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

She finally felt at ease after deciding to put the temporary bathroom inside the tent and lock Leos in another tent.

Seeing this, Farin sighed helplessly.

What about trust between people...?

The gap is just too big.

……

As the stars twinkled, the crowd dispersed, some washing up, others taking a bath.

Ronan sat by the campfire, looking up at the sky, pondering what he should eat for breakfast the next morning.

Because there are so many edible things here.

It made him suffer from decision paralysis.

Just as he was lost in thought, Celia walked slowly over and sat down beside him.

The flames flickered, casting shifting light and shadow on her face. Ronan glanced at her and asked:

Aren't you going to take a shower?

Although magic can cleanse the body, the comfort of being soaked in hot water is something that magic cannot replace.

Celia pondered for a moment and shook her head: "Let's wait until they've finished washing."

"I'm here to ask what you plan to do with the child, Vlame?"

"And when should we get married? You haven't forgotten our relationship, have you? Have you thought about it?"

"..."

He hadn't really considered it before, because he thought elves were very reserved and introverted.

Even though Celia has a strong personality, the most she can do is hug her; she doesn't even rub against her.

I thought I'd have to wait a few more years...

did not expect…

Recalling the sensation at that moment, he felt somewhat dazed. Supporting himself on the ground, he looked up again at the endless sky and slowly said:

When would you like to schedule it?

"I personally have no objection. Whether it's within a week or a year, it's fine as long as you're ready."

He paused, then continued,

"As for... Vlame, can you really accept her? She's your apprentice, isn't she?"

"Master and disciple... If word gets out, how will you explain it to her parents?"

Honestly, although it sounds exciting, doing it... always feels a bit strange.

It's like I'm letting down the parents.

Celia stared intently at him.

Why explain?

"I've said it before, I don't care about those worldly rules, as long as you're willing. At worst, I'll just give them some extra compensation."

"Since you say it's up to me to decide, then let's set it for the day Vlamé comes of age."

"By then, she may have already made up her mind, and I don't want her to get hurt... even if it's just verbally."

"Do you understand what I mean, Ronan?"

"..."

He roughly understood, and sighed.

"Are you saying that even a verbal respite can hurt her?"

“Not bad.” Celia nodded.

"Volat is very sensitive. Once you show any sign of rejection, she will think that she did something wrong or that she is not attractive enough."

This will affect her confidence, and the loss of confidence can be fatal for a genius.

“As her mentor, I absolutely cannot let this happen, therefore you must take responsibility.”

"Unless she says she doesn't like you anymore, but the probability of that happening is extremely low."

Ronan knew very well why the chances were so slim.

Because of Vlamé's high status, ordinary men had no way of getting close to her.

That feeling of being both close and distant made Ronan feel somewhat sentimental.

His first contact was probably with Frillie. Judging from how things unfolded, if this were a novel, she should be the main female lead, right?

Did the green plum really lose to the sudden arrival of the heavens?

Although I didn't spend much time with Frilian.

Letting out a breath, Ronan said helplessly:

"I see."

"Speaking of which..."

He suddenly remembered something and then asked, "When do you mean adulthood?"

……

The campfire gradually died down, and the flickering flames became less intense.

Celia got up, lifted the tent flap, and went to take a shower.

Ronan sat quietly in front of the flames, his thoughts drifting involuntarily.

"Fourteen years old..." He lowered his head and muttered to himself, "As expected... but it's still a bit too early."

"Given her personality, she'll probably interrogate me about it then..."

"Well, let's take it one step at a time. It's a bit of a hassle, but it's not impossible. In short, agreeing doesn't mean we'll get married on the spot."

"Alas, the evil old society."

With a sigh, Ronan lay down, sprawled out on the ground, and gazed at the sky.

He could already picture the expressions on Vlame's parents' faces.

Speaking of which, what should I call them from now on?

Hopefully they can accept it.

It's amazing.

We were complete strangers not long ago...

……

The next morning, Ronan got up and stewed a pot of soup, which was of course not duck soup.

Based on what he learned about the second floor yesterday, he went to find a plant called Mandrake.

This grass resembles a human figure, but it is ugly, much like the painting titled "The Scream".

But its delicious taste and incredible magic make it suitable for almost any dish.

Ronan was simmering soup when suddenly, he heard a rustling sound coming from the bushes not far away.

He looked up alertly and saw a head emerge from the bushes.

The man wore a horned steel helmet and had a thick black beard, standing out starkly from the surrounding green environment.

Ronan noticed him immediately. The man sniffed the fragrance in the air and slowly walked forward.

"You're doing it wrong. Mandrake shouldn't be stewed with fruit and meat. If you do it that way, the meat will taste very bitter."

The man's words were somewhat abrupt, but Ronan still understood their meaning.

He frowned and asked, "How do I cook it? Who are you?"

Ronan sized up the person in front of him. He was rather short, so he was probably a dwarf or a goblin, or perhaps a tall dwarf.

Upon hearing Ronan's words, the man stopped and bowed slightly in acknowledgment.

“Excuse me, my name is Sensi, and I am a dwarf.”

"If you don't mind, please let me do it."

"I have quite a bit of experience in cooking monsters."

"Senshi?"

To be honest, Ronan was skeptical, because the dwarf looked rather rough around the edges.

But they couldn't resist the other party's confident and earnest pronouncements.

Think for two seconds.

'...Let him try first. Even if he fails, it won't matter; it'll just be a waste of some monsters. There's no shortage of monsters here.'

Thinking of this, Ronan turned to the side, gesturing for Sensi to come closer, and then Sensi began to demonstrate his culinary skills.

He first tasted the soup, his expression relaxing, then tasted the meat, and his brows furrowed instantly.

Without hesitation, he poured the soup into the iron pot he carried with him.

He skillfully started a fire, took out some herbs from his person and added them to the pot. Bubbling and gurgling, the liquid in the pot began to boil, seemingly starting a distillation process...

Wait, distillation?

Ronan raised an eyebrow upon seeing this:

"what are you doing?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I just thought the soup was good and shouldn't be wasted, so I wanted to filter out the oil and turn it into water with magical properties."

"You must have added a lot of fruit, the aroma of which even overpowers the taste of the meat."

Indeed, some monsters' flesh smelled too strong. After listening to Senxi's explanation, Ronan pondered for a moment and then stopped bothering with it.

Then Senxi walked to a stone block and started chopping vegetables. The knife in his hand seemed to have some weight, making a heavy sound.