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

Heath looked at Ronan's actions with some confusion.

“It’s nothing.” Ronan wiped the blood from his hands, his tone indifferent. “Just a worm lurking in the shadows.”

"Go prepare for the morning's itinerary. Have Milsilr come out and ask him how to cook the white dragon bones, and what's the best way to eat the white dragon meat."

He's been looking forward to this for a long time; there's still a succubus he hasn't encountered yet.

Hopefully it's as delicious as she said.

Hissworth nodded: "Yes."

He then turned back to the tent, called out Milsilr, and then discussed the specific cooking methods with Sensi.

A short while later, Celia woke up, ate breakfast, and glanced at the white dragon's corpse, a look of confusion on her face.

When she learned what Ronan had done, she nodded slightly, thinking to herself that it was normal, just liquid nitrogen.

She asked Ronan a question:

"So this white dragon really has no children?"

“They look very noble. I want to catch one and take it back to Vlame to raise.”

"Thinking about it, her birthday is coming up again, isn't it?"

Birthday? Ronan paused for a moment, then nodded.

indeed.

He pondered and said:

"We'll search the other floors later. Just because this white dragon isn't here doesn't mean the others aren't."

"Let's eat first. Remember to comb your hair; you're so overdoing the cosplay that your ahoge (antenna-like hair) won't come down."

When Ronan pointed to her hairstyle, Celia paused for a second.

Then, she quickly pressed her hair down, glanced around, and only when she saw that no one cared about her did she secretly lower her head and breathe a sigh of relief.

After breakfast, everyone prepared to set off, but just then, the group of orcs suddenly arrived.

……

"Hey vegetable vendor, long time no see. Is this your boss?"

Zong En patted Senxi's back forcefully, looking very familiar with him.

His gaze flickered to Ronan, who was talking to Celia not far away, and he asked in a low voice,

"You've struck it rich! Where did you run into him? And what about the white dragon?"

"Judging from the way you're packing your luggage, are you going to the fifth floor?"

He had many questions he wanted to ask, but Senshi could only answer a few. After answering, Senshi remembered something and asked:

“Clan Chief Zong’en, ​​I remember you lived on the fifth floor for twenty years, right?”

"Do you know if that white dragon has any children?"

A child? Zong En was taken aback, then realized that this was Ronan's request, and couldn't help but sigh that the strong are indeed strong.

The orcs were being chased so desperately that they nearly suffered annihilation, and the hunters even wanted to wipe out their descendants.

Out of gratitude for being saved, he spoke up without hesitation:

"I have met her before. It must have been about four years ago, when the maze had just opened and changes had occurred underground. We briefly went to the sixth floor."

"There, we saw the white dragon that lived on the sixth floor at that time, and the eggs it laid."

"If you want to raise a pet, nothing beats an egg. Do you have paper and a pen?"

Once he got paper and pen, he drew the map from that time and then handed it to Mori.

"If I remember correctly, the breeding cycle of dragons is more than five years."

"It's not too late to go now."

Senxi took the map without asking if it was accurate; having a clue was enough.

The task was handed over to Ronan, and the group set off immediately. The orcs stood at attention, their expressions solemn.

At that moment, Zong En suddenly remembered something.

He quickly pulled a box from his person and chased after them.

……

"Hmm...something from a thousand years ago? It doesn't look like it."

What Zon gave Ronan was a metal box with a lion pattern painted on its surface.

He said he found it twenty years ago when he moved into the labyrinth with his father, and it is suspected to be a treasure from the ancient Golden Kingdom.

I had completely forgotten about it, but I suddenly dreamed about it last night and only remembered it this morning.

When it was found, it happened to be during a white dragon attack, so it was taken with it.

He thought it would be a perfect gift to give to Ronan as a token of his gratitude.

Ronan stroked the box, feeling that the texture of the metal was a bit strange.

I wanted to squeeze it hard to test the box's sturdiness, but after thinking about it, I decided against it.

He looked at the lock embedded in it, then handed it to Zircchuk and told him to try to open it.

Then, without any effort, I saw what was inside.

It was a yellowed piece of paper with a white lion's head decoration.

The paper says that the lion's head will choose its master, and is even the guardian beast of the Golden Kingdom, something left behind by the winged lion.

The chosen one will have the qualifications to become king and inherit the Golden Kingdom.

"Ok?"

Ronan raised an eyebrow, finding the text both childish and blunt, brimming with fatalism.

Then the lion's head seemed to come alive and jumped towards Leos.

With a "snap," Ronan grabbed the lion's head.

Leos was stunned. He staggered back, his face filled with surprise and confusion, and said incredulously:

"This... senior, what's going on?"

His eyes widened, his heart filled with doubt and uncertainty. Judging from the situation just now, could it be that he had been chosen?

Ronan nodded, the lion's head still struggling in his palm. He thought for a moment and said:

"I'm not sure, or maybe I chose the wrong one. Let's try again."

After saying that, he released his palm, and the lion's head still charged towards Leos.

Ronan grabbed it again, and said knowingly:

"I see. It seems he slept too long and is still a bit groggy. Let me ask him."

Before Leos could answer, he vanished from the spot, found the black panther, and asked the winged lion if it was a demon of this place.

Ronan knew better than anyone that Leos might have the qualities to become king.

But as things stand, he has absolutely no chance of defeating the Berserker and inheriting the Golden Kingdom.

The only way to defeat it is with the help of the devil.

……

Later, it turned out that Ronan's prediction was entirely correct.

When the black panther saw the lion's head, a rather subtle expression immediately appeared on his face.

It recognized who the other was, and they had even exchanged memories not long ago.

However, Black Panther was puzzled as to why Winged Lion would choose Leos.

Any normal demon could tell which one's desires were more delicious, right?

However, it quickly came to its senses.

Divide and conquer, take a two-pronged approach... this is in line with the greedy nature of the devil.

Given that they had already entered the maze and were enemies of the winged lions, the black panther narrowed his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, and said:

“You are very perceptive; this is indeed the Winged Lion's strategy.”

"Even when we demons are sealed, we can still control monsters, infiltrate adventurers' dreams, and modify their subconscious and even their memories."

"That orc's memory was most likely altered in order to separate Leos from your team."

Having heard Black Panther's words, Ronan understood Winged Lion's purpose.

No wonder he's a demon; he actually did this right in front of me.

If one's own strength were weaker and one's control over the team were poorer, then when faced with the situation of "choosing a master," a rift would inevitably arise between one and Leos.

Black Panther continued:

"Now you only have two paths before you: one is to follow the Winged Lion's guidance and make Leos the so-called 'King'."

"To satisfy Leos's desire, the Winged Lion will inevitably appear at the crucial moment. We just need to catch it then."

"Secondly, thwart the Winged Lion's plot. But if you do that, those two will probably become disloyal to you."

"At that time, the Winged Lion will infiltrate the dream and, with a little manipulation, the first scenario will still occur."

"How will you choose?"

"Choose?" Ronan glanced at the black panther, then crushed the lion's head without a word.

With a snap, a white tentacle emerged from beneath the shattered decorations.

Clearly, this is what gave the lion's head its life.

Ronan reached out and let the body fall from his hands, his tone calm:

"No need to choose, I am the leader of this team. The Winged Lion's seduction? Let it come if it wants."

"I'll see who comes out on top, me or it."