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

The girl noticed Ronan's gaze, but was too shy to look up.

She was deeply conflicted because the village elders said that young elves like her should not have too much contact with humans.

Especially male humans.

The specific reason is unclear, but she has always strictly adhered to this rule.

I never expected that getting lost would ruin everything today.

Seeing the girl's hesitant look, Ronan assumed she was worried about her future and snapped out of his reverie.

He had no idea what the elven girl was thinking.

Just speaking casually as a passerby:

"I understand the general situation now. You want me to take you home, right?"

"Unfortunately, I'm also new here and don't know much about my surroundings."

"But... never mind, do you know which direction your house is in? Or at least roughly where it is located?"

"Give it a try, I've been here long enough."

"I've finally met someone, even if they might not be human, who cares... Elf, what's your name?"

The girl slowly raised her head upon hearing the question.

Her white hair fluttered in the wind.

She pursed her lips, and seeing that Ronan seemed to mean no harm, she hesitated for a moment before finally uttering a few words:

"Frilian".

Her voice was flat and cold, devoid of any emotion, like a stream flowing quietly through the forest.

After pausing for a moment, seemingly adjusting to her surroundings, she carefully observed Ronan and then asked in return:

"Human, what's your name?"

Chapter 2, Part 2: What?! I'm the hero?

Ronan gave his name.

Although he felt that the name Frillian sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before, he didn't pay any attention to it.

Since this is the first time we've met, whether we've heard of her before or not, getting to know her in advance won't increase our positive impression of her.

So, after the brief exchange, Frillie gradually lowered her guard.

She stood there for a moment, then pointed her pale finger hesitantly in a direction: "It should be there, in our village."

Ronan nodded slightly upon seeing this.

He knew this was a judgment the girl made based on intuition, and it might not be entirely accurate, but he didn't care whether it was accurate or not.

If all else fails, we can use flight; we'll eventually find Frillian's house.

As for now... let's leave it at that. We don't understand the combat system of this world, lest we scare the kids.

……

After some time of searching, a small village appeared faintly in the distance.

Perhaps due to the terrain and the era, from a distance it seems to transport one back to the Middle Ages.

The woods, the stream, and the barking of dogs gave Ronan a sense of rustic charm.

We haven't gotten close yet.

Because of the speed, and fearing she couldn't keep up, Frillie, who was being carried on Ronan's back, held up one finger and suddenly said:

"It's just ahead. Looks like we're in luck."

Ronan, who was flying by, slowed down.

Frillian continued, "Why don't you rest for a while? By the way, are you a warrior?"

“I have seen some elven warriors, but none of them seem to be as fast as you.”

"Did you cast some kind of spell?"

"magic?"

Ronan raised his eyebrows slightly.

Before he could answer the question, Frillie suddenly remembered something and quickly said:

"By the way, put me down later. Our village doesn't really welcome humans."

"Although we won't actively drive them away, it wouldn't be good if it caused a misunderstanding."

The elves have a slightly different concept of time than humans, so they are always very slow to notice changes in the outside world.

Many people are still stuck in the era when elves were traded as commodities a thousand years ago.

It was at that time that an unparalleled genius was born among the elves.

She accomplished in a few decades what others took hundreds or even thousands of years to achieve, and her magical skills reached the pinnacle of the world.

With her presence, the elves' situation improved slightly, and no one dared to provoke them easily anymore.

Even so, bad things still happen occasionally.

After all, with mountains high and emperors far away, human greed can never be satisfied.

Ronan nodded gently, understanding Frillie's concerns.

As they approached the village, he put Frilian down.

Frillie straightened her clothes and then walked quickly toward the village.

Ronan watched her leave, stood there for a while, and then saw her return with an elder elf.

This elder had an air of otherworldly wisdom and appeared extremely intelligent; he must have lived for at least several thousand years.

When he saw Ronan, he originally only intended to express his gratitude, because the village was not doing well recently and food was scarce.

Even if Ronan sent little Frillian back, given the situation of his clan, he couldn't possibly make the absurd decision to leave her here.

At worst, I'll just give him a few magic books.

But when the elder elf looked closely, he saw the longsword Ronan was carrying on his back.

In an instant, he opened his eyes wide, which had been slightly narrowed, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

"this…"

"This is…"

Then, as he approached Ronan, he bowed slightly and said respectfully:

"I never expected it to be the Hero."

Why are you here?

"Are you perhaps looking for allies to defeat the Demon King?"

Before Ronan could react, the elder elf pulled Frillie over and gestured for her to lower her head slightly to avoid being impolite.

Frillie was also taken aback.

Brave?

he?

what's the situation?

Although she was still young, Frilian had heard of the legend of the hero.

It is said that he exists to defeat the Demon King, a terrifying creature born a thousand years ago, who is the king of the demon race.

Demons are evil, bloodthirsty, and inhuman; wherever they go, they leave ruins, and everyone has the right to kill them.

The Demon King was even more infamous.

Over the past few centuries, many heroes and great men have challenged him, but all of them have failed.

The reason for their failure was that they did not have the Sword of the Hero, which, according to the storybook, is the absolute symbol of a hero.

Only the hero who possesses the Hero's Sword can defeat the Demon King.

But a pity.

So much time has passed, and no one has ever drawn the Hero's Sword.

This situation led to the demons becoming increasingly rampant, and hundreds of years ago they formed a large army and began to wantonly conquer human territory.

Today, many of the elven people's homes have been massacred, and many elves have been forced to become homeless.

Although Frilian longed to protect her people like the protagonists in those storybooks.

Unfortunately, she was too young and didn't have enough strength.

Before she grew up, she only regarded the stories of heroes as legends.

did not expect…

Frillie secretly observed Ronan for a long time, but she couldn't see any resemblance between him and the hero.

In other words, as a human, their appearance is no less than that of the elves.

That's all...

Frillie couldn't understand it, and Ronan was even more confused.

How did he suddenly become a hero?

Could this world be some kind of alternate world toilet paper series? Anyone with a bit of knowledge could spot the hero in a crowd at a glance?

Has he become a dragon-like invincible protagonist?

That doesn't make sense.

Wait a minute... thinking about it carefully, the cheat code "Wind Spirit Moon Shadow" is even more powerful than some cheat codes.

Long Aotian isn't necessarily bad, but...