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

“Yes, we have them all.” Milsilr nodded.

She seemed to have absolutely no idea what concealment was:

“Your appearance is too suspicious, without any warning, so I hope you can stay for the time being.”

"Of course, it won't be long, since the Tower of Night Cries is still barely functioning."

"Once we have completely conquered and destroyed it, you can leave if you do not encounter any abnormalities."

"As compensation, you may use whatever you need in the compound during this period, as long as it does not violate any principles. I guarantee this with the reputation of the Thor family."

"Do you include elves in what you're talking about?" Ronan asked, glancing sideways.

Milsilr was taken aback, seemingly completely unprepared for Ronan to say such a thing.

But upon closer reflection, there was nothing wrong with it. After a moment's thought, she said, "Including, as long as it doesn't violate principles."

The meaning of these words was quite clear, and Ronan couldn't help but laugh.

To suppress the labyrinth and kill its master, the canary is probably capable of anything.

In their view, apart from the powerful prisoners, the rest are just expendable resources.

Ronan suddenly thought of something interesting.

"Smile, I really don't like your expression, it looks too pessimistic."

"Did you see what Melphine was wearing today?"

"If you see it, you'll keep watching me until I leave, won't you?"

"So, changing into that outfit shouldn't be too difficult for you, right?"

"You said it yourself, I can move things around as I please, including you elves."

Upon hearing this, Milsilr's expression changed slightly.

Although she wanted to say that she was not within the scope of the transfer, because she was already semi-retired, she came to check on things because she was worried about them before she could fully retire.

however……

Thinking of the consequences of refusing and being unable to monitor the situation, she gritted her teeth and could only agree for the time being.

It's just a piece of clothing; after all, I was the one monitoring it.

At that moment, the doll on the ground jumped into her arms, seemingly to soothe her emotions.

……

"Senior, senior, that's ancient magic... Oh! Please leave us a few copies!"

On the third underground level, a group of elven scholars clutched their chests, their faces filled with pain and reluctance, sighing deeply.

They were heartbroken not for any other reason than that Celia was about to empty their collection.

They didn't even spare those ancient magic books that were sealed away.

That was something they had spent decades and endured countless hardships to unearth.

Due to the rules set by the Queen, some books don't even have rubbings.

How could they not be heartbroken that Celia had taken it away like this?

Some scholars turned to the dark-skinned elf for help, hoping that the officer could exert pressure to stop his predecessor's actions.

However, the dark-skinned elf could only shake his head helplessly, indicating that even he was powerless to help.

"Although I don't know what's wrong with the senior, judging from the current situation, she probably found out about what happened yesterday."

The dark-skinned elf frowned, pondering...

"That's why I hate dealing with these old fogies the most; I have absolutely no idea what kind of magic they possess."

"Looks like I'll have to be more careful when holding meetings at the base from now on..."

Not far away, Celia listened to their pleas, curled her lip in disdain, and thought to herself, "This is nothing."

Since Ronan's creations are considered garbage, let's also consider their research as garbage.

Anyway, I'll pack it all up and take it with me.

After tidying up the magic book, she turned her attention to the information about the maze, pondering that Ronan probably needed these things.

What is written on paper is much more detailed and accurate than what someone else describes verbally.

"Wait...wait, those are the only ones that won't do. We still need to hand them over to Her Majesty the Queen!"

Seeing that Celia was about to touch the data, some scholars could no longer tolerate it and quickly spoke up to stop her.

However, Celia looked at them coldly, a hint of chill in her eyes:

"Enough with the noise! ​​Are you saying that my status and my strength are inferior to your Queen?"

That cold gaze alone was enough to send chills down some people's spines, their throats trembling, and they dared not utter a sound.

Seeing this, the dark-skinned elf quickly tried to smooth things over:

"Senior, please don't misunderstand, that's not what they meant."

"So what do they mean?" Celia raised an eyebrow, her tone tinged with displeasure.

"Are you afraid I won't return it, or that I'll destroy the data, or perhaps you're afraid it will be seen by humans?"

The dark-skinned elf fell silent. In truth, all three were true, but could she say it?

I'm afraid if I tell her, I'll have to go see my great-grandmother.

After a moment's thought, she replied:

"They are just worried that the maze data will be leaked, causing global panic."

"The fact that the labyrinth will destroy the world is currently only known within elven society."

"And your friend is tall..."

Celia snorted: "Don't call him a tall man, it's so rude of you."

“Would it kill you to use a respectful term, Melf? Go and tell her what to call her.”

Melf paused for a moment, then reluctantly said "Sir," and told the captain Ronan's name.

Upon hearing this, the dark-skinned elf felt extremely conflicted.

Although I find the name a bit awkward to pronounce, and there's absolutely no need to keep lowering my stance when dealing with a "child".

However, with Celia's threat so close, she could only lower her head and respectfully say:

"Yes, senior, I'm just worried that Lord Ronan might inadvertently leak these things."

"You may have spent a long time with him and trust him unconditionally, but no matter what, the short-lived nature of the species cannot be changed."

These words carry a sense of sweeping generalization, reflecting the prejudice of the elves of this world against humans, where youth is seen as an original sin.

However, Celia didn't care: "Short-lived? Arrogant fellow."

She crossed her arms, her eyes filled with disdain.

"Now I finally understand why you would say such things."

"As expected, you all deserve a lesson to avoid making a fool of yourselves."

"Come here and help me pack up these documents. Don't leave a single one behind."

Too lazy to waste any more words, Celia felt that no amount of talking could compare to experiencing the pain firsthand.

They were afraid that I would take the data with me, so I took it all with me.

Only in this way can they be cautious in their words and actions and dare not offend the powerful again.

……

After some time, the underground space was emptied.

The scholars were deeply conflicted and in great pain.

However, people must always be responsible for their actions and words.

As soon as Ronan returned from outside, he saw the room full of books.

Celia was sitting in the center of the book, her fair fingers carefully counting something.

Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned around and a gentle smile appeared on her face:

"You're back? Look what good stuff I've gotten."

"All the information about the labyrinth and some brand-new magic are here, including some that are comparable to legendary ones."

Ronan stepped forward, took the book from Celia, glanced at it, and nodded slightly.

Indeed, the magic that can maintain a constant perceived temperature is truly legendary in terms of "constancy".

In addition, there are enhancement spells such as sensory enhancement, the purpose of which is unknown.

If one's sense of taste is enhanced... well, that would be nice.

He looked up at Celia and asked, "Did you get all of these from those scholars?"

"How can you call it a knock? This is compensation they should give you. Who told them to belittle your research?"

Celia crossed her arms in protest, and then shoved a few more books at Ronan.

"Learn it as soon as possible; it's essentially about using tiny sprites to cast spells."

"Once we're familiar with it, we can use it to create magic for our world."

"Speaking of which, how much do you know about mazes? I know them inside and out."

"The current state of the Tower of Night Cries and the rules that permeate it."

"I think we can catch a demon and play with it."

Celia was not afraid of demons, nor was Ronan.

Because their desires are few and far between, and they can achieve them using only their own strength.

Recalling his conversation with Milsilr, Ronan pondered for a moment and then nodded:

"Catch a demon? Not a bad idea, but as far as I know, the demon in the Tower of Night Howls is dying. Are you sure you want to choose it?"