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

Seria was speechless. After regaining her senses, she couldn't help but spit out a curse.

Instant pregnancy? What kind of magic is this? While it's convenient, but…

"I don't know, and I don't want to know. Don't expect me to develop it. The reproduction of elves has never relied on these strange and unusual things."

"You're not allowed to develop it either, understand? Otherwise..."

She didn't say anything about "otherwise," but her tone didn't sound very stern.

Ronan's lips curled slightly, but he couldn't help but shake his head inwardly, thinking that he needed the capital to develop it himself.

He still doesn't understand the mechanism of the blooming magic.

It seems we can only rely on others.

Vlamé?

With her talent, perhaps she can, but everything will have to wait until she grows up.

After all, at such a young age, even with talent, it's all for naught without experience.

With a sigh of relief, the two gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor.

……

Meanwhile, in Golden Country, the atmosphere was heavy, as if a great battle was about to break out.

Because the other dimension is extremely far from the floor, even if Hissl flies at full speed, it would take more than a day to reach it.

Therefore, when Mislen arrived, she saw the magician's eye used to monitor the situation here—the red dragon.

They immediately realized that they had less than a day left.

"If your target is a demon, then you should appear tomorrow, right?"

"...It was a really tough battle."

Mislen frowned slightly, a serious look in his eyes.

He was sitting on a bed in the center of the room, having been invited by the villagers to dinner, and his magic was gradually returning.

It must be admitted that Huangjinxiang lives up to its name.

Everything was as beautiful as gold.

No natural disasters, no human calamities, no death, no disease, and bountiful harvests year after year…

A random human actually lived longer than an elf.

If it weren't for the rampaging magicians controlling this place, it would be a paradise on earth.

Unfortunately, immortality is both a blessing and a curse.

"The work of a devil is truly disgusting. Indeed, such a thing should never exist in this world."

"No matter what, we must kill it."

With seven-tenths of his magic restored, Mislen clenched his fist, lowered his eyes, and exhaled.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Lysion walked in leading a white wolf.

He was slightly taken aback when he saw that Mislen was awake, and then said, "Captain, you're not asleep yet?"

"Since you're not asleep, let's see what monsters I found."

"It can merge with me, greatly enhancing my combat power."

"I think it should be able to help us a little in tomorrow's battle against the berserker mage."

Mislen raised her eyes, remaining silent, thinking to herself that the Mad Mage was never a true enemy.

Monsters are completely useless against demons, which are creatures that are entirely idealistic.

However, after thinking about it, he ultimately didn't voice his thoughts, but simply waved his hand:

"Okay, I understand. But I want to be alone for a while."

"If you really have nothing to do, go ask Yaad what the weakness of a mad mage is."

"As the grandson of that emperor back then, he should know some things that we don't."

Lysion wanted to argue that searching for monsters was also a way to become stronger, but then he realized that his captain was right.

However, before leaving, he expressed his concerns:

"Captain Mislen, don't put too much pressure on yourself. We've already given it our all to get this far."

"Even if we fail, there's no other way, after all, our opponents are our seniors and the berserker mage."

"Get some rest."

His tone seemed somewhat wistful. He looked up, only to see that Lysian had already closed the door and left.

A long silence returned to the room, and Mislen sighed deeply.

He knew it all along, but…

……

"Don't the seniors ever rest?"

On the seventh floor of the maze, Ronan took Celia out for several hours and they still haven't returned.

Farin lay beside Marcusil, recalling what had happened before, a sense of worry welling up in her heart.

"It can't be..." she hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.

Marcusil waved her hand to interrupt:

"Alright, Farin, don't worry, they must have run into something interesting that's why they haven't come back."

"Instead of worrying about them, we should worry about ourselves. The monsters here are too strong."

"The knowledge taught in school is completely useless. Don't you think we should leave?"

Although her wish has not yet been fulfilled, she is self-aware enough that she can't even survive on the seventh floor, let alone the lowest floor.

Anyway, Farin is still young, and it's not too late for her to find the magic to prolong her life in the next few decades.

Upon hearing this, Farin hesitated for a few seconds, then shook her head and said:

"I don't want to leave. Don't forget that my brother and I will have to rely on our seniors for our livelihood from now on."

"It may be dangerous, but you'll also gain a lot. If you're scared, you should leave first. I'll talk to my senior."

However, Maruccio refused, as if she had become a coward.

Just as he was about to ask Farin what she had gained, several horses suddenly neighed outside.

At the same time, there were several footsteps.

When they lifted the tent flap, the sight before them stunned them.

Six unicorns were seen circling around Celie.

She acted as if she were the one everyone wanted.

"This……"

……

"Fallen, do you think we're dreaming?"

Because everything before her eyes was so unreal, after a brief moment of daze, Marcusil subconsciously asked a question.

Because she never imagined that one day she would see so many unicorns.

That's not what the textbook says.

Living alone, arrogant...

Now they gather and fawn...

My worldview has been turned upside down.

Farin opened her mouth, exhaled a puff of white air, but didn't know what to say.

The previous worries vanished without a trace, replaced by a deep sense of emotion, surprise, and envy.

After all, to have gained so much, it was clearly an interesting adventure.

I think I know, and I really want to experience it…

She pinched her thigh, took a deep breath, and said seriously:

"It hurts so much. This isn't a dream. It must be that the seniors wiped out the entire seventh floor."

"I should have thought of that. By the way... do you still want to leave here?"

"I don't want to think about it." Marusil shook her head. Just kidding, so many unicorns combined are stronger than her.

Even without relying on his seniors, he could ensure his safety simply by hiding behind the unicorn.

What's there to be afraid of?

With this in mind, the two retreated back into the tent.

Outside the tent, Luo Nanfang had just noticed their movements when Celia's voice suddenly rang in his ears:

"How should we allocate them?"

Ronan snapped out of his reverie and casually remarked, "One for each of us would be fine. Isn't that what we're after?"

Because they symbolize purity, their symbolic meaning outweighs their practical use, especially since the small horns on their heads are believed to purify water.

Any liquid will turn into water upon contact; this conceptual ability is very useful.

Celia nodded slightly in agreement: "That's true."

"Let's tie them up here for now. We've captured quite a few succubi, now all that's left is the demons we haven't encountered yet."

"We're heading to the very bottom tomorrow, Ronan. Are you confident?"

Ronan hesitated for a moment, but did not immediately give a definite answer.

Because he didn't know which of the two demons had a greater appetite.

But then he remembered that even if Black Panther failed, it wouldn't matter; he could just use the Winged Lion. So he easily said: