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

"The demon is probably sealed away. The world in the book is infinite, and I can't sense any presence from it. But it's alright, the labyrinth is only so big, it can't escape."

"As for leisure..."

He gazed at Celia silently, the atmosphere somewhat subtle.

A moment later, he walked up to her, reached out and wiped away the remaining fruit bits from the corner of her mouth, and asked softly:

"Isn't this a good thing? Anyway, your strength is unparalleled in this world, and you don't like dictatorship."

So, slowly exploring the wonders of this world, and keeping yourself active... isn't that what you've been waiting for?

Celia remained silent, savoring the lingering sensation on her lips. She slightly turned her gaze away, her throat tightening.

"Yes, you're right, I almost forgot about that."

"In that case, where will we stay tonight? Should we leave the maze?"

There are too many people here.

"There are also many monsters."

"It must be very noisy at night."

The main reason was that she had a lesson from a dream she had early in the morning, and she thought that she should never let anyone else push the door open for her in the morning.

Even maids are not allowed.

With so many people here, it's possible that their anxiety is causing them to dwell on things during the day and dream about them at night.

Ronan was unaware of Celia's thoughts, simply assuming she didn't want to be disturbed by others.

His gaze swept over the crowd not far away, and after thinking for a moment, he said:

"Indeed, but it's alright. There's a barrier, and I'm here. You can sleep peacefully."

"Go prepare the ingredients. We can talk about tonight's matters later. At least we don't need to worry about it now."

"Eating and drinking well is the most important thing."

After saying that, he ruffled Celia's hair affectionately and naturally, then turned and walked back.

Celia was startled when she was suddenly rubbed, then stomped her foot and followed him with a hint of coquettishness on her face.

I'm clearly the elder one.

Why…

……

"Wow, that's so exciting!"

Just as the two were walking back, Marcusier was secretly observing their every move from not far away.

She was more concerned about Ronan because he brought her fear.

Unexpectedly, I witnessed such an intimate scene.

Are they lovers?

The question involuntarily swirled in Marusil's mind, and a blush inexplicably rose to her cheeks.

As a romantic who has collected and read dozens of romance novels, I find myself drawn into romantic situations whenever I witness them unfolding.

Then, intracranial hyperplasia.

She let out a breath and asked the question to Heath, who was cutting meat nearby, and received an affirmative answer.

Of course, saying it's certain is actually just an inference based on what happened before.

However, this was enough for Marcusil.

Her eyes brightened, and she eagerly pressed on with the question:

"So, senior, did they do that kind of thing that lovers do?"

"How long have you been with them?"

Is there truly an eternal love between humans and elves?

Upon hearing this, Hissworth couldn't help but look up at her.

Although I don't quite understand why this little girl is so gossipy.

But as one of the guests, she put down the knife, wiped her hands, and patiently explained:

"Not long, just two days."

"What kind of thing is that? I'm afraid I can't answer that question, as it concerns the privacy of both of you."

"As for... love that never changes..."

At this point, she gazed at Maruccil meaningfully, a smile playing at the corners of her lips:

"What, are you asking these questions because your father or mother remarried after their partner died?"

"You're a half-elf, aren't you?"

"Eh!" Marusil was a little nervous when her identity was suddenly exposed, but she quickly calmed down.

Although half-elves face rejection, they also have human rights.

At this moment, she slowed her breathing and lowered her brows slightly:

"Yes, I didn't expect you to see through me, senior. I've always been concerned about this matter."

“My mother was an elf, and she chose to remarry after my father’s death. I can’t accept that.”

"Because clearly, my mother used to love my father so much."

Those who yearn for romance cannot tolerate its defilement, which is why Maruccie later separated from her mother.

Now that a similar incident has occurred, she really wants to know the answer.

however…

Hisshuis gave Marcus a deep look, but did not answer her question for the time being.

She silently turned around and continued cutting the meat, then put the cut meat into the pot to stew.

She stirred the meat in the pot while saying softly:

"Love doesn't mean anything; it's just a physiological impulse."

"Although I know this sounds extreme, it is true that there is no love in the world that never changes."

"This is especially true for you, a half-elf."

"As for Lady Celia... I don't know how long she can stay with Lord Ronan."

"It might be a few years, a dozen years, or even decades, or more likely a lifetime, but even so, there is definitely a limit."

"So, face reality, young lady. People like your mother are the norm for most elves."

Marcus was unable to accept it, because this answer almost shattered the romance in her heart.

She longs for the existence of love that never fades, and hopes that one day someone will love her like that.

She was unwilling to follow in her mother's footsteps.

Skimming away the foam on the water, I looked up and saw the two people already standing in front of me.

Ronan could hear their conversation from afar.

He glanced at Celie, whose eyes flashed with displeasure.

She strode forward, her tone displeased:

"Hey, what nonsense are you spouting? Are you saying I would betray Ronan?"

"What a joke! Don't compare other elves to me. Take back what you said."

Unbelievable! I was only gone for a short while, and these two are already chatting about this and that, and they've dragged me into this mess too.

What business is it of my own that Marousir's mother remarried after her partner's death?

The elves in my world are extremely loyal; they can only love one person in their lifetime and can never marry again.

Hisshuis remained silent, while Maruccie looked grateful.

Yes, this is love. Say more to make her believe it even more.

Unfortunately, Celia didn't say anything more after those few words.

Under pressure, Sisley could only bow slightly and apologize softly, but she didn't admit in her heart that she was wrong.

Since the lifespan limit of tall people is there, how can love withstand the erosion of time?

……

soon.

Bubbling and steaming in the soup pot, a rich aroma filled the air, making one's mouth water.

Celia sat down next to Ronan with her arms crossed, staring at Sissy with a hint of displeasure in her eyes.

Beside Celia sat Marcus, and directly opposite her sat Farin.

At this moment, seeing that the stewed dragon meat with apples was ready, Leos quickly ladled out the soup and handed it to everyone.

Taking the soup bowl, Ronan glanced at the golden-yellow dragon meat inside, blew on it gently, and was about to take a bite.

suddenly.

"Wait, let me do it."

Celia interrupted Ronan's actions, reached out and took the bowl from his hand, picked up the spoon and prepared to feed him herself.

"Ok?"

This scene made Ronan frown, and it also excited Maruccie next door, who clenched her fists.

Farin blushed, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

She turned her head away, intending to tell her brother not to look.

Turning around, he saw his brother devouring dragon meat, completely oblivious to what was happening before him.

“Uh…” That makes sense, Farin thought with relief.