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

"Marsil, have you ever experienced hunger? Like that feeling of not eating anything for three or four days?"

Marusil paused for a second, then shook her head.

She was born into a prestigious family; her mother was a court magician and her father was a court historian. She lived a life of luxury from a young age, never having to worry about food or clothing.

Even after entering magic school, his outstanding talent meant he never had to worry about food or drink.

Therefore, she didn't quite understand Farin's words at that moment.

Farin quickly gave her answer:

“Living in a maze is a very difficult thing. My brother and I starved to death more than twice because we didn’t have enough food.”

"If a walking mushroom had appeared in front of us back then, we would have eaten it without hesitation, even if it was poisonous."

"Can you call this behavior brutal?"

At this point, Farin glanced ahead, her gaze sweeping over the backs of Leos and Ronan, and couldn't help but sigh:

“Eating is an instinct, a privilege of the living. Only the dead do not need to eat. These are the words my brother told me.”

“When it comes to instinct, monsters are no different from animals. I don’t want you to have any prejudice because of this, Marusir.”

She spoke her last sentence almost in a melancholy tone.

Marcusil clenched her sleeves and fell into a long silence.

Ronan, who was walking in front of him, raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, clearly also touched by the topic.

His gaze swept past Leos, and a faint light could be seen ahead. He looked behind him and asked:

"So, young lady, after all that, have you ever considered trying to eat monsters?"

"You two siblings are quite interesting; you're more appealing to me than this elf."

"They make a fuss about eating a little bit of walking mushrooms, little do they know that I'm already preparing to start cultivating them."

"It's okay if you don't want to eat it now. Once the breeding is successful, you'll have to eat it even if you don't want to."

Upon hearing this, Marcusil's expression changed.

She looked up abruptly, as if she had misheard.

Farming? You must be kidding me!

Why wasn't the canary captured by this inhuman creature?!

I had the impression that Western elves would absolutely hate this behavior.

Her gaze swept over the two people in front of her, her eyes filled with doubt.

Heathwyn noticed the gaze and smiled:

"Don't look at me like that. I'm no longer one of them, but I can still answer your question."

"Lord Ronan and Lady Celia are unmatched in their power. No one would dare to offend them in this matter, not even our Queen."

"So in a sense, he's right. From now on, you'll have to eat it whether you want to or not, because you can't tell the difference between a mushroom and a walking mushroom."

After saying that, she patted Marusir on the shoulder, her tone deep yet tinged with interest.

"Get used to it first, young lady."

Marcusier's body trembled slightly. It was terrifying, utterly terrifying.

She looked at Farine with anxious eyes, trying to seek help, perhaps by saying something like a refusal.

However, Farin's eyes gradually lit up, sparkling with excitement.

"Really?" She clenched her fist and asked excitedly, "Can walking mushrooms really be cultivated on a large scale?"

"If it's true, that would be wonderful. If it happens once, it will happen again. From now on, we won't have to worry about famine anymore."

"There will be no situation where people starve to death in the maze."

At this point, Farin took a deep breath, clasped her hands tightly to her chest, and nodded solemnly.

"I'm willing to try."

Upon hearing this, Marcusil's anxiety finally died.

At this moment, the light ahead became clearer. Ronan stepped through the passage and arrived at the second level of the maze.

He looked around at the lush greenery, thought for a moment, and then nodded:

"In that case, let's start from here and eat our way down to the bottom."

"Kabul, if you can't accept this, then take your team and leave first."

"I think you're about to throw up."

At this moment, Kabur's body was trembling and his face had lost all color.

It's obvious that he was influenced by those words he just heard.

"…Yes."

Kabul's voice was weak. Even without Ronan saying anything, he wanted to leave too, not even caring about his foster mother.

He quickly apologized, turned around hastily, and the group followed closely behind.

Before leaving, Lin Xia gave Ronan a deep look.

She opened her mouth as if she wanted to ask a question, but ultimately held back.

It's meaningless... no matter where Ronan comes from.

……

After everyone left, only Leos and the girl remained by his side.

Considering that Leos was only thinking about eating, regardless of what kind of monster he was eating, Ronan didn't care about his feelings.

Look around.

"Let's try something different today."

There were some fruits on the tree, which should be similar to the subspecies of watermelon we ate before.

Because of its magical properties, its texture and taste are much better than ordinary fruits.

I just hope it's not too bizarre.

It's like a disordered flavor.

"Braised dragon meat with apples is quite good. If you're tired of roasted meat, try some stew. It also helps prepare the soup."

"I just don't know if there are any apples here, even something similar would be fine..."

Since it can manifest itself, ordinary apples are not within the selection range.

Thinking of this, Ronan asked Farin a question and immediately received the answer.

Yes, there is one, but it's quite far away, about five kilometers away.

Normally, it would take at least three hours to get there.

And now the number of monsters has surged...

Farin couldn't help but feel worried.

She frowned, wanting to say that it didn't matter if it was simple, since she was an outsider.

However, Ronan gently shook his head.

"It's ok."

He casually swiped open a portal, gesturing for everyone to enter, "It's only five kilometers."

As they spoke, everyone except Celia stared at the scene beyond the door, stunned.

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

Seeing this, Hissworth clicked her tongue and thought to herself that it was good that the Queen did not choose to resist.

Otherwise, if the kingdom were to perish, she, as an elf, would be heartbroken.

As for...Mircyril.

"Ding ding."

He quickly tapped the little sprite in his pocket a few times and sent a secret message.

While she was filled with shock, she desperately hoped that Mislen could receive these messages as soon as possible and interpret them smoothly.

This man has too many tricks up his sleeve, and there's also Senior Celie... I absolutely cannot let my guard down.

otherwise…

……

The apple harvest went very smoothly, and after a while, the harvest filled a whole basket.

Ronan picked one up and took a bite. It was alright, though a bit too sweet.

In this world, it seems to be called Phil Fruit.

Serie then came over and picked one up as well.

Click.

She chewed as she spoke:

"Are we just going to eat our way through like this? Isn't that too leisurely?"

"By the way, why can't my omnipotent senses detect the location of the Labyrinth Lord?"

Can you sense it?

Where is the demon?

Celia thought that with Ronan's immense desires, the demons would appear as soon as he entered the labyrinth.

Now it seems that this is not the case at all.

Ronan thought for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"No, there are too many distorted spaces. Unlike the Tower of Night Cries, this is a living labyrinth, constantly changing."