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

"Ugh... Lysion, where are we?"

Fletcher's vision was blurry. She dry-heaved and asked weakly to Lysion, who was carrying her on his shoulder.

The magic power had been used continuously for a day and a night, and was somewhat depleted, so I had to recall the familiar.

At this moment, she was both dizzy from the magic and dizzy from her physical body; in short, she felt extremely uncomfortable, and everything she saw was double.

Lysion stopped, slightly adjusted the position of Freych on his shoulder, observed the dim surroundings, and judged:

"It should be the third floor."

The third floor, consisting mainly of corridors and stone chambers, was once known by some as the Golden City.

Although the gold on the wall has been stripped away by adventurers, some traces of its former glory remain.

Fletcher was puzzled: "Why are you so slow? At your speed, we should be on the fifth floor by now, right?"

"Yes, but don't forget the situation on the second floor. It's already quite fast that we managed to escape from so many monsters."

Lysion continued running, his wolf ears twitching as he listened intently to the sounds around him, avoiding any potential humans, and continued...

"According to the captain, running fast doesn't guarantee success, because to catch the demon, we must find the Berserker Mage."

"The whereabouts of the Berserker are currently unknown, but fortunately, we have information provided by Ota, and that is our target."

"What goal?"

"Living painting".

……

A so-called "living painting" is a painting that has been enchanted.

The scenes, people, and objects in the painting are all different, but they all have one thing in common: they are all living things.

Once inside, one can see the scene depicted in the painting and perfectly experience what happened at that time.

Lysion was looking for a painting related to a mad mage.

……

"But do you know what a mad mage looks like?"

"French asked, as time passed, her magic recovered somewhat, and her mind gradually cleared."

Lysian ran down the corridor and answered:

"There's no need to know. The fact that he was hated by the residents of the Golden Kingdom shows that he must have been very famous back then."

"In other words, he might be the most powerful one."

"Of course, it doesn't matter even if it isn't him. This is just an attempt. Anyway, it's impossible to find him in a short time, so let's try another way."

Indeed, the identity of the Mad Mage remains a mystery to this day.

Fortunately, Ota was there. She used the island's underworld power to sort out all the events since the labyrinth appeared.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have thought of using the live drawing to find clues.

Fletcher breathed a sigh of relief, and once his magic power had recovered by half, he used his familiar again to begin searching for traces of the living painting.

Soon, several paintings were found in a relatively secluded bedroom.

The painting depicts a king and an elf spending time together in his bedroom a thousand years ago.

The elf had silver hair, dark brown skin, and was dressed like a court clown.

Lysian examined it for a few seconds, then gestured:

"Go get me a rope, I'll be right back."

After a while, he tied the rope around his waist, tightened it, and then jumped into the living painting.

Three minutes later, the rope moved, and Frederick pulled him out with all his might.

The first thing to appear was a bloodstained right hand, which suddenly grabbed the picture frame with a loud "bang."

She was startled, and her heart clenched.

"Are you alright?" Fridge asked anxiously.

Lysian climbed out of the picture frame, now severely injured, unlike before.

A large gash had been torn open in his abdomen, and blood was gushing out, filling his nostrils with a pungent, metallic smell.

He leaned against the wall, his face pale, tensing all his muscles to stop the bleeding while coughing up blood:

"Cough cough, what do you think? Do you think I'm alright? I saw him, that damn guy."

"The elf in the painting is a mad magician. I don't know if it's good luck or bad luck."

"I was struck by ancient magic as soon as I came up, and it said I was going to assassinate the king...**".

He muttered a couple of curses in Elvish, then added, "Thank goodness it wasn't you who went in."

Fridge was relieved, because even someone as strong as Lysion was almost instantly killed.

But then he was plunged into deep worry:

"I don't know healing magic for your injuries... Are we now unable to move?"

"Yes, but it's okay, let's notify the captain first..."

Lysion took a deep breath, clutching his wound, paused for two seconds, panting, and continued, "While you're at it, prepare a teleportation spell."

"Judging from the time it takes, the support sent by His Majesty should have arrived by now."

"Our current task is to collect the other living paintings so that we can reconstruct the events of a thousand years ago from a different perspective..."

"If we know how he became the master of the labyrinth, perhaps we can find the demon's location..."

"Ahem, don't just stand there."

"Take immediate action."

"Yes."

Despite the unexpectedly busy schedule, Fletcher was somewhat overwhelmed, but she had no other choice at the moment.

Only by finding the demon can the initiative be taken into the Canary's hands, preventing her from being exploited by her predecessors.

Everything is for the sake of world security.

……

Ronan and his group arrived at the third level, because there wasn't much distorted space there.

So, as soon as Ronan arrived, he saw the Canary's group's movements.

Upon hearing his words, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"Good job, that deserves recognition. Keep it up, canaries."

“I am with you.”

With this in mind, Ronan turned his attention to Farin and Leos beside him and asked about the living painting's condition:

“Fallen, Leos, do you know about living paintings? How much do you know about them?”

He pondered that if live painting could recreate the scene in the painting, then this technology could be used for filming.

For example, recording beautiful moments with yourself, Celia, or others.

How perfect this is.

However, compared to Ronan's interest, Farin was completely bewildered.

—Why bring this up all of a sudden?

If she remembered correctly, living paintings were extremely dangerous "creatures"...

But since the senior asked, he must have had his reasons.

After thinking for a moment, Farin answered with everything she knew:

“There are two types of paintings: those depicting scenery and those depicting people.”

“Landscape painting is safer because it doesn’t move. Even if there are people, they are still within the landscape. But it’s different when you’re just painting people in a living, breathing way.”

“Their attention is entirely focused on the outside world. Once they see a living creature, they will ruthlessly drag it into the painting and eat it.”

"Considering the overall risks, this falls under the category of ancient magic..."

At this point, she pursed her lips and glanced at Maruccie.

“Hey, Marcusil, if I remember correctly, you’re studying ancient magic, right?”

"I don't know much about live drawing. Do you know more about it?"

When the topic turned to her, Marcusel suddenly snapped back to reality.

Although she didn't know why the topic of "living paintings" had suddenly come up, she still frowned slightly and pondered before saying:

"There are many kinds of ancient magic."

"My main research focuses on how to extract energy from the [infinite] other dimensions; the art of drawing is not within my research scope."

"However, I know someone is researching it."

As she spoke, she raised her head.

"Senior, do you want to learn how to create living paintings? I personally think you don't need to go to such lengths."

"After all, everything here was created by the Lord of the Labyrinth. He should know all the steps involved in creating the living painting. We just need to capture him."

Indeed, those involved are often blinded by their own perspective; recalling what he had seen, Ronan nodded.

There's another reason to reach the deepest level, and the desire to explore is even stronger, because there's definitely more interesting magic yet to be discovered.

After gathering their thoughts and glancing at Celie, the topic was temporarily set aside, and the group continued on their way.

……

"Speaking of which..."

Not far along, Ronan looked at the adventurers passing by and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

He glanced at Leos's team and asked, "Is your team just the three of you?"