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

Ronan was already mentally prepared for the fact that the previous power ceiling in the Frillien world was only Celie.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked:

"So, what would happen if someone possessed infinite divine power?"

Endless? The goddess paused slightly, remained silent for two seconds, and then said:

"Nothing will happen, at most you will be without desires. If your divine power is truly inexhaustible, you should first condense divine authority and divine body."

"The former allows you to freely use your abilities no matter which world you are in, while the latter can transform you completely, even a little bit of bodily fluid can prolong the life of mortals."

When the goddess said those last words, she looked at Celia again, seemingly with a hidden meaning.

Ronan coughed lightly twice, decisively changing the subject, while also being well aware of the importance of divine authority and divine body.

In some worlds where magic is forbidden, even the strongest magical power cannot be used without divine authority.

However, having no desires or wants comes at a high price; let's take it slow.

Add a few points every day, and you'll succeed in a few years or even decades.

Having obtained the answer he wanted and exchanged a few more words with the goddess, Ronan turned and left the temple hall with Celia.

Once outside, he greeted Kraft and prepared to leave heaven.

However, as he was leaving, the goddess suddenly called him back, indicating that he could come often when he had time.

Due to the transformation in her level of life, it is only natural that the goddess's attitude towards Ronan completely changed.

With two deities present, the pressure can be shared even if an "enemy" appears.

Seeing this, Celia felt a little jealous, but there was nothing she could do.

She pondered to herself, why is it so difficult for elves to conceive, and whether she should try to develop that kind of magic?

I'm so conflicted.

"...Let's go back and see Volame first, and talk about it after we get married."

"Three years have passed, and her coming of age is approaching. I wonder if her attitude has changed."

Although hesitant, this kind of magic is limited by its difficulty and cannot be developed at will, so Celia can only wait.

With that thought in mind, the group left Heaven and soon returned to the association headquarters.

……

"Huh? Why did you bring Alberto along?"

As soon as she returned to headquarters, Celia looked in astonishment at the soul Ronan was holding in his hand.

Because magic was used, the image is clearly visible.

Ronan waved his hand casually:

"It's nothing. I wanted it, and the goddess gave it to me. It's a good opportunity to try out the reincarnation magic. The other world is already showing initial results, and the fetus has a soul."

"We haven't tried this world yet, but using divine power should make it even more effective."

"Then why didn't I know when you received it?"

"Yes, when the goddess tried to keep me here. Kraft, I took it upon myself to bring him out of heaven. You shouldn't have any objections, right?"

In fact, Ronan did this because he heard what Clafett was thinking.

Kraft shook his head hurriedly, thanking him profusely.

However, there was one thing that still concerned him greatly.

When did His Holiness the Pope become so influential?

Indeed, people cannot be compared.

He witnessed Ronan send his soul into the body of a dead fetus, knowing that the fetus would be born within nine months, grow up over a decade, and possess memories of its past life.

Kraft breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for your grace, Your Holiness."

He did not ask why Alberto was not allowed to be reincarnated as an elf.

For Alberto, living one more life was enough.

As for whether he will be reincarnated again, that depends on Alberto's own decision.

Kraft bowed and took his leave, preparing to return in eighteen years.

After he left, Millie Alde arrived late, seemingly having learned of Ronan and Celia's reappearance.

Vlamé followed behind her, dressed in a white robe, his figure graceful and elegant.

……

"It feels like just yesterday, and now you've grown into a little adult."

Celia stroked her chin, sizing up Volamey in front of her.

The little kid I remember is now 1.5 meters tall.

Although not fully grown, the heroic spirit between his brows is already beginning to emerge.

"Twelve years old... If I remember correctly, is the human development speed really that fast?"

"She's almost as tall as me."

Celie herself is only 1.55 meters tall, about the same height as Frilian.

Although she herself believes that this is a fairly standard height among elves.

However, compared to humans…

He glanced sideways at Ronan.

Looking up, she was enveloped in shadow. Celia felt like she had become a child again. No wonder she didn't feel out of place when she was picked up.

"Master, you're finally back."

Just as she was lost in thought, Vlamed's nostalgic voice rang out like a gentle breeze.

"Seriously, where have you all been for the past three years?"

With a hint of complaint in her voice, she quickly ran up to Celie and carefully examined the two of them.

Then, he paused slightly.

It was because she sensed a strong feminine charm emanating from Celia.

"Master, you..."

Vlame's eyes widened; she desperately hoped she was seeing things.

Because this feeling is so similar to that of the newlyweds next door...

Why is this happening?

Unfortunately, Celia openly admitted to all of this.

The wedding will be held two years later at Vlamé's coming-of-age ceremony.

"what?"

Do you kill someone and then destroy their spirit?

Vlamé felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water, both surprised and bewildered.

Then, as if remembering something, a fighting spirit ignited in his eyes.

She roughly understood what her master meant.

"Challenge?"

"good."

The master and apprentice were locked in a tense standoff. Celia nodded, glanced at Miliadé in front of her, and then fixed her gaze back on Volamere.

"I am very satisfied with your unwavering commitment over the past three years, but there can only be one strongest person."

"If you don't want someone else to beat you to it, start taking action then."

"When it comes to feelings, it's first come, first served."

There's Frillie in the open, but who knows how many more are operating in secret.

As his own disciple, he should definitely lend a hand appropriately.

After a moment's thought, Vlamé slowly nodded.

A moment later, she turned her gaze to Ronan, her eyes filled with anticipation:

"May I ask, is this Master's intention, or yours?"

"Two years from now... I'm willing to wait. I believe my parents will be very happy to hear this news."

"Is there anything I need to prepare in advance?"

Selene's concession was undoubtedly a pleasant surprise for Vlamé.

Although I enjoy studying magic, I enjoy studying magic with people I like even more.

Ronan shook his head slightly: "There's no need to prepare anything special, just relax."

After all, they are still young. It's not too late to cultivate their relationship for a few years before talking about other things.

After finishing his conversation, Ronan felt that the topic had become too private, so he promptly changed the subject:

"Alright, let's not talk about that now. Let's talk about the association's development over the years."

"Also, call Frilian and the others over; I brought you some gifts."

As he spoke, he entered the headquarters, which was bustling with people coming and going. Compared to a few years ago, the number of people had increased by about 30%.

Seeing this, Millie Alde seized the opportunity to begin her introduction, explaining that she had been in charge of all the big and small affairs of the association for the past three years.

Once everyone had arrived, they went into a small room inside.

Ronan took several unicorns out of the time-stopped subspace.

Time resumed its flow.