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

Marcusel stepped forward at a leisurely pace and said solemnly:

"Give up. As Farin's brother, I can't watch you fall into depravity."

"There are so many delicious foods in the world, why would you choose to eat monsters?"

"After we leave here, I'll treat you to whatever you want to eat, but for now... please behave yourself."

After saying that, she turned around and asked Farin:

Should we delve deeper?

"Given that there might be some problems with him, I think we should head back first."

Marcus pointed to his head.

Upon seeing this, Farin's expression was complicated, and she nodded slightly.

"Ah."

……

The first level of the maze.

"That meal was pretty good, Celia, what do you think?"

Ronan arrived here with a leisurely pace.

He looked at the people on the first floor who had almost disappeared.

He couldn't help but marvel at the canary's formidable reputation; its mere presence was enough to drive a group of adventurers mad.

Celia rubbed her stomach, thought for a moment, and said:

"It's alright, but it's not as tasty as the meat of those monsters. Maybe it's because it doesn't contain magic."

"I wonder what the monsters here are like."

"Mushrooms can only be considered a seasoning to enhance flavor."

Indeed, walking mushrooms are suitable for making soup, but unfortunately, all I have on hand are monster ingredients like tendon and pork belly, which are suitable for grilling, frying, and stir-frying.

otherwise……

With this in mind, Ronan offered a suggestion:

"In that case, let's take this as our goal and explore it slowly."

"Find a suitable monster, make soup with it, and take it back to raise..."

“Mircyr, what do you think? You’ve investigated so many labyrinths, do you know which monsters are delicious and non-poisonous?”

When the topic turned to her, Milsilr felt a pang of helplessness; how could she possibly know?

But Ronan's words couldn't be ignored, so for the moment, he could only offer a reluctant response:

"White dragons and succubi, I suppose. White dragon bones are good for making soup, and some prisoners say the meat is smooth and tender."

"The succubus juice can give people pleasure and is considered a drug in terms of its effects. Many people also use it as a condiment."

"Although the effect will be weakened if a few drops are added to the soup, it is still suitable for human consumption."

"Safe and harmless."

Ronan nodded. Succubus fluid? He was actually secretly looking forward to seeing what a succubus looked like.

I don't know how many there are here, but I hope they look like the ones I remember.

Seeing Ronan's nonchalant attitude, Milsilr couldn't help but sigh inwardly, while a faint sense of anticipation rose within him.

After all, in her eyes, Ronan and Celia were both mortals, and they certainly wouldn't only taste one kind of monster.

Even the flesh of just one monster is poisonous...

At that time, they will be unable to move, and whether you kill or torture them will be entirely up to you.

As for Heathwhis... humph.

It's time for revenge.

She holds grudges quite a bit.

……

The group walked forward.

Just then, a sound came from behind them—footsteps, the sound of five people.

Ronan didn't pay any attention, treating them as just a random group of passersby.

however.

When the sounds of conversation from that team could be faintly heard.

Milsilr, who had been walking beside Ronan, suddenly changed his expression as if struck by lightning.

The confidence I had just felt vanished without a trace, replaced by a deep sense of panic.

because…

"Kabul, why did you run away just now?"

Lin Xia's cool yet questioning voice echoed in the narrow passage, her tone tinged with inquiry.

"You care a lot about her identity, don't you? You care whether she's your adoptive mother. Why don't you dare to acknowledge her?"

"Is she afraid your presence will make her lose face?"

That's for sure; maids have a much lower status than adventurers.

It's like going out to work hard for two years, wanting to relax, only to suddenly see your mother on the price list.

It's both unbelievable and heartbreaking.

Just as Kabul was about to explain something, the group went down the somewhat steep stairs and entered the first level of the maze.

As the light brightened, Kabur looked up.

In that instant, he saw the person who resembled his adoptive mother, words caught in his throat, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

--why?

Even though we went to different times and places, how could we still run into them?

My body stiffened; I wanted to escape, I didn't want to face this embarrassment, but my companion was right beside me.

He then realized with a start that he had nowhere to escape.

……

"Ok?"

Ahead, Ronan heard a familiar voice and slowly turned around.

When he saw Kabul's group, those related memories came flooding back.

As expected, I just saw him.

Of course, since the impression wasn't very deep, he didn't take it to heart.

However, in the fleeting moment when he inadvertently turned his gaze, he saw Milsilr's unusual behavior.

Ronan's gaze lingered on her for two seconds, and a slight sense of concern arose in his heart.

"What, you recognize them?"

Ronan asked, if he remembered correctly, she looked the same way in the tavern earlier.

This introverted elf seems completely unable to hide his inner thoughts.

“…” Milsilr didn’t speak, but just bit his lip, pretending to be mute.

At this moment, Heathwhistle turned around, a meaningful smile playing on her lips:

"Of course I know him. In fact, I've been wanting to say it for a while now."

"The child in the lead is very likely her adopted son."

"My lord, you may not be aware of Milsilr's past."

"In the past, she was known as the gloomy Milciel. Because of this nickname, she hated elves and preferred to associate with those short-lived races."

"Meeting them here is quite a coincidence, sir. Shall we go up and talk to them?"

"Ingredients like dragon bones and succubus juice are all on the fourth floor and below."

"No adventurers will arrive anytime soon, so we can stay in the shallows for a while longer. After all, there's plenty of food there."

Ronan nodded slightly. This was the first time he had ever heard of such a thing, because he never liked to pry into other people's privacy.

An adopted son...that's interesting.

“What are your thoughts?” Ronan asked Milsilr.

The latter still did not answer, but slightly raised his head, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

She knew that even if she answered that she didn't want to be in contact with her, Hissworth would definitely not let this opportunity pass.

then--

Hello.

Heathwyn invited everyone over with a beaming smile.

Kabul felt a chill run down his spine; he dared not look his foster mother in the eye, as if it were a desecration.

Upon learning of his adoptive mother's current identity and job, Kabul finally lost all hope.

She's clearly a noble lady... Has something happened to her family?

In short, he felt a strong urge to do something.

An indescribable unease spread through my heart.

……

“Kabul, I…”

On their way to the second floor, Milsilr cautiously tried to speak with his adopted son and explain the current situation.