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

Due to the difference in age and experience, Celia knew that there was a generation gap between the two.

This generation gap generally does not affect daily life.

But in order to make her life more fulfilling, she still wanted to eliminate as much of that as possible.

Ronan glanced up at her, somewhat surprised that Celia would make such a request.

But upon closer reflection, this makes perfect sense.

Without compromising one's personality, it's essential to cater to, understand, and accept each other's interests and hobbies to a certain extent—that's how relationships should be between lovers.

He thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, when? Now?"

Celia leaned against the bathroom door frame:

"Let's talk about it after I take a shower, or..."

She seemed to remember something, her gaze sweeping over the clothes not far away, her eyes meaningful, and she nodded slightly.

"You can come in too, and we can talk while you wash."

"If you are already prepared."

After saying that, Celia went into the bathroom, the door half-open and not quite closed.

Soon, the sound of rushing water could be heard, and misty water vapor filled the air.

Through the frosted glass, you could vaguely see her slowly lying into the bathtub, and the scent of roses wafted through the air.

Ronan sat outside, his heart filled with emotion.

……

"Hmm, is that how it is?"

In the bathtub, Celia asked softly, her voice tinged with confusion.

"—Tell me, are you my Master?"

"What is Master? Does it mean master?"

Behind him, Ronan looked up, feeling slightly helpless at her choice of words.

Although this way of speaking is exciting, if people get used to it, things might not go so well if Vlamé hears it.

Ronan gave a simple answer:

"Pretty much, but since it's just a line, try not to use it in front of Vlame, lest it be misunderstood and set a bad example for the children."

Celia turned around, a slight smile playing on her lips:

"What's wrong with the lines? Don't you like them? Besides, we're getting married, so there's nothing wrong with being a little bolder."

It was nothing really, but it was somewhat sudden. In Ronan's view, it was probably a case of being weak in status but strong in identity.

Because their strength is relatively weak, they tend to act on their own initiative in many matters.

However, due to his age, he also displayed the unbridled arrogance and control characteristic of those in high positions.

Celia looked away and continued matter-of-factly:

"Actually, I understand even if you don't say it. You really like this atmosphere, right? You even talked about mixed bathing before."

"Although I didn't agree at the time."

"I have a question for you."

She suddenly changed the subject.

Ronan snapped out of his reverie and asked, "What's the problem?"

"It's nothing." Celia shifted her body slightly, her eyes becoming serious.

"I want to know if you knew me before you arrived in that world, or if I was one of those people?"

"You should understand what I mean, right? Do you want me to remind you?"

These words revealed the true nature of the matter, and the mist thickened, making the surrounding atmosphere seem heavy.

Ronan gazed into her sparkling eyes and fell silent.

He could certainly understand what Celia meant.

Unsurprisingly, Celia began to doubt the very existence of herself.

It's as if people in the virtual world see themselves as nothing more than a mass of data.

As expected, the longer you live, the smarter you become; it was clearly just a slightly amusing performance.

He let out a sigh of relief, gathered his thoughts, and Ronan lowered his head to comfort him.

"Don't overthink it. They are them, and you are you. At least in my eyes, you are real."

"Heartbeat, breathing..."

As he spoke, he touched Celia's skin, and Celia trembled slightly from the ticklish sensation.

"And...emotions."

"If you want to ask me if I know you, my answer is no."

Celia glanced sideways: "Really?"

Her eyes were still sparkling, clearly showing some joy.

Because if the initial contact is driven by some ulterior motive, even if the feelings are genuine, there is still a feeling of being manipulated.

It felt like I was being manipulated.

Ronan nodded firmly: "Really."

Upon seeing this.

Celia leaned back, her expression becoming relieved: "In that case, I'll just trust you for now."

"Let's continue talking about those people's personalities. I want to try to recreate them. Maybe I'll be able to use them when I learn transformation magic in the future."

"What do you think?"

……

The next morning, Ronan woke up in bed right on time.

He glanced at Celia, who was still fast asleep beside him, and tidied her hair, which was sticking up because of her cosplay, before getting out of bed.

After going outside, he saw Senxi cooking.

Upon closer inspection, the white millet inside the pot was tumbling, and steam was slowly rising, but the aroma wasn't particularly strong.

"Is porridge for breakfast today?" Ronan asked.

Senxi nodded: "Yes, but this is not ordinary porridge. I added a lot of concentrated broth from various ingredients."

"You and Miss Celia will certainly like it."

Ronan thought for a moment, then gestured for himself to try it first. After scooping up a spoonful and taking a bite, he nodded in satisfaction.

Despite his unremarkable appearance, he made a name for himself by finding the taste of delicacies in plain porridge.

"good."

Ronan put down his chopsticks and looked up.

"Tell me how to make those broths later. Have you thought about the suggestion I made yesterday?"

"Having such excellent culinary skills, yet having no opportunity to use them, and with no one even knowing who you are, don't you think that's a very sad thing?"

Sensi didn't think so, but after Ronan said that, he vaguely felt the same way.

If someone likes you, it means that all the hard work you've put in over the years hasn't been in vain.

However, due to limited resources, they were unable to obtain more valuable ingredients.

Perhaps only by following Ronan can one further improve their culinary skills.

only…

"Tell me about your past. Is there something you're having trouble telling me?" Ronan interrupted Sensi's thoughts.

Just as he was staring at Senxi, trying to get the truth out of her through his eyes and the atmosphere.

Suddenly, a roar shattered the silence of the fourth floor.

The water churned violently, like waves crashing and surging.

It seemed that the monsters at the bottom of the water sensed the danger and fled into the depths.

Ronan glanced to the side and saw a white dragon flapping its huge wings as it flew in from a distance.

It was chasing a group of "little people," flying while exhaling white vapor, and everything the white vapor touched was instantly frozen.

The “little people” shouted as they stood on the distant shore, their voices a chaotic mess.

Even though Ronan could hear everything, he didn't understand its meaning yet.

But he understood the dragon's roar.

Yes—ants, don't run away.

Raise an eyebrow.

Just then, Heathwhis lifted the tent flap and came out of the house.

She first rubbed her slightly messy hair, her eyes showing a hint of drowsiness.

A moment later, she saw the white dragon, her eyes lit up, and she chuckled softly, saying:

"Ah, it's the White Dragon. My lord, you're really lucky. It's one of the targets we've been looking for. I didn't expect to run into it here."

"White Dragon?" Ronan glanced sideways, remembering.

Indeed, these are the ingredients that Milsilr mentioned are suitable for stewing.

But why is it here?

Hissie explained, "It must have been those orcs who provoked it, sir. You see, the guy killed by the white dragon was an orc."

"They were infamous and were once considered monsters, living in the lower levels of the labyrinth."