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

"That girl, Heathhuis, seems to have betrayed us. Now she's become like Senior Milsilr, blindly obeying that tall man."

"Captain, what do you think we should do with her? Should we strictly forbid her from having any more contact with tall people?"

"Also, regarding the cabins... how long will they be staying on our ship?"

"If we stick to the original plan, they might not like our arrangement. After all, the room is really too small."

Prisoners shared a room with each other, while guards lived separately. Patadru and Mislen were both guards.

Because of their duties, they didn't care about the small size of the room.

However, in Lysien's eyes, those two people might not be able to accept such conditions.

Mislen was well aware of this, and after thinking for a moment, he said:

"Indeed, so we only operate in the morning and afternoon."

"We'll be leaving the cabin at night, so there's no way to monitor us then. Therefore, we don't need to worry too much about the room."

He glanced at the neatly arranged fruit beside him, paused, and continued,

"As for Heath, there's no need to worry about her either."

"Let her serve if she wants to. Unless we capture the senior, even if His Majesty comes in person, he won't be able to punish her."

Ultimately, it comes down to the disparity in power.

When power reaches a certain level, rules become ineffective in restraining them, and even those around them are no exception.

Upon hearing this, Lysian couldn't help but sigh, his eyes filled with envy.

I wish I were a girl...

“Is there anything else?” Mislen interrupted Lysion’s thoughts and asked.

Lysion snapped out of his thoughts and quickly shook his head, saying:

"That's all, no... there's one more thing, where will Senior Milsill stay?"

"She'll be boarding the ship with us too, right? She might not stay on board, but after we disembark..."

"We can't let her share a room with that tall person and Senior Celie."

"This is outrageous, and dangerous."

"What if that man suddenly becomes a beast..."

……

……

At this moment, in the room, the morning light was faint, and Ronan was awakened by a rustling sound.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that Celia had somehow gotten close to me and was rubbing against me as if she were having a dream.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she occasionally uttered soft murmurs.

"..."

Ronan frowned slightly.

After thinking for a moment, he reached out and moved Celia's shoulders and thighs off him.

It wasn't very intimate, but the friction made him a little uncomfortable, and...

Just as he was wondering if Celia was having some sweet dream.

Suddenly, Celia, who was in a light sleep, slowly woke up after realizing that her body was being touched.

She opened her eyes, her gaze still somewhat unfocused. When she noticed her posture, she was slightly taken aback.

Immediately afterwards, the images from the dream surfaced in my mind one by one, overlapping with reality.

"Well…"

The lingering sensation on her body made her immediately pull up the covers to cover her eyes, her face slightly flushed, and she secretly wondered why she had dreamed about those things.

It was so exciting and so real that I dared not breathe.

It's like the inexplicable flutter in your heart when your feet are gently touched.

She hadn't felt this way in thousands of years; she thought she had lost that feeling, but unexpectedly…

Is it because of what I heard last night?

"..." Ronan frowned slightly.

Although he didn't understand why Celie behaved this way after waking up, he was surprised when he saw Celie curling her thighs up in the blanket.

Immediately, he understood something.

They were probably some dreams that were too embarrassing to talk about.

This is normal.

Ronan glanced at the rising sun outside and stood up.

She clapped her hands and walked in carrying a stack of clothes.

Her clothes had been changed from the Canary Squad uniform—a greyish-white long dress and a green cape—to a standard maid outfit.

Ronan took the clothes, glanced at them, and thought they were pretty good.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do; wear the local clothes here.

Wearing a black and gold robe and a burgundy short cloak, he would at least be a seasoned mage in a fantasy world.

It's much better than the white robe he wore before.

Get dressed.

Heath was about to offer a few words of praise when suddenly she noticed the blanket that had been arched up since the beginning.

The blanket was moving slightly, indicating that the person inside was not asleep.

"This is..." Sisley was about to ask when Ronan waved his hand, interrupting her guess.

"It's nothing, she just overslept. Let her sleep a little longer. Just leave her clothes here."

"Yes."

Sisley nodded in agreement, but her gaze kept drifting towards the blanket, wondering what the two of them had done last night.

She's clearly awake, but she won't show herself. Could it be that she's not wearing anything?

Tsk... a senior is indeed a senior.

She felt inferior to him.

The two left the room, and as they left, Ronan lightly knocked on the door frame, as if to remind the person inside.

After they left, and she heard the door close, Celia cautiously peeked out from under the covers.

Then, he touched his pants and hurriedly ran into the bathroom.

I also took out the bed sheet and changed it.

That damned dream actually made her break a vow she'd kept for thousands of years.

Fortunately, I regained consciousness in time.

otherwise…

……

"Is this the Kakabrud Maze?"

Why did you come here?

In the afternoon, Ronan and his companions arrived in the town.

Although he had come last night, he ultimately did not reveal this in order to cover up his purpose of capturing the demon.

The perfect adventure is to quietly fulfill the wish, seal the demon, and leave gracefully.

Therefore, it is very important to be open-minded; if they can't find any clues, they will leave on their own.

Mislen walked ahead and explained the problem, which, in short, meant they hadn't yet received permission to land on the island.

We live in a society governed by the rule of law. Even if the elves are powerful, they cannot act recklessly. Therefore, they have no choice but to come here first.

Ronan nodded: "Is that so? Well, you guys are quite law-abiding. You're going to stay here for a few days. I don't want it to be too long."

"What do you think, Celia?"

"..."

Celia didn't answer, preoccupied with whether Ronan had discovered what happened that morning.

Although the sheets were washed and dried with magic.

But she still felt a little uneasy.

"Seria?"

Ronan's voice rang out a second time, and Celia finally snapped out of her daze, quickly saying:

"Oh, I don't have any particular idea. I'm fine with staying for a few days. You decide."

In her opinion, as long as she can experience new things, it doesn't matter how many days she stays.

However, Ronan didn't have her patience.

He considered that if the canary didn't notice anything unusual today, he would leave tomorrow.

Anyway, this is an adventure for me and Celia, not an adventure for them.

With that in mind, the group approached the maze.

There are many tourists nearby, because the master of this labyrinth is dead and the demon has been sealed away.

Occasionally, a few harmless monsters appear, such as cute creatures like the Walking Mushroom, which attracts some Walking Mushroom enthusiasts.

In addition, there are slime enthusiasts.

Puff puff.

A walking mushroom ran out, making a clattering sound as it walked, bouncing along and looking quite adorable.