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

She was self-aware; firstly, they were strangers, and secondly, her magical skills were not top-notch.

Celia glanced back at her and answered on Ronan's behalf:

"Of course you're not qualified. Do you think just anyone can master this magic?"

"You should know that even within the association, only mages who have been members for more than five years are eligible to exchange for storage magic."

"You're too young, you should just wash up and go to bed."

Her words were blunt, and Marusil was deeply hurt by them, but at the same time, another word entered her mind.

"association?"

My thoughts wandered; I'd never heard of this before and was just about to ask.

Just then, Ronan broke the silence:

"That's not entirely true. The reason why storage magic is difficult to learn is because it requires using magic to create a small space."

"And in this world, space can be freely created using tiny sprites, labyrinths can be built, and space can be distorted..."

“Marusil, you can try this approach.”

"..." Marusil felt a wave of helplessness upon hearing this. Try... how to try? It's easy to say.

If she could do it herself, she wouldn't have had to ask Ronan for help.

She sighed softly, about to say something like, "If it doesn't work out, then forget it."

Suddenly, Farin's exclamation pulled her back to reality from her melancholy.

"Oh no, it looks like someone has been murdered up ahead."

Everyone looked in the direction of her voice and saw a woman in a white dress being stuffed into a large lip flower not far away.

Because it was upside down, everything under the skirt was visible, but unfortunately it was a corpse.

Seeing this, Farin quickly covered Leos's eyes, signaled Marcusil to go and check, and then she ran forward herself.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that beside the woman was a young-looking man who was bound by vines and appeared lifeless.

Pull the woman out.

"Hmm, is it an elf?"

Farin was quite concerned about the rather rounded, pointed ears, but she didn't think much of it and cast the resurrection spell.

Leos then stepped forward and freed the man from the vines.

Ronan glanced at everyone busy at work and then ignored them, but Sissy narrowed her eyes.

She whispered something to Ronan, then quickly walked up to the elven woman.

After the woman regained consciousness, she asked in a low voice, "Fionalu, what are you doing here?"

The elf named Fionalu has light golden hair, sea-blue eyes, and looks to be about seventeen years old.

She was somewhat bewildered at the moment, but as soon as she saw Heath, she immediately showed a look of fear.

Why...why did I run into a canary here?!

She felt bitter and desperate.

Hissworth scoffed:

"I know even if you don't say it, you've been fooled by this kid, haven't you? He's another tall person..."

Her gaze swept over the man... or rather, the boy, and her feelings became inexplicably complicated.

Fiona is a person hired by Canary to monitor the island and gather intelligence. She has been working for three years.

I initially thought she possessed a certain level of professional competence, but now it seems…

"Senior... Senior Hissieh, can you spare us?" Fiona asked in a trembling voice, tears streaming down her face from fear.

She knew she was doomed because she had violated the employment agreement, and the pure-blooded elf would not let her, a half-elf, go unpunished.

But Donnie is innocent; this was only their second time exploring the maze.

At this moment, Farin walked up to the man. She originally intended to cast a resurrection spell, but seeing the subtle atmosphere in the air, she hesitated in the end.

Heathwhistle cried, “Resurrect him, tall girl! I want to see what’s going on here!”

After saying that, she turned her gaze back to Fiona and continued:

"I won't pursue the matter of your dereliction of duty, since I've already broken free from the canary. I just want to know, why are you following him?"

She didn't want to hear the word "love" anymore. She had learned too many lessons today, to the point that she had started to believe in it herself.

Otherwise, why would they all be tall people?

Fiona wiped away her tears. Although she couldn't understand what it meant to leave Canary, she still choked out:

"Because...because of curiosity, I don't know if you can understand, but anyway, I want to see the world inside the maze."

“I’m sixty years old this year and have been working in intelligence for ten years, but I’ve never been to a maze. I want to make up for this regret.”

Hearing this answer, Hissworth nodded slightly and breathed a sigh of relief.

Donnie slowly awoke. After learning what had happened, he immediately knelt down and pleaded for Fiona.

Ronan quietly observed all of this, only noticing the diverse array of people within the maze.

Then, they heard the cause of their deaths.

—In order to hunt down a duck monster.

The one that supposedly carries the man-eating scallion.

"Hmm?" Ronan raised an eyebrow. "Farfetch'd? There's actually such a monster?"

This was something he hadn't expected.

He stepped forward and pressed for answers.

Donnie replied, "Ah... well, I actually heard it from someone else. The duck monster with the man-eating onion appeared a week ago and was wandering around the second floor."

"Because it's the first time it's appeared, some collectors have offered very high prices, and I want to grab it to upgrade my gear."

"After finally getting through the traps on the first level, I was killed by the carnivorous plants."

"Senior, are you also interested in the duck monster?"

Of course, I've seen Pokémon and played Pokémon, so I know what Farfetch'd tastes like...

With this in mind, Ronan extended his senses, and the vast magical energy spread out like ripples, quickly finding the trail of the Farfetch'd.

He called out to Celia, then vanished in a flash, returning two seconds later.

Because of the speed, Donnie hadn't even had time to react before he saw Ronan reappear, carrying a quacking duck in his hand.

The duck held a scallion in its hand, which seemed to have a life of its own, wriggling like an eel, trying to crawl into Ronan's arm.

Upon seeing this, Donnie instinctively took three steps back.

Eyes wide open.

It's a ghost story.

……

“Seria, what do you think about having this duck as a midnight snack?” Ronan reached out and snatched the scallion away, using magic to imprison it.

He recalled how to cook duck and originally decided to make a soup.

But then I remembered that scallions have a rather peculiar nature... so I'll just braise them instead.

However, Celia wasn't that interested.

In her eyes, the duck monster was no different from an ordinary duck, and she was unaware of the edible "value" of the Green Onion Duck IP.

She thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "Tomorrow, I ate too much today, I don't have much of an appetite."

She didn't ask anyone else if they wanted some, because it was obviously something for herself and Ronan, and sharing should be based on abundance.

Leos stared at the duck, his mouth practically watering.

But... Farin tugged at his sleeve, signaling him to calm down. Then she saw Ronan put away the duck monster and prepare to find a place to rest.

……

As night deepened, Fiona and Doni safely left the maze.

Because he provided the information, Ronan personally took care of sending him away to prevent him from being captured by the Canary Squad.

As they left, only the chirping of insects and the faint roars of wild beasts remained in the forest.

Ronan looked at the dark sky and materialized several tents, preparing for a camping trip.

Of course, a barrier was also set up to prevent mosquito bites.

"Hissie, you'll share a room with Milsilr." Ronan arranged the accommodations, then looked at Marousir and asked:

Where do you live? Are you alone?

"No, I want to be with Farin."

Ronan turned his gaze to Farin, who hesitated for a moment but then nodded.

So the tents were assigned, and Leos lived alone.

"By the way, is it okay to take a shower?"

A campfire burned outside the tent, and in its warm glow, Marusir suddenly asked,

"My clothes are covered in blood, I just noticed."

She slowly unbuttoned Farine's coat, revealing her fair abdomen, where the griffin had inflicted wounds that morning.

Seeing this, Ronan replied, "Of course, what about you?"

He looked at the two maids behind him.

Hissworth nodded: "Me too, but where should we wash? Outside? What if this tall guy peeks?"

She was very worried about Leos. Although the man seemed to be only interested in monsters, who knew what he was really thinking?

Fareen vouched for her, but she still didn't believe her.