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

She exhaled, turned her back to everyone, and began to savor the delicious soup in small sips.

However, that scene kept replaying in my mind.

Even without turning around to look, she could guess how awkward the situation was.

Those seniors were really something, what does it matter if there is eternal love or not?

She doesn't care.

Ding-dong.

I heard the sound of a spoon hitting a bowl behind me; Ronan had probably eaten a piece.

I glanced to the side, and sure enough.

Marcusier's face was completely red, her body trembled slightly, and her excited expression made it seem as if she wished she could take her place.

Upon seeing this, Farin couldn't help but lower her head and sigh.

……

In the arena, Ronan chewed on the dragon meat, a strange feeling welling up inside him.

He knew why the two of them were arguing.

I never expected that I would be the one to benefit.

Celia has too much pride.

"what about the taste?"

Celia blew on the spoon a few times, then handed it back to Ronan, giving Heathwyn a defiant look.

Sisley didn't want to talk, mainly because there was nothing to say. She just silently drank her soup, feeling helpless.

Ronan glanced at the two men, his eyes equally filled with helplessness.

He ate the dragon meat and nodded: "It tastes alright, you should try some too."

After saying that, he took the bowl from Celia's hand and quickly fed her a mouthful, intending to stop her from paying attention to the matter.

Celia made a soft "hmm" sound; the soup was incredibly delicious, which put her in a good mood.

As he was chewing, he suddenly heard Ronan say:

"There's no need to get angry with a maid. If you're not satisfied, just replace her. Of course, ignorance is no excuse."

"There's no one else in this labyrinth who's completely obedient. That's it, Sissy, do you understand?"

"From now on, this matter is strictly prohibited from being discussed without our permission."

"Yes." Hissworth was dejected. What could she say when her master had spoken?

Although she believed her point of view was correct.

Taking advantage of the moment when she lowered her head, Maruccie suddenly raised her trembling hand:

"And what about me? Can I ask?"

"May I ask if either of you seniors has ever done that?"

"that is…"

She stretched out her finger and pointed to her lips from a distance, her face flushed, looking embarrassed.

This scene made Celia squint her eyes.

…I had completely forgotten about that.

Thinking about it carefully... it seems there really isn't one.

How can this be allowed?

Although sovereignty had been declared beforehand, mere words are hardly enough to express it.

Sharing a pillow? That was just to avoid falling behind Vlamé.

He glanced at Hissiey again.

After a moment's hesitation, he swallowed the dragon meat, his fingertips gleaming as he brushed his lips, activating magic to clean his mouth as if it were brand new.

moment.

She moved closer.

"?"

"Wait, you..."

The touch on his lips made him freeze instantly.

"Well…"

"Do not move."

……

……

"...It was so sudden."

A few seconds later, the two separated, and silence fell. Ronan straightened his clothes and couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration in the face of Celia's assertiveness.

Before her stood Marcus, who was completely stunned.

understand.

After all, children shouldn't watch that scene too much.

He never expected this.

Celia acted so impulsively just because of a few words between the two of them.

He's domineering... but he seems alright.

Celia was wiping her mouth while continuing to eat, her eyes filled with smugness as she looked at Sissy.

Once this is done, Ronan will always be one of my people.

Of course, although there was still one last step to take, in Celia's opinion, that kind of thing had to be saved for the most intimate moment.

It might be earlier, but no one can say for sure about these things, so we can't be hasty.

"Come on, Ronan, eat quickly, so we can move around properly."

Celia called out, pulling everyone back to reality.

Marousir snapped out of her daze and, somewhat absentmindedly, picked up the bowl in front of her and took a bite.

The delicious aroma filled her mouth, and instantly, her eyes widened as she wondered... what was she eating?

I put down the bowl, feeling nauseous. I only wanted to eat fruit to fill my stomach…

but.

Don't waste food.

Ronan's voice rang out, seemingly possessing a magical quality.

Marusir instinctively chewed up the dragon meat and swallowed it.

Immediately, she felt so sad she wanted to cry.

Farin noticed this and gently patted her shoulder, signaling her to take it easy.

We've already eaten...

"Come on, have a few more bites," Farin gently urged.

"No, I don't want to... Farin, you can't do this to me."

"But don't you think it tastes great?"

"So what if it tastes good? It tastes good..."

Seeing this, Celia frowned and ordered an interruption:

"Eat quickly, don't waste any more time. This was specially made for you by Ronan. If you don't eat it, are you disrespecting him?"

Upon hearing this, Marcus fell silent.

She looked at the bowl in front of her and the meat inside that smelled delicious. Under pressure, and also because it really tasted good.

She could only eat three large bowls of food while tears streamed down her face.

"Waaah...why..."

Chapter 152, The Engagement with Celie; Senshi Appears After Catching a Farfetch'd.

After cleaning up the dishes, everyone set off again.

Since it was only evening, we could continue traveling for a while longer.

Many monsters attacked during this time, but Ronan easily captured them, skinned them, and stuffed them into the subspace with fluid movements.

The bloody scene made Marusir swallow back all the words she was about to complain about eating monsters.

That's terrifying! What kind of magic is this?

It was one thing to casually open up space before.

Make the monsters disappear...

Frankly, no mage would be uninterested in this.

She felt a strong urge to ask, and her curiosity overcame her fear.

Ronan raised an eyebrow at her: "What, you want to learn storage magic too?"

"Storage? Also?" These words caught Marusil's attention, but upon closer inspection, they made perfect sense.

Given Ronan's immense strength and extensive network, it's not surprising that others have studied his methods.

She thought for a moment and asked:

"Could this be some kind of high-level ancient magic? It would be a lie to say I don't, but... am I qualified?"