf was speechless, taken aback by the sudden words.

Before she could refute, Celia came out of the bathroom.

"You've arrived."

She walked up to the two of them, glanced at what Melf was holding, and sure enough, immediately showed a look of disgust.

She reached out and took one of the sandwiches from Ronan, then took a sip of her milk, and said as she ate:

"What do you need me for? If you're here to deliver breakfast, let me give you some advice: don't do it anymore. I don't like vegetarian food."

"And lunch and dinner, you just need to send fruit every day, I like grapes and pomegranates."

Melf remained silent.

She silently memorized the grapes and pomegranates, while wondering why her elders would ignore the creations of this tall man.

This is clearly a taboo.

Even the ancient elves should know this.

Although I wanted to remind them, what came out of my mouth was:

"Yes, I understand. About fruit... Hmm, wait, how come you speak the common language so fluently after just one night?"

Only then did she realize her blind spot, looking at Celia and Ronan with surprise, "And, this tall man..."

"What tall man? He has a name. Speak properly," Celia said, tapping her head with displeasure.

"It's just a common language. For us, learning it is as simple as eating and drinking. There's no need to make a fuss about it."

“My name is Celia, and this is Ronan. Now, say it again.”

“…” After Melphine changed her form of address, Celia continued:

"Where are all the scholars in your base? I have some things I need to discuss with them. Take me to them."

"And what about the magic you possess? How many books of magic are there in total?"

Seria's topic changed abruptly, startling Melphine. A scholar?

Magic is fine, but...

Although she didn't quite understand why her senior had sought out those people, Melf, for her own safety, still lowered her head and said slowly:

"Reporting to Senior, they are currently conducting research on the maze on the third underground level. My authority is not sufficient to go there; I need to find the captain."

"As for magic... we have a total of thirty books here."

"Thirty books?" Celia narrowed her eyes and frowned slightly. That was far too few.

However, considering the differences in the magic systems of the two worlds, more or less is normal, and the effect will depend on the results.

She nodded:

"Take me there. Go find your captain first. You will stay by my side today and are not allowed to run away without my orders."

"Your job of teaching us the common language is over, so from now on, you are my personal maid."

"Did you understand?"

The main concern was that this guy might make unwanted advances towards Ronan after he left.

Big breasts, a maid outfit—no man could resist her.

You can wear it yourself, as long as no outsiders see it.

"Uh……"

Seria's sudden order made Melphine both happy and a little troubled.

The opportunity to steal intelligence during the two's study breaks was gone.

Although I've managed to latch onto a senior's coattails, what if I can't get the information...?

"What, you don't want to?"

A cold, rhetorical question interrupted her thoughts. Melf gritted her teeth, sensing something was wrong, and immediately replied:

"Yes, yes, it is my honor to serve you, senior. Let's set off now!"

After putting down her cutlery, Melf turned around and walked straight out the door, not even bothering with the task of building rapport through casual conversation that morning.

Time is too tight, we can only rely on the captain's clever mind.

I don't know what the senior wanted to do with those scholars, but I hope... it's not a bad thing.

Bang! The door was gently closed. Ronan was left in the room, feeling a sense of helplessness, especially since it was so early in the morning.

I hope...it won't be too harsh.

……

After breakfast, Ronan left the room to go for a walk outside.

However, because they were being watched, someone would follow them in the shadows every time they went out.

This time, Ronan directly found that guy.

He walked straight toward the bushes.

"Yes, it's you. Stop hiding it."

"Tell me about the maze. You don't want us to stay here and eat and drink for free, do you?"

Perhaps sensing that they had been discovered, a female elf's voice slowly rang out from ahead:

"Actually, we feel more at ease knowing you've been staying here all this time."

Stop in your tracks, and a woman with downcast eyes and khaki hair emerges from the bushes.

She was wearing a blue sleeveless bodycon dress, revealing her fair, pinkish-white skin. She had one hand wrapped around her shoulder and looked a little downcast.

A doll followed behind her, hugging her calf, which was covered with faint scars, making its distinctive features clear.

Ronan narrowed his eyes and recognized her at a glance; she was the elf with two hundred years of magic power.

He is the strongest in this area.

"Nice to meet you. I am Milciriel of the Thor family. This is my real name."

Milsilr bowed slightly and looked up, saying, "I came to check on the situation at the Tower of Night Cries because I was worried about it."

"Are you interested in the maze? Let's talk as we walk. The Tower of Night Cry was sealed by me and a group of team members back then."

"The time was fifty years ago, and no one knows them better than me."

Although his voice sounded rather melancholic, he was still quite talkative. Ronan nodded slightly.

"Let's talk about ten dollars first. I want to know, what is the demon in this world?"

……

……

Later, Ronan learned that the demons came from another dimension outside the world, and he paused in his tracks as he turned to walk forward.

—An object from outer space?

Indeed, the world is far more complex than it appears on the surface.

He glanced sideways and asked:

"So, your mission as canaries is to suppress these demons from another dimension?"

"Why were beings capable of destroying the world so easily suppressed by you?"

Milsilr nodded slightly and calmly replied:

"This is because those demons themselves don't have any real power."

"They can only destroy the world by exploiting the desires of the Labyrinth Lord, so as long as the Labyrinth Lord is killed in advance, everything will fall apart on its own."

"I see." Ronan stroked his chin, speaking without any politeness.

"So, the reason you're following me is because you suspect me, then what about Celia?"

"You sent that maid because you suspect her?"