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

Therefore, she has no intention of listening to any orders given by the Queen.

Mislen looked at the others helplessly.

However, when others met his gaze, they all turned their eyes away.

The big-nosed elf, Patadru, could no longer bear to see this scene.

She clenched her fists, a surge of urge to hit someone welling up inside her, and couldn't help but say:

"Can't you guys trust the captain a little? He's the strongest among us."

"While he may not be the strongest in the country, at least when it comes to climbing towers, no one can beat him."

"Have you all forgotten the magic he possesses?"

Siss Huis scoffed: "I haven't forgotten, but what can I do? Teleportation magic consumes a lot of magic power, doesn't it?"

"And in places where they can't be seen, they are all randomly teleported."

"I just can't believe he can beat that senior. It's better to play it safe, there are other teams here."

Even so, no one will come in the short term, as everyone is busy suppressing the mazes in various places.

As things stand, the Tower of Night Cries is the only chance to capture Celie.

Mislen thought for a moment and said, "Indeed, I understand your concerns, but after all, it is His Majesty's order, and I cannot disobey it."

"In that case, I'll go by myself, so I won't trouble you."

"Anyway, if even I can't beat you, it won't make a difference if you all come at me together."

His words, though straightforward and truthful, sounded somewhat hurtful.

Patard opened her mouth, wanting to refute, saying that the healing magic she possessed should be able to help the captain, but Mislen raised her hand to deny it.

“You have an even more important task to do: contact Milsilr and have her try to capture that tall man at the most crucial moment.”

"Only by capturing him can we leave here safely, even if the operation ultimately fails."

"Of course, it doesn't matter if she doesn't agree. All actions must prioritize personal safety."

Both Patadru and Milciriel are elves of illustrious birth, and they will give each other some face.

"Yes." Although she was a little worried about the captain, Patadru had no other choice at the moment.

After all, bringing one more person up the tower will increase the burden on magic.

With the general plan settled, everyone dispersed to rest, preparing to have enough energy to face the siege of the Labyrinth Lord the next day.

……

The following morning, a thin mist enveloped the area.

"morning."

Everyone, carrying backpacks, gathered in front of the Tower of Night Cries.

Earlier, Mislen was still pondering what reason she could give Ronan and Celia to come here.

Surprisingly, the two showed up uninvited.

This situation made him feel threatened, because it was also a kind of desire, which the devil loves most.

"Hopefully the plan will proceed smoothly. I wonder if, after all these years, the rules still hold true..."

The rules of a maze are generally a manifestation of the deepest desires in the heart of the maze's owner, like an "island" thirty kilometers away from here.

The rule imposed inside is immortality; anyone who enters the maze can be easily resurrected even if they die.

at the moment…

Mislen gave the two people beside her a deep look, then pushed open the door and went inside.

Ronan and Celia followed behind.

The air inside the tower remained murky.

They exchanged a glance.

Ronan decided to start the search from the top.

Unlike the outside world.

The space inside the Tower of Night Cries is another dimension. From the outside, each floor appears to be only three meters high, but once inside, it is discovered that each floor is more than thirty meters high.

In this situation, standing still makes it impossible to explore every part of the maze.

"Let's go."

Ronan said in a low voice, and as soon as he finished speaking, the two of them disappeared from the spot in an instant, so fast that they caught everyone off guard.

"No...it's gone!?"

Behind him, Patadru's eyes widened and his mouth gaped open, thinking to himself, "What the hell?"

What's the situation?

I was trying my best to keep an eye on them, but they disappeared in a flash.

Is this some kind of teleportation technique?

Mislen heard the sound and slowly turned around, her brows furrowing slightly at the sudden disappearance of the two people.

He knew he couldn't delay any longer; if they also had teleportation magic, then the outcome of this operation would be uncertain.

then--

"I'll go first."

The magic was activated, and a piece of steel fell out of thin air, along with him, disappearing to some unknown level.

Behind him, Milsillier, who had wanted to ask himself what to do, was speechless.

Wearing a maid outfit, she felt that all her previous mental preparations had been in vain.

“Um, Senior Milsilr, if you don’t mind, you can come with us for now.”

"We don't know when the captain will be back. If the operation fails, I hope you can plead for him."

"Since that tall man told you to wear these clothes, then it's possible..."

Patadlu spoke cautiously, but before she could finish, she was interrupted by Milsilr.

"Absolutely impossible."

joke.

Although she disliked elves and preferred those short-lived species, she only raised them as pets.

However... it must be admitted that she worked with Mislen for a period of time.

When Mislen became the master of the labyrinth and was nearly killed by a demon who devoured her desires, it was she who saved her.

Perhaps it was fate.

With that in mind, she said, "Pleading for mercy is fine, but don't even think about it."

“Patadoru, don’t forget, I am the foster mother of more than a dozen children.”

Indeed, an adoptive mother should act like an adoptive mother; even if she is not a biological mother, she has been a mother herself.

Patadru realized that her words had been too blunt, so she quickly nodded and apologized.

Later, she asked where the children were now.

Since the captain won't be back anytime soon, instead of getting stressed out and doing useless work, we should learn more about our seniors.

……

At this moment, on the island.

Kabur, who had just turned twenty this year and was Milsilr's adopted son, suddenly sneezed.

He has a healthy tan, black hair with slight curls, and looks very sunny and handsome.

At that moment, he was rubbing his nose while hiding in a corner.

He watched quietly as the Leos siblings, who were giving away the gold coins they had earned to a middle-aged man, felt a strange unease creeping into his heart.

The brother and sister were people Kabul had met by chance before.

Because of her overly kind nature, she would often use the money she earned to subsidize her companions who had been injured in the past, which caught his attention.

This should have been a beautiful story, however…

"The money is all gone. Those guys have long since recovered and are still doing business selling counterfeit goods."

"Indeed, people shouldn't be too kind. My foster mother was right. The maze is a terrible place where everyone is eating people."

"I wonder how my adoptive mother is doing after I left..."

He pondered this, but didn't step forward to offer any advice, because it was pointless.

How can one, alone and weak, stand against a gang?

Moreover, the fact that they were able to keep it a secret for so long without being exposed shows that they are good at acting, but they also know how to play the emotional card.

Exposing something bad can cause a lot of trouble.

"My strength is still too weak. As things stand, even with Lin's help, it's not enough to conquer the maze."

“Perhaps…” A surge of urge to gather his companions welled up within Kabul.

Just then, Lin walked over.

"Hey."

This is a woman with long black hair, around twenty years old, wearing a red cloak and a black mage's robe, with a slender figure.

Her full name is Linxia Fana. She is of Eastern descent, although she was born in the northern continent.

Seeing that Kabul hadn't returned for a long time and was instead spying on something, she couldn't help but feel annoyed.

She strode forward, grabbed his ear, and pulled him back, saying as she went:

"Don't waste any more time. The supplies are ready. Get ready, we can enter the maze again."

"Wait...wait a minute." Kabul, enduring the pain, quickly called for a halt and explained his plan to recruit companions.