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

Without Celia, she would probably still be learning magic in some remote corner, never having had any contact with the vast world.

This increased confidence is what makes her dare to challenge Celia.

Upon hearing this, the father was speechless for a moment, and a complex feeling of "my daughter has grown up" welled up in his heart.

Logically, he should have offered his support.

After all, it's not certain that you'll find a man with better qualities than the hero, either now or in the future.

However, whenever he recalls the promise Ronan made when he took his daughter away, saying he would take good care of her, he always feels betrayed.

Who takes care of someone to their bedside?

The father exhaled, glanced deeply at his silent wife beside him, whose expression was complex, and then solemnly said to Vlame:

"Where is the hero? I want to speak with him in person. Did you come alone?"

"They're about to get married, and they won't even meet their future father-in-law?"

"We want to return the things he gave me back then, Volame, could you pass them on to him?"

It was too valuable, and no longer needed due to the disappearance of the demon race.

The brave man would certainly not accept it, so it would be perfectly reasonable to give it to Vlame as part of her dowry.

It wouldn't do for my daughter to get married in such a shabby way.

Vlamed hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"I'm the only one here. I mainly want to give him a surprise, and also give you all a surprise. I hope you, Father, will accept him."

"When I came here, I was worried about what would happen if you didn't agree."

“Come with me to settle in the royal city. Brother Ronan is in the royal city now, and you can return the things to him in person.”

With that, Vlame raised his hand and opened the portal to the royal city.

The father was slightly taken aback when he saw it.

Thanks to Ronan's "open source" initiatives, nowadays any magician with some strength and status has mastered spatial magic.

Although one needs to have been there to use it, it is still a sight that is rarely seen in a century for people in the countryside.

Taking a deep breath, the father exclaimed that his daughter had really made something of herself, and then he and his wife took a step out and arrived at their destination.

……

……

"Your father? It's been a long time, come to think of it, it's been about seven or eight years."

Ronan looked at the slightly weathered man in front of him, his tone full of nostalgia.

As he spoke, he turned to Vlamé and nodded slightly, asking with concern:

"So, what important matter brings you here today?"

After the man explained the purpose of his visit, Ronan fell into a brief silence.

"Your wedding? Isn't that a bit too early?"

Keep in mind, he and Celia haven't even started yet.

Vlame quickly shook his head and said seriously:

"It's getting late, Brother Ronan. Do you still remember what Master said back then?"

"She probably chose to hold your wedding on the day I turn 18 so that I could be a part of it."

"She wanted to see if I had the courage to defy societal norms. Of course I did."

"Therefore, I don't want to miss that rare opportunity, the only chance to stand up to my master."

"That's why my father, mother, and I came together. Please."

As Vlame spoke, he lowered his head, his words filled with earnestness and expectation.

After hearing this, a strange look flashed in Ronan's eyes. Was that what he meant?

It seems so, but bringing parents along...

After a moment's thought, seeing how resolute Vlamé's attitude was, he nodded and said:

"I understand. Since this is what you want, let's leave it at that for now."

“Not temporarily,” Vlame suddenly interjected. She didn’t want such an ambiguous answer, lest she suddenly change her mind later.

Ronan nodded again.

However, at this moment...

"May I ask, sir, do you truly love Vlame?"

Vlame's father suddenly spoke up. This question had been troubling him for a long time, and he finally couldn't help but ask it.

At the same time, he subconsciously tightened his grip on his wife's hand.

Ronan glanced at him calmly, and although the question came somewhat abruptly, he answered with composure and candor:

"Of course it's true. Although I initially only saw her as a younger sister, as time went by, this love became genuine."

"My father-in-law is probably worried that I'm just having some fun out of curiosity."

"Don't worry, my attitude is very pure. I will treat everyone with equality, according to the closeness of our relationship."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Vlamé how I treated her."

The father turned his gaze to Vlamé, who nodded slightly, his attitude clear without words.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The topic then shifted to the dowry. Ronan waved his hand, indicating that the other party could do as they pleased, and that he would arrange everything.

"You don't need to return the two items I gave you. Although the demon race has disappeared, demons still exist."

"Having a weapon on you means you won't have to regret it if you encounter an unexpected situation."

"I will give you a few more offensive and defensive spells later. As Vlame's parents, we thank you for raising her."

This made Vlame feel quite embarrassed, as if her parents received such treatment entirely because of her.

While that is indeed the case... it's a rather strange feeling.

At least, after hearing these words, Vlamé saw the complicated expressions on her parents' faces gradually disappear.

The father breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Ronan's sincere and open attitude, he decided to trust him one more time.

He nodded slightly and said, "Thank you, hero. In that case, I entrust my daughter to you."

“Raising her is our responsibility as parents, so there’s no need for you to thank us.”

As he spoke, he seemed to suddenly remember something and turned to look at his wife beside him:

"Shirley, do you think we should have another one?"

"Once Volamere gets married, the house will probably become cold and quiet."

Upon hearing this, his wife paused slightly, then lowered her head, her cheeks flushed, and remained silent.

After hearing this, Vlame hesitated for a second, then stamped her foot and complained:

"Really, Father, what are you saying? It's not like I'm not coming back."

"Besides, you live in the capital, so it's very convenient for you to see me. There's no need for you to have another younger brother or sister."

Having spent so much time with Selene, Vlamé has also developed a bit of possessiveness and doesn't want his love to be taken away unless there's absolutely no other way.

She will take care of her parents in their old age and see them off in their final days; having her alone is enough for her.

The father shook his head and remained silent. Seeing that the brave man was present, he knew it was inappropriate to continue discussing this private topic.

After leaving Ronan's place, he asked his wife for her opinion, and then moved into the new house under the guidance of a mage.

Vlame sighed helplessly, muttering under his breath, "Really, it was so difficult to bring them here."

After hearing this, Ronan smiled and shook his head, saying:

"There's no need to resist it; not everyone can be as optimistic and open-minded as you."

"Let's get back to business. Besides discussing the wedding, you must have other questions for me, right?"

"Huh?" Vlamé was taken aback. "How did you know?"

"I know everything. Let me guess, is it because of Frilian?"

"..." Vlamé was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"Yes, I've heard some of those things from my master."

"The reason she wanted me to hurry was because of Sister Frilian."

"To be honest, I wasn't too surprised by this, but... besides her, was there anyone else?"

At this point, Vlame raised his eyes, a hint of expectation flashing in them, and spoke of his long-held wish:

"I want to be your right-hand man, Ronan, and be as strong as Master. I want to leave my mark on your heart no matter what I go through."

Do you think I can succeed?

"I know my thoughts may be a bit willful, but human life is so short. Even if life could be extended, I don't want to live a mediocre life."

Vlamé was a person with clear goals and firm aspirations from beginning to end.

Ronan pondered for a moment at her proactive attitude, and a deep sense of admiration welled up in his heart.

He thought for a moment, then conjured a chair with his hand, gesturing for Vlame to sit down, and then slowly began to speak:

"Of course it can succeed. In fact, that's exactly what I was going to tell you."

"Do you still remember the King of Creation that I possess?"

Ronan told her what he had thought when he first met Farfetch'd.

Although he possesses divine power, the divine power system has flaws and cannot be rapidly improved in a short period of time.

Therefore, it is extremely important to consider both aspects.

After hearing this, Vlame fell into deep thought.