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

However, she was interrupted by Kaboul as soon as she spoke:

“I know, foster mother, you don’t need to explain. I understand how you feel right now.”

"You must be having a very hard time. If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have left your side in the first place..."

How are your brother, uncle, and aunt?

Do they know what you do now?

Milsilr's expression was complicated; she certainly didn't know, which was why she had kept it from her family.

She let out a breath and said with a hint of helplessness:

"I think you may have misunderstood something; this is just a mission."

"Since it's a mission, it will definitely come to an end someday."

"To be honest, I'm heartbroken. After all, in your eyes, am I the kind of woman who would sell her body for the sake of her family?"

Kabul remained silent. He didn't want to think that way either, but what he saw with his own eyes was the "fact" that was the case.

They could have chosen someone else…

Seeing his adopted son's expression, Milsilr let out a soft hum:

"I don't feel any sense of belonging to my family, after all, they'd love to marry me off."

Everything I've done is for the future of the elves and indeed the entire world.

“They are very dangerous, Kabul. If possible, I hope you can get away from me as soon as possible.”

I don't want you to get hurt.

She instinctively reached out to touch Kabul's head, fully aware of the trauma her adopted son had towards monsters.

However, Kabur quickly avoided her touch, saying things like "I'm all grown up now" and claiming that he was not afraid of danger.

Milsilr gave a wry smile.

During the conversation, footsteps echoed again in the long corridor.

"Oh dear, Farin, I'm fine. Don't touch me. It's just a hole in my clothes."

Ronan stopped in his tracks. Three people emerged from the darkness, and the women in the middle and on the left were playfully fighting.

The tall woman in the middle hurriedly tied her clothes around the golden-haired elf's waist, a helpless yet doting smile on her face.

On the right, a man in armor hung his head dejectedly, looking as if he had lost a beloved, staring blankly at the ground.

Ronan saw the three men, and the three men saw him.

The air seemed to fall silent for a few seconds.

then.

"It's you?"

Marusil's eyes widened, her voice filled with disbelief.

Good grief, what on earth is going on today?

She wanted to avoid it to avoid getting into trouble.

At this moment, Ronan frowned and asked, "Do you know me?"

Where did I meet her before?

Hissies squinted, finding the elf's appearance somewhat strange; the ears were a bit round... a half-elf?

Thinking of this, she subconsciously stepped forward:

"Which floor did you all come from? Do you know my master?"

Upon hearing this, Farin subconsciously tugged at Marusir's sleeve, her eyes also questioning.

Marcusel took a deep breath.

Although she knew her attitude had been somewhat impulsive, perhaps influenced by Leos, she still answered truthfully:

"Of course I know you. Aren't you the group of people who were discussing whether or not monsters are edible on the street yesterday?"

"I remember you were supposed to be from the Canary clan, right? Now you're going to seal off the maze?"

"Isn't that a bit too fast?"

She hadn't even met Farin's friends yet... Also, were a few people missing from this group?

Only three elves remain.

Directly opposite him, Ronan nodded, instantly recognizing the other person's identity and the reason for their attitude.

His gaze scrutinized the situation, and he said thoughtfully:

"The maze was sealed off? When did that happen?"

“Young lady, you seem to have a deep misunderstanding about us. Very well, Sissy, you go and negotiate with her.”

"The person next to you, yes, you, what's your name? Which floor did you come from?"

Since Marcus seemed extremely hostile towards them, Ronan turned his attention to Farin.

The girl had squinty eyes and looked extremely delicate; she should be easy to talk to.

Farin opened her mouth: "Huh?"

She looked around nervously, a hint of panic in her eyes. When she finally realized that the person being pointed at was herself, she became even more nervous.

Just as she was about to ask her brother for help, she turned her head and saw her brother looking excited.

She immediately knew that something terrible was about to happen.

"No."

She cried out in her heart, "My brother is so stubborn. When he encounters something that interests him, he'll just ask about it and do it without any regard for the other person's feelings."

as predicted.

Without thinking, Leos stepped forward.

He quickly told Ronan and his group about his origins and experiences, and asked whether monster meat was safe to eat.

And what exactly is the situation with this maze?

After listening to these questions, Ronan paused for two seconds before answering:

"Of course you can eat monster meat. What, you like it too?"

"It seems the world isn't all fools. Your name is Leos, right? I'll remember you."

"As for the labyrinth, let your elven companion tell you about it."

Later, Marcusil returned, her expression complicated.

Meanwhile, Ronan also learned about the situation on the second floor.

"Are the monsters going berserk?"

"interesting."

This is 100% the work of the Labyrinth Lord; perhaps it's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, or perhaps it's overestimating his own abilities.

But whatever he wanted to do, the outcome was already predetermined.

In this scenario, succubi and dragons should increase in number, right?

With this in mind, Ronan continued on his way.

Marcusel intended to return to the ground, but as she turned around, she saw Leos following her without regard for anything else.

Farin tried to persuade her, but to no avail.

“Fallen…” she murmured.

then.

“I’m sorry, Marusir, I can’t let my brother go there alone.” Farin said, stamping her foot before following him.

Marcusir gritted her teeth, muttered "idiot" under her breath, and had no choice but to follow.

However, unlike before, although she was unhappy, she also felt a little hopeful because the maze would not be sealed off.

This way, I will have more time to study ancient magic.

She hopes to realize her dream here; she wants to create a world where everyone has the same lifespan.

Desire spread through my heart.

……

At the bottom of the maze, the winged lion smiled again.

Chapter 151, Stewed Dragon with Apples, Celia's Kiss

"By the way, Farin, why do you want to explore the maze?"

Due to Leos's capriciousness, Marcusil, who was forced to follow Ronan, had nothing to do for the time being.

Therefore, at this moment, we can only raise these questions in an attempt to unravel the mystery in our hearts:

"Is it because you're short of money? Or do you want to learn those ancient spells?"

"I think I understand what that tall man's purpose is. He eats meat, he eats everything, he even eats walking mushrooms, he's really too ferocious."

"Your brother won't end up like that, will he?"

"That's hard to say," Farin hesitated.

She gripped the mace-shaped staff and exhaled:

"Maybe so, but I don't hate them. My brother has always been particularly interested in monsters since he was little."

"Because I was always by his side, I was influenced by what I saw and heard, and I picked up some of his habits, which is why I ran away from school."

"As for your claim of brutality, I don't think so."

As Farin spoke, she turned her head, her tone becoming serious.