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

If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have let her go.

Hissworth sneered at this.

She was planning to say something like, "It's too late to regret it now," to give these high-ranking officials a good sarcastic remark.

Just then, Captain Mislen pushed open the door and walked in.

He walked straight to the dining table and sat down. Looking at the table full of dishes, he had little appetite and simply said:

"The time has been set. The operation will take place at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Both of them will board the ship at that time. You should get ready."

"The location is the Kakabrud Maze complex, 20 kilometers away, and the [Island] is nearby."

"You should know what our mission is, right?"

"Never let Milsilr's sacrifice be in vain."

With the captain speaking, Hissworth could only swallow back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

Among the powerful and wealthy in the squad, the only one she didn't dislike was the captain, because he was a pitiful person.

At the same time, since the captain usually appears quiet, calm, and doesn't like to move around much, it's quite interesting to control him to do all sorts of things.

For example, wearing women's clothing or sleeping with a doll.

Although I got tired of it after a few times, it's still much better than the capricious Patadru.

"Yes."

The two responded at the same time, then looked at each other, their eyes seemingly igniting a fierce spark.

finally.

"Humph."

They turned their heads away, no longer looking at each other, and parted on bad terms.

Sisley secretly vowed to herself that she would break free from the canary's cage.

It was one thing if Celie hadn't shown up before, but now that there's a chance to get away with it, we absolutely can't miss it.

……

That night, the room was quiet, with only faint moonlight shining through the window onto the floor.

Celia looked at Sissworth, who had sneaked in, listened to her plea, sized her up, stroked her chin, and said thoughtfully:

"You want to serve me? Not a bad idea, but you shouldn't have come to me."

"You should go find Ronan. I have enough maids by my side."

“I found that Milsill for him today, you haven’t misunderstood anything, have you?”

“And your appearance…” Celia shook her head slightly. It was so dark, too dark. Anyone who didn’t know better would think that an elf had mutated.

Even if the other person has a slender figure and beautiful curves, the first impression is often determined by their face.

Sisley understood Celia's unspoken meaning, and felt a sense of helplessness and regret.

After all, she didn't want to have such dark skin; it's just that her parents' genes are like that.

And... Ronan, is he the tall man who killed the master of the labyrinth?

Since she was treated this way by her senior, a sudden urge to get to know him better arose in her heart.

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

Ronan, who had left the island ahead of time to wipe out all the demons near the [Kakabrud Maze], returned just then.

He was spotless, as if he had just gone out for a trip.

Upon seeing Heath, he paused for a moment, then realized the purpose of her visit and couldn't help but sigh softly.

'Exonerated? Are they using me and Celia as a lifeline?'

Although Ronan could understand her thoughts, after all, if he remembered correctly, the elf in front of him had been sentenced to life imprisonment.

Either you die from overwork after a lifetime of fighting, or you die a violent death while investigating a maze.

Given these two extreme circumstances, it is understandable to take the risk and choose a third path.

However, this is not a reason for him to stand up for others casually.

"What can you offer me?" Ronan slowly sat down, leaning forward, and gazed at Sissworth.

"I'm not asking how well you can do things after becoming a maid."

"I'm asking, what value can you generate?"

"Don't talk to me about things like the body. I'm not interested in dark skin, and I already have Celia."

"At this level, the pleasure you can bring me is far less than that of a big meal."

"Hmm..." Upon hearing this, Celia suddenly lowered her head, slightly turned her gaze away, and a blush appeared on her face.

These words are a bit too blunt, but she likes them.

Heath hesitated for a moment, observing the subtle atmosphere between the two, and knew that the words she had prepared earlier had probably lost their effect.

So, after thinking for a moment, she raised her eyes and replied:

“You’re right, I’m indeed not as good as my senior, but I’m not worthless.”

“Before I went to prison, I was a fortune teller. I used my position to learn about the dark history of many powerful people that was unknown to others.”

“I originally intended to use these dark secrets as leverage to exonerate myself, but I was arrested before I could even use them.”

"you…"

Hearing her say this, Ronan understood her thoughts.

A dark history? Political tactics, while not very useful to me, are better than nothing.

He was also quite interested in the gossip of the powerful and wealthy.

Thinking of this, Ronan asked, "Is that all?"

Heathwyn nodded: "That's all. In addition, I offer my loyalty. I know you may not appreciate it, but it is the last bit of sincerity I can give."

"Hmm, her tone was quite firm." Just to be on the safe side, Ronan looked at Celia: "What do you think?"

Celia gently shook her head: "Don't ask me, she's your maid, but I personally have no objection."

Because they have no competitive advantage, and Ronan has also made his position clear.

Ronan wasn't quite sure what Celia was thinking, but since things had come to this point, refusing would seem unreasonable.

So, he crossed his arms and gave his final answer:

"Since that's the case, let's leave it at that for now, but don't even think about getting off the hook."

"Whatever your goal is, what's done is done. At most, I can only ask them to stop pursuing your actions and let you return to a normal life."

"The others..."

“Yes.” Hissworth nodded solemnly, her eyes filled with gratitude. “That’s good.”

As long as I can live a normal life, it doesn't matter if it's a little tough.

To avoid a violent death is already a testament to the good deeds of one's ancestors.

Seeing this, Ronan waved for her to leave, and it would be time for him and Celia to have some alone time.

……

Meanwhile, in Kakabrud, it was a peaceful little town.

Warm light shone from the windows of a hotel, adding a touch of coziness to the night.

Inside the inn, Marcus was sitting in front of the mirror, carefully combing her light golden hair.

Her eyes were filled with anticipation. She was going to meet Farin the day after tomorrow, and the thought of it made her lips curl into a slight smile.

However, she also had some concerns.

Because Farin's damned brother actually tricked her into escaping from the magic school.

The two of them had been best friends for eight years and had promised to graduate together.

Fortunately, I recently received a letter informing me that Farin is safe and sound and has already established herself in the maze.

Otherwise, what if we found out that something had happened to her…

"Hmph, when we meet the day after tomorrow, I'll make him pay."

Marcus clenched her fists, mentally cursing Farin's brother a hundred times over.

His name was something like Leos, anyway, he wasn't a good person.

She looked at herself in the mirror, gazing intently at her emerald green eyes, as if cheering herself on.

She then let out a deep breath and lay back down on the bed.

Reach out, clench your fist, as if you've grasped the stars in the night sky.

"It'll be soon. I promise I won't let you escape this time, Farin."

"By the way, there seem to be a few mazes around here..."

……

The following morning, as the soft morning light shone on the shimmering shore, the Canary Squad was inspecting the boats.

Since there are two more ancestors on board this voyage, it is necessary to make proper preparations regarding supplies.

Mislen is fearless now.

I'm afraid that because I neglected the two of them for a moment, they might use teleportation magic and disappear without a trace.

"Captain, something's up."

As Mislen was counting the quantity and types of fruit, a rather tall elf hurried over from not far away.

His name was Lysion, and he had long silver hair that was casually draped over his shoulders. He had been imprisoned for using ancient magic to transform himself into a werewolf.

At that moment, I saw the captain slowly turn his head to the side.

He bowed his head respectfully and said: