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

But since he couldn't figure out the reason, he could only give up and continue chatting with his friend with a smile.

She thought to herself that the days of not having enough to eat were finally over, and a brand new life was about to begin. She was determined not to let her elders down.

However, compared to these, there is one more thing that worries her more.

I wonder where Marcus will go after this is all over...

……

That night, Ronan got what he needed from the canary.

He flipped through the books in front of him, nodding as he fully understood the production process of the living painting.

Once a blank canvas appeared before his eyes, he called over Celia to record the moment.

"Let's try out this otherworldly version of the futuristic camera. Since it's for recording the past, there's no need to dress too formally."

Celia, dressed in loose pajamas, stood in front of the canvas.

Seeing his own image automatically appear on the white canvas, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Ronan's words echoed in her ears, and she couldn't help but ask:

"Is the person in the painting real? What if some other unrelated person wanders into the painting?"

There's a nagging feeling that something's not quite right.

Seeing his own image appear on the canvas, Ronan recalled the contents of the book and explained:

"Of course it's not real; it's just a living painting recording the current scene. Any action that damages the scene will destroy the living painting."

"I guess you're worried that your disciples might enter the living painting and cause trouble?"

"It's actually very simple. Just let the living picture automatically recognize its owner and drive away unrelated people. In addition, it also has a self-destruct function."

As a magical creature, it possesses this level of intelligence, and Celia breathed a sigh of relief.

What she feared was not her disciples, but time itself.

What if, over time, the living artwork were to leak out...? Just thinking about it makes me uneasy.

Fortunately, there are countermeasures.

The image on the canvas became clearer, and Celia, seemingly lost in thought, examined it carefully before continuing:

"Since you say this is a record of the past, what would our reaction be if we entered the painting and saw ourselves in reality?"

"This shouldn't just be a painting, it's more like... the kind of video you're talking about."

"Will it record if we do that kind of thing?"

Celia was quite curious, so Ronan patiently explained.

However, the last question also piqued his curiosity.

Theoretically, it will be recorded, but it would probably be a short video...

Fortunately, the person being recorded will not appear in the painting and will not be noticed by the person in the painting, which is equivalent to a live holographic viewing.

Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing, and Ronan would never allow it to appear in the world.

Celia breathed a sigh of relief again, and a thought that had been brewing in her mind that morning resurfaced.

I straightened my clothes, slowly sat down, and smoothed out a few wrinkles on the wool blanket.

To allow the living drawings to record more, she began to talk, play games, and play chess with Ronan, quietly creating a warm atmosphere.

We started by talking about Mori and others, because their food was delicious.

She asked Senxi where they were going next, the maze was locked down, and she hadn't had enough to eat yet.

Ronan flipped his hand, picked up a "wolf" piece, and calmly captured Celia's "cat" piece. After thinking for a moment, he replied:

"He has already joined us."

"The reason I hesitated and stayed in the maze was because of some things that happened back then."

"When I entered the labyrinth with my companions, we were attacked by monsters. When we were about to starve to death, we mistakenly thought we had eaten human flesh. I feel sorry for them."

"It's all over now. The misunderstanding has been cleared up. The human was actually eagle meat."

"If you want to eat here again, you can come back anytime."

Celia nodded slightly; she didn't delve into the details, just wanted a general understanding.

She used her "tiger" to devour Ronan's "wolf," paused briefly, and then continued:

"So, how is your emotional state recovering?"

"A whole day has passed, and you seem no different than usual... Do you still have that kind of interest?"

"You haven't forgotten what you said before, have you?"

Ronan looked up, hesitated for two seconds, and asked, "What did you say?"

It wasn't that he forgot, but rather that he had talked too much and couldn't immediately recall which sentence it was.

While pondering, he was about to use the "lion" to devour the "tiger".

Just then, Celia suddenly reached out and pressed him down.

She took a deep breath, raised her eyes, and her gaze became deep and unsettling.

"Don't you remember? It's okay, I can help you remember."

"Son, you said this is the biggest difference between me and the goddess. Since that's the case, I hope you can prove it with your actions."

Ronan: "..."

He vaguely guessed what would happen next; no wonder Celia didn't rush back after the matter was over, but wanted to stay a few more days.

Sure enough, after Celia finished speaking, she glanced sideways at the living painting.

Then, with a "bang," the drawing was pressed down forcefully, ending the recording process.

Immediately afterwards, she half-stood up, looking down at Ronan with a resolute tone:

"I don't want to wake up one day and see that you've received the magic to get pregnant instantly from the goddess."

"Since you're so keen on having children, start working on it now."

"Can it still move? Or..."

She paused deliberately, her gaze sweeping intentionally or unintentionally over the shadows.

Do you want to move?

……

This was clearly a provocation. Ronan raised his eyes, thinking to himself that it had been a long time since he had heard such words.

As expected of an elf who has lived for thousands of years, usually so obedient, but when faced with this kind of situation, she is so "arrogant" and "domineering".

This is consistent with Celie's usual way of doing things.

Without further ado, Ronan put down the chess piece in his hand, stood up without saying a word, and picked her up in his arms.

Immediately afterwards, he stepped into the room, proving with his actions that...

"I hope you won't regret it."

Celia remained silent, only pursing her lips.

Hearing this, she muttered something under her breath.

No way.

Then he disappeared into the living room along with Ronan.

boom.

The door closed slowly, and the entire space seemed to be enveloped in a tranquil and enchanting atmosphere.

A moment later, a gasp broke the idyllic atmosphere, and the mood began to shift in a delicate direction.

……

……

The next day at noon, as soon as Ronan opened his eyes, he felt a strong light.

He looked up at the time and realized it was already this late.

last night…

"That's insane."

He rubbed his temples, thinking to himself that it wasn't him who was so keen on having children; Celia was clearly more enthusiastic than him.

I finally understand what hard work means. Luckily, I have unlimited stamina.

otherwise……

Ronan let out a breath, got up and glanced at Celia, who was still fast asleep beside him. Seeing that she had used magic to cleanse herself before going to sleep, he felt relieved.

Without disturbing her, I got out of bed, ready to get some fresh air.

However, the moment her feet touched the ground, Celia grabbed her wrists.

It turned out she was already awake.

"?"

Ronan turned his gaze.

I thought she was going to continue her crazy antics from last night.

Unexpectedly, she only hesitated for two seconds, straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, said lightly, "Let's continue tonight," and got up to leave the house.

However, she had only taken a few steps when her legs suddenly gave way and she collapsed to the ground.

"?"

Ronan raised an eyebrow, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes, and sighed softly.

"Why are you being so stubborn?"

He stepped forward to help her up, poured her a glass of water, and Serie gradually came to her senses.