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

However, before they could get close, the winged lion suddenly threw the lifeless-eyed Hisl into the dragon horde that was engulfing Mithril.

The movements were swift and clean, startling Patadru into a daze, but fortunately, she managed to pick up the book during the process.

The winged lion didn't stop her for some reason, which puzzled her greatly.

But then she understood the truth behind everything the winged lion had done.

Swish!

Suddenly, two figures appeared in the sky.

They were high up, looking down at everything below.

Upon seeing this, Patadlu held her breath, instinctively took a step back, and tightly gripped the book in her hands, secretly thinking that something was wrong.

I never expected that my senior would actually come...

not good!

……

"Hmm? The battle is over? It looks like Canary won. That shouldn't be the case."

"Is the Winged Lion really that useless? It can't even protect the Lord of the Labyrinth?"

Ronan's gaze swept over the corpse of Hisl, which was faintly visible among the dragons, and his eyebrows involuntarily twitched slightly.

Judging from the injuries on his body, they were likely caused by a sharp weapon, like marks left by the claws of a wild animal.

Did Lysien do it?

It's no wonder he thinks that way.

Because Lysion was right next to the corpse, in a state of frenzy, his white fur looking as if it had been drenched in blood.

Of course, since the Lord of the Labyrinth is not very important, the book in the Lord of the Labyrinth's hand is the most important.

Therefore, when Ronan learned that the Canary had won, he turned his attention to the other team members.

Then he immediately noticed what Patadlu was holding.

Ronan nodded slightly; he hadn't been sealed away, so it seemed he hadn't arrived too late.

With his target within reach, he no longer concealed his purpose and shouted towards Patadru:

"Give me the book you're holding, young lady."

The reason for allowing the canary to act was to achieve the current situation.

You can travel and have fun while effortlessly obtaining the demon.

Patadru looked flustered upon hearing this, tightening her grip on the book even more, as if to say, "Don't even think about it."

She took a deep breath, suppressing her unease, and said loudly:

"Seniors, you can't do this! Demons are evil and should be sealed away. They shouldn't be controlled by anyone!"

"Please step back. We will provide you with appropriate compensation afterward. Thank you!"

Although it was said in a pleading or entreaty tone, and he lowered his head after speaking, his tone still seemed to have a sense of bravado.

Ronan smiled slightly.

Before he could answer, the winged lion suddenly walked behind Patadlu, grabbed her shoulder without saying a word, and whispered a few words to her.

Because their actions were so undisguised, Ronan clearly heard what they were saying.

—Because he was sealed away, he had long hated Hisl, which is why he betrayed him and wanted to surrender.

"Ha, just as Black Panther said, he's trying to have his cake and eat it too. He switched from Leos to Canary?"

"I like it even more now that I have a good appetite, but eating too much isn't good."

Admittedly, the more a winged lion eats, the stronger it becomes, and the greater the probability of its wish being granted. But there are more than just one or two demons in the world.

The most valuable thing is to use their appetite to satisfy the desires of the canary group.

It makes no sense to rob commoners instead of the wealthy and powerful.

then.

"Black Panther, go for it! Don't give it a chance. It's either eat or be eaten. Your chance to become stronger depends on this."

Ronan pulled out a black book, and as a black mist surged, the black panther suddenly appeared.

Patadru was initially hesitant because she believed that one should not try to provoke a demon.

However, when she saw that Ronan indeed also had a demon on him,

Immediately, his eyes widened, and disregarding his own position, he retreated repeatedly and shouted:

"I am willing to become the master of the labyrinth, please defeat your predecessor!"

"The senior has been corrupted by that leopard; we must kill it!"

When necessary, violence is the only way to fight violence. The captain's fate is uncertain, and the Queen will surely understand.

You absolutely must win, Winged Lion.

She prayed silently.

……

The situation reversed for the second time, and Patadlu's voice made the bewildered Freich, who was not far away, drop his jaw in surprise.

She never imagined that a single maze investigation would cause so much trouble.

What is going on here?

Before she could react, the black cloud that the black panther had transformed into collided with the winged lion.

Ronan remained calm, unsurprised that Black Panther was being so obedient.

Because desires are limited, only the victor can devour everything.

"Unfortunately, everyone thinks I'm a pawn, but in reality, I'm not even in the game."

"Regardless of who wins or loses, I'm destined to be the ultimate beneficiary. Now, it's time to get that book."

Ronan refocused his attention on Patard.

He reached out, and an invisible hand formed from magic grasped it tightly, but it was abruptly blocked by a barrier made of wings.

Wings are based on the limitless, something ordinary people cannot contend with, but Ronan is no ordinary person.

In just a moment, the defense was breached by the infinite magic.

Patadru was caught off guard and only had time to let out a scream before being grabbed by a magical hand and held in mid-air.

"Winged Lion, protect me!" she cried out, but the winged lion could not respond, for the battle was raging.

"Stop yelling." Celia was getting impatient with the noise.

She was preoccupied with whether Ronan could gain divine power, and how his personality would change once he did.

Will I lose love and desire because of this...?

While pondering, since the demons' battle was still undecided, Celia had no choice but to step forward first and take the book from Patard's hand.

Patadru tried to resist, kicking her legs in mid-air and struggling desperately, saying things like "no," but...

"How long-winded! Wouldn't it be better for the weak to just accept their fate?"

"What do you think is the reason we're playing along with you?"

"You should be thankful that we didn't kill you, little girl."

Celia spoke in a mature and old-fashioned manner, patting Patard's cheek as she spoke.

“You…” Patadlu’s face flushed with anger. She wanted to say that she was not young at all, she was already in her eighties.

However, before he could finish speaking, Celia interrupted him again:

"Alright, that's all I have to say. Whether you can understand what I mean is up to you."

"If you are determined to die, I will not stop you."

Celia, respecting individual destiny, turned and returned to Ronan's side after speaking, handing him the book she was holding.

Ronan took the book, glanced through it casually, and found that there was nothing substantial in it. He just glanced at it quickly and then paid no more attention to it.

Then, he raised his head, his gaze refocusing on the battle between the two demons.

After an unknown amount of time, the pervasive mist gradually stopped merging, and finally the white magic gained the upper hand.

Just as Ronan was thinking that the Winged Lion should be the one to win in the end—

"Snapped."

A crisp, light sound broke the tense atmosphere.

Not far away, the chest of a monster suddenly exploded without warning, and Mislen, covered in blood, emerged from its body.

He walked unsteadily, and a second before the winged lion's attack arrived, he teleported himself elsewhere to avoid danger.

He had heard everything Celia said and knew their attitudes.

then.

It appeared instantly and flashed right in front of Ronan, attempting to snatch the book without a word, its movements swift and decisive.

"Where are you? I thought you, as the captain, had deserted your post."

His outstretched hand moved with lightning speed, but unfortunately, everything appeared to Ronan in slow motion.

Although they were surprised by Mislen's appearance, even a divine intervention couldn't change the final outcome of the event.

One hand gripped Mislen's wrist, abruptly halting the takedown.

The latter's eyes flickered slightly, and he subconsciously activated a teleportation spell, but it all ended in failure.

"It's useless. I am space itself. All the space here is under my control. What can you use to teleport through space?"

Sensing a noticeable fluctuation of magical energy, Ronan casually draped Mislen over Patard's side.

"Go and be with your teammates. As the captain, you've done your best."

Mislen struggled, but all her resistance was in vain.