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

How can you find someone like that? There's no such woman in the world.

Although it's frustrating, we can only take it one step at a time.

Hopefully, in the future, my brother's aesthetic sense will become more normal.

And so, with the feeding, Leos's complexion gradually regained its rosy hue, and his muscles gradually became fuller.

As for the one who bewitched Chilchak, it was a voluptuous halfling woman with long golden hair.

Although she is beautiful, her features are only average and not particularly memorable.

After cutting open its belly, Ronan squatted down and carefully examined the internal features, beginning to search for the organs that stored bodily fluids.

Once found, gently cut it open and collect the rest in sequence. The harvest was quite plentiful, about 300 milliliters.

According to Milsilr, these 300 milliliters are enough to be concentrated into 100 milliliters of a potent potion.

It can be added to beverages, soups, or even dishes, and the flavor will be enhanced two to three times.

The supply cannot meet the demand.

However, even though she said that, Ronan still felt it wasn't quite enough.

One hundred milliliters, three or four drops at a time, and it's gone in a few hundred drops.

"Let's keep searching, we still have plenty of time. Let's also find some two-horned beasts, one unicorn isn't enough to go around."

Ronan stood up and left the room again with Celia.

Farin then remembered something and quickly followed.

Marcusel, sensing something amiss from the repeated attacks, followed behind them.

After taking care of their personal hygiene under Celia's guidance, the two realized how dangerous the seventh floor truly was.

Without a mentor, encountering a succubus would be a truly hopeless scenario, even just imagining it.

……

"Speaking of which, should we remove our mental defenses and see what our respective sweethearts really look like?"

While walking down the street, Celia suddenly made this suggestion.

She glanced sideways at Ronan, a smile playing on her lips:

"It's just the two of us left, this is a rare opportunity."

She already knew that Ronan had feelings for her.

But besides herself, she couldn't be sure how many others there were.

Coincidentally, succubi can reflect one's true inner thoughts, and their appearance perfectly verifies these thoughts.

Ronan nodded almost without hesitation: "Okay."

"So decisive?" Celia raised an eyebrow. "Won't you reconsider?"

"There's no need. It has to be you. Even if other people come along, would you mind?"

Celia wanted to say yes, but the words stuck in her throat because she had already mentally prepared herself for it.

Even if the other disciples appeared, she would consider it normal, because the maze amplifies desires.

As she exhaled, and the fragrance drew nearer, Celia saw the reflection of the most beautiful partner in their hearts.

With a wave of her hand, she killed him; she was certain in her heart that she couldn't live without him.

however.

What appeared before Ronan made Celia narrow her eyes slightly.

"Why are there still silver hairs?"

This is a questioning tone.

It was obvious that she knew very well who the silver hair represented.

“Frilian…”

"I didn't expect this..."

Chapter 161, The Magic That Directly Impregnates Elves, Fierce Battle

Celia fell silent. She didn't dislike Frilian, but she just looked down on her.

Therefore, when she saw the succubus in front of her with features related to Frilian, she was surprised.

A strange feeling suddenly welled up in my heart.

Although she could tell herself that the silver hair wasn't necessarily related to Frilian, but perhaps to someone else, she knew that was just self-comfort.

Of everyone present, who has silver hair?

"you…"

Turning to look at Ronan, who appeared calm and composed, it seemed he had anticipated all of this.

After all, the first person they came into contact with was Frilian, so they must have been very impressed.

He just didn't expect that this profound impression would be reflected here.

Noticing Celia's gaze, Ronan waved the creature away and glanced sideways, saying:

"A succubus is indeed a succubus; she even knows that I like white-haired people."

"You just mentioned Frilian, right? You also believe that this creature is related to her?"

"Otherwise what?" Celia rolled her eyes at Ronan, knowing full well what he was asking.

She exhaled and shook her head, saying:

"You don't need to explain to me."

"As I said before, as long as it doesn't slow you down and it's something you both agree to, I can accept it."

"I just didn't expect you to be interested in that little girl. White Hair? I remember you mentioning her before."

"That spatial slash before, it seems, was inspired by this too."

Similar to these, these are all characters he likes, except...

The succubus ahead continued charging with a smile. Ronan caught her with a wave of his hand, disemboweled her, and said nonchalantly:

"Frilian is not young anymore, she's over two hundred years old."

"Although I don't know exactly how old an elf is when she is considered an adult, she is much older than Vlame."

"So what? In my eyes, she's still a little girl who hasn't fully grown up. How far has your relationship progressed?"

Celia watched Ronan's actions, recalling the previous moments, and suddenly frowned and asked a question.

Ronan looked back, thought for a moment, but did not answer, because he was not sure how far things had progressed.

He taught her a lot of magic; theoretically, they were teacher and student, but in his mindset, he treated her like a daughter.

Frillie's overly naive mind prevented him from harboring any evil thoughts.

However, the desire for possession does exist.

Ronan's silence appeared to Celia as a hesitant expression of "I don't know whether I should say it or not."

A sense of crisis welled up in her heart.

However, before she could even ask him a question, Ronan got up, put away the bottle full of juice, walked over to her, and patted her on the shoulder to comfort her:

"Don't overthink it. Although my hair is silver-white, my face looks just like yours."

"This is enough to show that you always hold the most important place in my heart."

"You said it yourself, she's just a little girl, how could she possibly stand against you?"

As he spoke, he shook the small bottle in his hand, the liquid swirling and reflecting a faint light.

He gazed at it, pondered for a moment, and continued:

"Besides, that girl Frilian is naturally aloof, and she probably doesn't even understand what love is yet."

"It will probably take decades or even centuries for her to understand this."

"Over such a long period of time, you and I might even have children together, so why are we afraid that she will surpass us?"

That being said, aren't I myself an example of someone who came from behind and surpassed others?

Celia frowned and retorted rather seriously:

"A few hundred years is nothing to elves."

"Throughout my long life, there have been many examples of aloof spirits who suddenly attained enlightenment."

"However, what you said is not wrong..."

After she finished speaking, she seemed to realize something and asked, "When do you plan to let her start experiencing it?"

"And, child... there's something I forgot to tell you before: elves have very difficulty conceiving."

"If you want it, I suggest you prepare yourself mentally."

What kind of mental preparation?

Celia glanced at him, then crossed her arms:

"You know the answer already. Forget it, it's pointless to ask. Let's go back, or continue searching for the two-horned beast?"

"Have you considered my previous suggestion about breeding succubi?"

"I think they're great; they allow you to glimpse the true heart..."

As they walked, Ronan answered questions while remembering something.

He naturally understood what Celia meant.

It simply requires relying on time and attempts to gamble on the probability, which may be one in a thousand or one in ten thousand.

However, since the essence of magic is imagination, is there a kind of magic that can directly lead to pregnancy?

They even have magic that can make flowers bloom directly.