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

"You help me realize my wish, and I help you grow. In the end, the grown-up you can't compare to the me after my wish has been fulfilled."

Is the logic behind this story really that hard to unravel?

"Don't talk about abandoning your benefactors when you have a cannibalistic desire."

"You're getting your just desserts this time."

Winged Lion gritted his teeth, realizing that there was absolutely no loophole in what he was saying.

It tries to argue that desire is a reward that humans who fulfill their wishes should rightfully give themselves.

However, Ronan had no intention of listening to it. He simply waved his hand, conjured a rag, and stuffed it into the winged lion's mouth.

It doesn't cause much harm, but it's extremely insulting.

Then, Ronan turned to the Canary Squad he had just released and asked:

"Do you keep your word? You'll grant me anything, but do you even have the techniques for creating living paintings?"

"A living painting?" Mislen was taken aback upon hearing this.

Patadlu quickly replied, afraid of displeasing the other party: "Of course."

"But before that, I have a question I'd like to ask you, senior..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ronan, having overheard her thoughts, calmly nodded and said:

"Yes, my wish has come true, but you don't need to worry, I'm doing very well."

"As long as you don't provoke me, you can stay in good shape."

Patadlu fell silent, swallowed hard, and was speechless for a moment.

Finally, amidst the winged lion's angry, resentful, and regretful howls, Ronan permanently imprisoned it in the Golden Land.

……

Are you really okay? You seem a little different.

On the way back to the Golden City, Celia stared intently at Ronan and asked the question that had been lingering in her heart.

Her brows were furrowed, revealing a hint of worry:

"He's become more... I can't even think of the right words to describe it, but he's definitely gained more of that air of authority that comes with a high position. Don't you think so?"

Ronan rubbed his temples and sighed softly:

"Perhaps, I can vaguely sense that feeling of knowing everything."

"I understand what you mean. Don't worry, I'll be fine once I get used to it."

Even so, he still enjoyed the thrill of being in control of everything that came with his sudden surge in power.

Nothing escapes one's own perception. Thoughts and actions are all revealed.

At that moment, Ronan glanced at Seria, as if he could read her mind:

Are you trying to ask if I've lost any feelings?

"I'm not sure about that, but I don't think so. At least I still love you."

"Of course, it's also possible that the divine power hasn't been fully enhanced yet. I plan to go back and ask the goddess."

Hearing Ronan say this, Celia finally felt a little relieved.

However, whenever she heard the words "divine power," she always had a dreamlike, dazed feeling.

Just a short while ago, they were worrying about this thing, but now…

She suddenly remembered something and asked, "So, are you still going to continue with the plan you made before?"

"There's no need for that. After all, you're already on the same level as the goddess."

The thought of competing with the goddess made Celia feel immense pressure.

Ronan, however, didn't care about any of that; after all, he only saw the goddess as a stepping stone. After thinking for a moment, he spoke:

"It's still necessary, because the goddess is not the strongest. There are enemies outside the world. Don't forget why she created the world."

As he spoke, he stroked Celia's hair and continued to comfort her.

"If you're worried that her appearance will affect your status, then I can only say you're overthinking it."

"How can a god, who has no desires or wants, be compared to you?"

"Moreover, it is difficult to determine whether humans and gods can have offspring; only blood ties are the bond that maintains the relationship."

Feeling Ronan's gentle caress, Celia felt a ticklish sensation in her heart.

She could have children… she had almost forgotten about that.

He let out a breath, stopped asking questions, and his expression became relieved.

She decided to make one last attempt that evening to solidify her position.

Several previous intimate events were canceled due to unpleasant events.

Now... Ronan has achieved his goal and fulfilled his wish, so it should be a day to celebrate.

Decided.

……

……

"Namari, you can go now."

On the floor, Flamela opened the door to the cell with a displeased expression and ordered the guests inside to leave.

At this moment, Namari in the room was immersed in her worry for Farin.

She thought she would be locked up here forever, until Farin was also arrested.

Suddenly, she heard a sentence and was stunned on the spot.

"what?"

She looked at Flamela with a surprised expression, as if she had misheard.

The elves actually released them? This is truly something I've never seen before.

Flamela: "What? Can't you understand human language? Hurry up and leave, don't stay here, it's so annoying."

She muttered her last sentence, but as if someone heard her, she quickly apologized:

"Ah, I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. I just... Yes, I'll definitely be more respectful next time. Please forgive me."

From Namalia's perspective, all she could see was Flamela hurriedly turning around and bowing her head in a humble manner.

This is a complete reversal of the tough stance taken when he was arrested.

Immediately afterwards, Flamela walked in with a "warm" smile and politely asked him to leave.

As soon as I stepped out of the cell, warm sunlight streamed in through the window.

Namari squinted slightly and raised her hands above her head to block some of the light.

Then she saw her seniors standing by the door, with Farin among them, all unharmed.

Namari's nose suddenly stung, and her eyes reddened.

……

"Wow, Farin, you've finally arrived! You have no idea what I've been through these past few days. They've been bullying me so much."

On a bench by the street, Namari was pouring out her grievances about the suffering she had endured over the past two days.

Farin sat beside her, smiling, and gently patted her shoulder to comfort her:

"It's alright, you're out safely now, aren't you?"

"The relevant compensation will be delivered in a few days, at which time you will finally be free from repaying your father's debts."

When the word "debt" was mentioned, Namari suddenly seemed to remember something, reached for her waist, and her expression changed instantly.

Just as she was about to get up, Ronan tossed her the gold-threaded storage bag:

"You've done a good job here. Although you've acted somewhat recklessly, at least you've maintained the bottom line as a friend."

"There's 200,000 GB inside. Consider it my personal reward to you. The maze is gone now. What are your plans now?"

Hissl's death caused the rules of the maze to break down.

The current maze no longer has the rule of immortality and has been sealed off by the canary.

Namari took the bag, and when she heard that there were 200,000 G inside, her eyes lit up at first, but then she fell into deep thought.

A few seconds later, she raised her head and tentatively said:

"Has it been confirmed that Farine will be working for you? If so, then let me join you."

"Of course, I'd like to be in charge of feeding the dragons, since their scales can be used to craft equipment."

"After Farin passes away, I'd like to open a weapons shop. What do you think?"

She is only sixty years old this year, and when Farin dies she will only be a little over a hundred years old, which is the prime of life for a dwarf.

Ronan nodded in agreement, and with that settled, everyone got up and left the street.

There are still matters concerning the Golden Kingdom to be dealt with.

Since Hissl was killed by a demon, and the demon was sealed by Ronan, the Golden Kingdom rightfully belonged to Ronan.

However, Ronan didn't have any particular feelings about it; he just wanted to find someone to manage it.

Since we can't think of a suitable candidate right now... let's leave it for now, they can come back anytime anyway.

Or, wouldn't it be good to locate the headquarters for monster breeding in the Golden Country?

Thinking of this, Ronan felt that the idea was quite appropriate, and his brow gradually relaxed.

That's the decision.

I hope that every few years when I come back, I will see new achievements, and I also hope that Farin and Leos can work harder.

I should go to the capital of the Elf Kingdom sometime and bring back some "experts" to help them; we can't waste their enthusiasm.

At this moment, Farin seemed to sense something and shivered slightly.