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

At this moment, she listened quietly to the canary's report, feeling a sense of unease and a deep sense of helplessness.

That senior is really good at causing trouble; if I didn't know his background...

"Fine, let's continue monitoring as Mislen said."

The Queen sighed, lightly touching her brow with her fingers, and instructed, "I will withdraw the arrest warrant for the senior as soon as possible to avoid any conflict."

"How do we get them on board... Have you found out what the senior or that tall man likes?"

"If necessary, I hope you will make sacrifices for the peace of the world."

In the face of global security, personal honor and disgrace are insignificant; this was also her original intention in creating Canary.

Patadru felt helpless upon hearing this.

If the plan could be accomplished through sacrifice, they would have done it long ago; there's no shortage of prisoners here.

However... recalling what I had just investigated.

A large bust was wrapped up and turned into an airport runway. Even though it wasn't exactly flat, it was clear that Celia had an extremely strong possessive streak.

If we really take further action, "sacrifice" will truly become sacrifice.

After thinking for a moment, Patadlu reluctantly said, "I... will try my best."

"I think we can start from the spiritual aspect."

"In my opinion, although the senior is rather arrogant, she is, after all, a woman."

"Women should care more about appearance, temperament, and even enjoyment."

Indeed, even the Queen almost overlooked this matter if Patadlu hadn't mentioned it.

Even she herself occasionally worries about her appearance and offspring.

Thinking this through, the Queen nodded, signaling Patadru to proceed. She added:

"You don't need to worry about the resources; I'll send someone to assist you later."

"All you have to do is keep them in your sight."

"We can go to the maze. I remember that tall people usually like adventure, and they seek money and love in adventure."

"Coincidentally, the labyrinth located near the Tower of Night Cries is a good choice."

Patadlu nodded slightly. "An island?"

In fact, this was the maze she planned to investigate later.

Given that it has been four years, it's hard to guarantee that there won't be any changes.

Coming to a stop, I heard the Elf Queen continue:

"We can also take this opportunity to see if that demon is really in their hands."

"With the magic we have, any demon can be sealed away."

"If that's the case—then let's have a final battle on the [island]."

"Of course, before that, you can try other semi-abandoned mazes."

"What if the demons there also disappeared..."

The Elf Queen didn't finish speaking, but even so, Patadru was well aware of the seriousness of the matter.

It's obvious that there must be some earth-shattering conspiracy, and we absolutely cannot let them succeed, even if it costs us our lives.

"Yes." She nodded solemnly, making up her mind immediately.

……

At the same time, Milsilr arrived at the door of the two's room.

She pursed her lips slightly, a struggling expression on her face.

But in the end, she mustered up her courage and chose to knock on the door.

The door slowly opened, revealing a flat-chested maid kneeling on the floor, serving Celie with a lap pillow.

Celia was leisurely flipping through a book while eating peeled grapes handed to her by someone else, looking quite content.

Upon hearing the voice and seeing who it was, she smiled.

Maid outfit... Interesting. I was just worried that the atmosphere would be a bit dull after we finished discussing the plan.

A toy delivered right to her door… She stretched out her slender finger and beckoned it:

"Yes, it's you. Don't go yet. If I remember correctly, you should be a nobleman. What are you trying to do by wearing that outfit?"

"Is she trying to seduce him again and find out about us?"

"I told you, this is useless, but it's not like I can't give you a chance."

Celia paused, then slowly rose to her feet, her voice drawn out.

“I heard your conversation outside. You want to invite us aboard? Sure, but you'll have to give something in return.”

"I think you're quite good."

She has an average figure, an average posture, and a rather melancholic temperament. She is no match for me at all, and instead, she can only highlight my own generosity.

Celia knew that being too possessive wouldn't win Ronan's favor, so she had to make a change.

One maid is not enough.

Afterwards, despite his clumsy attempts at handling things, he still managed to make Ronan remember his kindness, a win-win situation.

That's what she thought, but Milsilr was dumbfounded.

Her mouth was half-open and she couldn't close it, as if she were hallucinating.

No, a maid...?!

You must be kidding!

Shameless, in short, she resisted it in every way.

however…

"What are you still standing there for? Don't you want the intelligence anymore? In that case, Ronan and I will be leaving tomorrow."

These words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back; Milsilr's slightly clenched fist could no longer be released.

Finally, with a bang, he could only close the door behind him and walk forward in distress.

What a disaster! I shouldn't have come. Damn sense of responsibility...

Chapter 147, Celia's Dream, the Sheets Are Wet; Meeting Marcus

"What? Senior has fallen for her?"

Patadru's eyes widened in shock.

She learned two hours later that Milsilr had become their maid.

She couldn't understand how a single tentative probe could have implicated her senior.

The senior is a nobleman.

Serving Celie is out of the question.

Serving Ronan…

Is it possible to get it back?

The atmosphere at the lunch table was somewhat subdued.

Patadru held the little sprite tightly in her hand and asked the people in front of her anxiously.

Hearing this, Sisley glanced at her indifferently, stopped trimming her nails, and asked casually:

What do you think? Do they seem like easy-going people?

"We should be thankful that Milsilr didn't do anything too outrageous."

"It's just feeding them fruit, cleaning up, and occasionally using them as a lap pillow."

“If I remember correctly, she used to do these things often, only this time she went from being a mother to a servant.”

"She hasn't said anything herself, so you shouldn't interfere."

Despite Hisheys's understated words, Patadru was still filled with resentment.

In her view, this undoubtedly damaged the prestige of the Thor family and brought shame upon her own family.

How could a member of a prominent family do such a thing?

Hisshuis seemed to have discerned Patadru's attitude and gave a disdainful chuckle:

"That's why I hate you powerful and wealthy people, who value face more than life itself."

"If it were me, I definitely wouldn't care, since it helps me complete the mission."

"Moreover, that senior Celie is very strong, and there is a high probability that she can help me leave the Canary Squad."

"It's a pity..." There was a hint of regret in her words.

Unfortunately, it wasn't me who wore the maid outfit, nor was it me who was in charge of finding out what was going on.

Otherwise, with a little manipulation, they could easily exonerate themselves.

Milsilr got the great opportunity, which increased Heathwyn's resentment and jealousy towards the powerful.

Upon hearing this, Patadlu scoffed angrily, "What do you know?"

She held a knife and fork, cutting the steak forcefully, making a sizzling sound.

"Do you know how powerful the family behind Senior Milsilr is?"

"If her family finds out about this, the captain and I will be in deep trouble."

"It was just a favor based on past friendship..."

"I'm sorry to her."

Patard felt incredibly heartbroken at the thought of his seniors having to do things against their will under Ronan and Celia's command.