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

Everyone can taste different flavors when eating, including sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty, depending entirely on luck, but sweetness is the most common.

"Uh……"

What kind of fruit is this? It can hardly be considered a fruit. I can understand sweet and sour, but bitter, spicy, and salty...

Despite some resistance, I have to admit that it was a rare experience.

Even if it tastes bad, you have to try it; after all, there's always a first time.

I cut it open, took out a spoon, and took a small bite.

"Hmm? Chocolate flavor?"

The sensory experience was decent; the texture was like chocolate-flavored marshmallows, with a fruity sweetness that cut through the richness. It wasn't exactly delicious, but at least it wasn't terribly bad.

However, Celia on the other side looked troubled.

Ronan took a bite of hers and frowned. The lemon-flavored ice cream tasted... completely random.

"But it's alright." Ronan put down his spoon, feeling somewhat relieved.

Just then, with a creak, Melf walked in carrying two drinks.

She put down her drink and, seeing how relaxed the two of them looked, couldn't help but admire how carefree her senior was.

Just now, she vaguely heard someone coming to arrest her senior.

The time is coming soon.

after all…

……

"Captain Mislen, you've finally arrived."

As evening fell, golden sunlight shone on the sea, and a sailboat slowly approached the harbor of the small island.

Mislen stepped off the ship with heavy steps.

He walked step by step to the dark-skinned elf, his movements direct and decisive, completely ignoring the other's pleasantries and getting straight to the point:

"How is the tower?"

The dark-skinned elf exhaled, unperturbed by the other's indifferent attitude, and said with a hint of melancholy:

"The tower is fine, but the person isn't so good. I'm sure you received the messages I sent you before."

"Forget about the senior, that tall man definitely has the ability to materialize matter."

"At first I thought my men were making things up, but I never expected..."

"You've explored many mazes, do you know what's going on here?"

Although the two held different positions, they were of almost equal status because they both came from prominent families.

Mislen shook his head upon hearing this:

"Having explored many labyrinths doesn't mean I know everything. Did he show any signs of inflated desires?"

"Also, does that senior know about this? If she does, what role did she play in it?"

"Have you investigated this thoroughly?"

The dark-skinned elf hesitated.

The main problem is that there wasn't enough time; besides, they were just reprimanded this morning.

Seeing this, Mislen roughly understood everything.

"Okay, I understand. Please arrange accommodations for us first, and it would be best if I could meet that tall man."

"Once I see him, I'll probably know some things."

The dark-skinned elf nodded, then proceeded to arrange accommodations and dinner. At the same time, she asked what should be done about her senior's matter.

Mislen glanced at her indifferently:

"We will handle this. Even ancestors from a thousand years ago cannot act recklessly."

He didn't specify how to handle it, but there were essentially only two possible outcomes.

I lost, and I won.

Behind.

Patadlu's heart clenched.

……

……

"Tsk, dealing with me? You've got guts. Who are you? What's this guy's name?"

As Mislen reached the shore, Celia quickly sensed what had happened.

While she found it amusing, she also became somewhat interested in the newcomer's courage.

After all, not everyone dares to go against you.

"Knowing that I am powerful, you still dare to make such a decision. It seems you are very confident in your abilities."

"Interesting. Is he a true master, or just all show? Ronan, what do you think? Isn't his total magic power a bit low?"

In Celia's perception, Mislen's magic power had lasted for less than fifty years.

It falls far short of the stats expected of a strong player.

In the room, Ronan put down his book, looked towards the harbor, and nodded:

"It's alright, but the main problem is that the lifespan of elves in this world is too short. Pure-blooded elves can generally only live to be four or five hundred years old."

"Within this limited time, they cannot afford to waste every single second on increasing their magic power."

"On the contrary, half-elf can live for over a thousand years... which is rather rare, even though they cannot reproduce."

"This is probably why it's forbidden for humans to fall in love with elves."

"So, there's no need to worry about him too much."

As Ronan spoke, he couldn't help but think of Milciel, whom he had met before.

As a pure-blooded elf who is not yet two hundred years old, her ability to possess two hundred years of magic power is probably due to the influence of having no friends around her.

Judging from this, the silver-haired man who just came ashore might actually be quite popular.

"But what if he attacks me? Can I fight back?"

Celia tilted her head, feigning ignorance as she asked the question.

Ronan looked at her with a hint of helplessness, understanding that she probably asked the question to gauge his attitude.

At the same time, it's also a reminder to myself to be mentally prepared.

After all, once a counterattack is launched, it will inevitably end with one side retreating.

Thinking of this, Ronan sighed:

"You decide what to do. If the other party is unreasonable, it's okay to kill them."

"If that's not enough to vent my anger, I can revive him and then kill him repeatedly."

"Whatever makes you happy."

"Mmm." Celia nodded in satisfaction, a bright smile spreading across her face.

She was very pleased with Ronan's answer; it made all the feelings and passion she had invested in the past worthwhile.

If Ronan were to say something like, "You can't kill him so easily," she would be very disappointed.

Nearby, Melf, a personal maid, was diligently cleaning with a broom.

Hearing their conversation, he paused, his broom hanging in mid-air, his expression one of surprise.

She felt like she had misheard. Kill... and kill repeatedly? Are these words even human?

They are canaries, state organizations, completely different from the regulatory teams here.

Melf slowly raised her head, intending to subtly inquire about the details.

When she looked up, she saw Celia happily snuggling up to Ronan, her movements like those of a tamed kitten.

"..." I can't understand it at all.

Melf's expression was complicated.

Who can tell her why that arrogant senior has become so docile in front of this tall man?

I've wanted to ask this for a while now: does your senior have a split personality? Otherwise, there's absolutely no reason for him to act this way.

Just as Melphine was pondering, Seria's blunt words rang out again:

"Hey, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and clean up."

"Don't think you can rest easy just because you bring me some fruit every day."

"I haven't settled the score with you yet regarding what happened yesterday."

Celia was quite unhappy with the way Melphine had stopped.

That look, that expression—it always felt like the other person was thinking something impolite.

If the elves hadn't already learned their lesson, and if Ronan hadn't decided not to pursue the matter further...

Otherwise, I would have fired her this morning and replaced her with a more obedient maid.

It's swaying back and forth like a cow, it's really an eyesore.

Melf was startled, but quickly regained her composure and replied, "Yes."

After saying that, he immediately lowered his head, quickened his pace, and continued cleaning.

Seeing this, Celia pondered whether she should find something to wrap around her tomorrow, since it wouldn't really do any good anyway.

Those elves are so wicked, all they know is to attack Ronan's weaknesses...

……

As night fell, with the help of the local elves, Mithren finally managed to meet Ronan.