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

Leos looked up, about to say something, when Namari suddenly saw Marcusil standing in front of Farin.

Thinking back to when the two of them talked about asking for leave yesterday,

She couldn't help but frown:

"Fallen, is this the friend you mentioned? An elf? What's she doing in the maze? You two aren't planning something, are you?"

The team already has enough members; for every additional person added, the money will be divided more among the members.

This is not a good thing for her. She needs to earn money to pay off her father's debts, otherwise she wouldn't have come here behind Leos's back.

Farin knew about Namari's predicament, so she shook her head repeatedly and explained:

"No, no, no, you misunderstood. She is indeed my friend, but she has no intention of joining us."

"On the contrary, we temporarily joined the teams of two other seniors. We initially planned to say goodbye to you, but we encountered many things along the way."

"Namari, are you alone? Where is the others?"

Namari stepped forward, her brows still furrowed. Suddenly, she saw Sensi again.

She froze on the spot, for in front of Senxi was a skinned monster.

"Ugh..."

A wave of nausea washed over Namari, and she backed away, a look of disgust on her face. "You...you..."

Her face was pale, which looked strange.

Could this dwarf be the senior? That's disgusting.

……

"Let's go."

On the other side, Ronan, holding Celia's hand, quietly left the vicinity of a dead pregnant woman.

In the maze, accidental discharges are common occurrences.

It is also common for a fetus to miscarry due to death.

After all, there are no pregnancy tests in this world yet. To determine whether someone is pregnant, apart from taking a pulse, the only way is through physiological instinct.

Such as morning sickness or menstruation.

Morning sickness usually occurs within four to six weeks, and menstruation also falls roughly within this range.

Before this, even if a woman was pregnant, some mothers would not be able to detect it because the pregnancy was so early in the pregnancy.

The fetus at this stage is not yet fully formed, which is perfect for the use of magic.

"Can it really succeed, Ronan?"

Recalling Luo Nan's earlier actions, he placed a soul into a pregnant woman's womb and used resurrection magic...

Even though the baby was dead, Celia still had a strange feeling.

Ronan shook his head: "That's why we have to give it a try."

"Success is best, failure... is due to the rules of the maze."

"In short, I saved her, I saved her child, and I saved that soul. Now it's up to fate."

"You don't need to worry about this."

Celia remained silent, feeling as if she had violated some taboo, and instinctively tightened her grip on Ronan's hand.

Hopefully, that soul doesn't retain memories of its previous life, otherwise...

Wait a minute... Just as she was worrying about this, Celia's eyes lit up and she suddenly realized a key point.

It seems that having memories of one's past life isn't so bad; it's like having one's own disciple...

Although some people live long lives, they are not immortal. Even with increased regenerative abilities, they can still be countered by certain monsters.

In case of an accident and death, may they be reborn in another life or several more...

Immediately, she tightened her grip on her hands.

……

……

Time passed slowly, and noon approached.

After watching the pregnant woman revive, Ronan walked back with a slightly bewildered expression, and then left the scene with Celia.

Since nothing can be seen before the baby is born, only tracking magic was used, and we plan to check again after eight months.

As he was leaving, he suddenly remembered something and turned to Celia to ask:

"By the way, I've always been curious, do elves have a much longer gestation period than humans?"

"I've heard some stories that immortal beings spend dozens or even hundreds of times more time on this than humans. Is that really true?"

Upon hearing Ronan's question, Celia abruptly stopped in her tracks.

Why are you suddenly asking this...?

However, she composed herself, looked around to make sure no one else was nearby, and then lowered her voice to begin explaining the science:

Where did you hear this from?

"Indeed, our gestation period is longer than that of humans, but it is not exaggerated to hundreds of times."

"At most, it's ten to a dozen times that of humans, and in some special cases, it might take twenty or thirty years."

"Of course, this is from the perspective of pure-blooded elves. Half-elves, like humans, have a nine-month pregnancy period, and at most a few years."

After speaking, she raised her eyes:

"What, Ronan, why are you suddenly interested in this? Let me make it clear beforehand, although I promised you, that kind of thing..."

As Celia was speaking, she suddenly recalled her physical reaction that morning, and her words paused for two seconds without her finishing her sentence.

Desire is something that can erupt at any time...

"That kind of thing?" Ronan glanced at Seria, who hadn't finished speaking.

"What kind of thing?"

“It’s nothing.” Celia shook her head, preparing to take another look; she wasn’t a traditional elf.

Neither of them has parents or other blood relatives, so the marriage is just a formality.

The laws of the human empire do not apply to her.

And they don't want to comply.

Seeing that Celia didn't want to answer, Ronan didn't press her further and changed the subject.

Do elves have longer menstrual cycles compared to humans?

No... it should be, do elves have menstrual cycles?

For years, it seems that Celia has never said that she felt unwell.

Hearing this, Celia was taken aback again, muttering to herself, "Why are they asking such strange questions?"

It's only because she can tolerate it; otherwise, it would be different for other elves...

She exhaled and explained:

"No."

“Our physiological structure differs slightly from that of humans, and this is one of them. Not only elves, but demons are the same.”

"When Goddess created us, she must have used her own template as a model. How could God bleed?"

"As for demons, they are evolved from monsters. I've heard that some demons even have teeth on their genitals for hunting."

"You absolutely must not do that kind of thing out of curiosity; just thinking about it is disgusting."

Teeth? These words opened Ronan's eyes.

Seria is alright if we don't mention her.

One mention…

The two walked side by side, the atmosphere somewhat subtle. Celia noticed Ronan's absent-mindedness and knew what he was thinking, so she couldn't help but hum softly.

She grabbed his hand and pulled him back to reality.

"With me here, why should I go looking for demons? They're just teeth, nothing to see. Or, I could become a demon myself."

"This world should have transformation magic. I remember it can transform you into other races, it's not too difficult."

Upon hearing this, Ronan instantly banished the jumbled thoughts that had been swirling in his mind.

He gazed at Celia, his tone a mixture of doubt and anticipation:

"Really?"

He wasn't surprised by Celie's reaction, because she had long hated having any contact with demons.

Perhaps it was because he was afraid of being tempted by them.

With teeth, everyone who sees it will be confused.

Celia continued walking forward, this time holding Ronan's hand, her tone becoming serious:

"Of course it's true, it's just a change, but it will only happen once."

"I don't want you to focus too much attention on the demons."

“You have me and Vlame, and even adding other people will do, but in short, the demons are absolutely out of the question.”

The attitude was somewhat absolute, which Ronan understood, because demons were universally disliked.

Cannibalism, murder, and utter inhumanity are intolerable to anyone.

After thinking for a moment, Ronan looked away and said:

"Yes, you're right. Let's leave it at that for now. As for the changes, when?"

Despite what Celia said, he had no intention of accepting demons; he was merely exploring the mysteries of life.

If we wait ten or more years, we might as well just go to a small island.