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

After a while, she took a deep breath.

Although he didn't quite understand how the King of Hope he possessed could be of any help to the King of Creation.

But in times like these, offering support is the best option.

She affirmed:

"I will do my best to help you realize this wish, brother."

"So when is the tentatively scheduled to take place?"

Once the time for the operation was confirmed and she knew she could be of use, Vlame turned around and helped her parents arrange everything for their new home.

By the time everything was arranged, it was getting dark.

She returned home and prepared to feed the little white dragon.

At this moment, she suddenly noticed that the little white dragon had grown a lot bigger, roughly estimated to be about two centimeters taller.

"You've grown up. I wonder what you'll look like in two years. I hope I can ride you to the wedding by then."

At the dinner table, Vlame teased the little white dragon, a hint of anticipation rising in his heart.

She could almost see herself riding a dragon down from the sky and stealing the bride.

Then, she remembered something.

"Should I wear a wedding dress? But wouldn't that be too deliberate?"

The next second, she shook her head vigorously.

I definitely have to wear it; only in this way can I fully demonstrate my determination, right?

Who knows, it might even become a "good story" that people will talk about in the future.

"Grow up quickly, Mashimilo, no, I'll still call you Cotton Candy from now on."

“I remember Ronan has a pet named Jelly, so they could make a perfect pair.”

Upon hearing the words "cotton candy," the little white dragon raised his eyes, blinked, and showed no sign of objection.

Seeing this, Vlame smiled and said, "You like it too? That's wonderful."

As she spoke, she reached out and fed him a piece of meat, somewhat anticipating the sight of the marshmallow and jelly meeting.

Although the latter is just a slime, they might get along very well?

She wished the two years would pass quickly; she couldn't wait any longer.

……

That night, just as Vlamé was filled with anticipation, Ronan belatedly realized that he had overlooked something important.

Frillie and Volamey share the same birthday. She had already given Volamey a gift, but as for Frillie…

He couldn't help but ask Celia what gift would be appropriate.

Celia replied:

"A gift? What's there to give? Didn't you give one before? That child didn't even show the slightest gratitude."

"So slow and naive... just give her any magic book to appease her."

In the room, she held Ronan tightly, speaking very quickly, as if she really didn't want to talk about this topic.

Ronan thought about it and realized it made sense, but no feedback was no excuse for being perfunctory.

Only by starting with the details can we gradually correct Frillian's slowness.

So he asked again, "What kind of magic do you think she would like?"

As he spoke, he also hugged Celia tightly.

With a "bang," as if an electric current had paralyzed her entire body, Celia's thoughts were momentarily interrupted for a second.

Seeing this, Ronan continued:

"There's no need to be so sensitive. Haven't you already accepted the status quo? It's just being prepared for the future."

“…” Celia didn’t reply. After a long while, she finally let out a soft breath.

She pursed her lips, and her nails, which had been digging into her flesh, gradually loosened, as she retorted:

"I accept it, but I just don't want to see you waste your energy on such meaningless things."

Instead of giving her gifts, it's better to take her out for a walk. Only by experiencing things firsthand can she truly appreciate their beauty.

"Just like back then, the reason she favored you was simply because my appearance made her feel repulsed."

Ronan's thoughts drifted back to the past, and he nodded, agreeing.

However, the ruins and labyrinths in this world are not very interesting; they have been almost entirely explored by Celia, leaving only the small kingdoms...

"Idiot, who said there are only those places to go? Climbing mountains, seeing the sea, opening treasure chests."

Celia reminded Ronan, placing her hands on his back and whispering,

"The magic I possess is merely what has superficially existed in human history."

"There are many unknown and lost magics, most of which are hidden in places where the sun never shines."

"You can also bring Volameh along; she'll probably be interested in these things too."

"And what about you?" Ronan asked Celia.

“Me?” Celia raised an eyebrow, took a deep breath, and shook her head. “I won’t go. I still have some magic to study.”

"Besides, do we really need to cultivate our relationship any further? We've already come this far."

"Anyway, good luck. That child's personality is hard to change overnight, unless he experiences a life-or-death separation."

"You definitely won't die, right?"

Of course he wouldn't die; Ronan already knew what to do next.

To avoid regrets, we need to focus on both ends of the child's development.

"continue."

Seeing that Ronan had finally understood, Celia whispered something, then raised her head, straightened her back, and instantly turned the tables.

—The night passed quietly, and the morning sun shone on the earth.

When Vlamé went to discuss today's magic topic with his master as usual, he suddenly received a reply that his master was unwell and needed to rest for a day.

This left her utterly helpless.

Is he sick?

That's the only way to think about it.

……

……

"Mom and Dad, I'm leaving now."

Three days later, on the morning of the same day, Vlame was saying goodbye to his parents.

Behind him was Ronan riding a blue dragon.

Based on Celia's suggestion, he decided to take the two of them out for a stroll today.

As for where to go, we haven't decided yet; in short, we'll leave it all to them to decide.

After waving goodbye, Vlame's parents saw their daughter turn and leave, and their expressions became complicated again.

They had a vague feeling that the scene before them seemed familiar.

But then I realized I was probably overthinking it.

My daughter is still young, and it will be good for her to see more things.

Mounting the Azure Dragon, Vlame sat down, stroking the soft mane beneath him, and watched as the Azure Dragon slowly took flight.

She glanced again at her parents, who were growing smaller below, a complex look flashing in her eyes, and couldn't help but ask:

"Will marshmallows grow this big someday?"

"Marshmallow?" Ronan was taken aback, then realized it was the white dragon, and nodded.

"It's difficult, but it will be about the same after evolution."

"I will give it skills, making it far cooler than any dragon."

"I don't want something flashy, I want something cute."

Vlame pouted, glanced at Ronan, and then reached into her bosom to pull out the white dragon, which had grown even larger.

The moment the white dragon saw the enormous green dragon before him, it trembled with fear.

Vlamé held her close, pondering as he spoke:

“Dragons that are all the same are really boring. Your blue dragon is very handsome. I also want my white dragon to be like that.”

"Of course, being cool and edgy suits boys. It's called cotton candy, after all. If it really turned into that..."

Even though Vlamé hadn't finished speaking, Ronan understood what she meant, thinking to himself, "She truly has the heart of a pink-loving girl."

So, he carefully considered his words and began:

"Well, it's okay. All needs can be met through evolution. It will definitely become the way you expect it to be."

"But it's too early to talk about that now. Let's get back to business. Where do you want to go?"

As he spoke, he conjured a map and tossed it to Vlame and Frilian, telling them to look through it and find places that interested them.

The world is vast, and there are many beautiful sights, some of which he himself has never visited.

Vlamé took the map and examined it carefully.

I wanted to go to the far north, or even to heaven, to experience what my master had gone through.

Suddenly, her gaze fell on a small island at the edge of the map.

Clearly, Vlamé pointed to the island, raised his eyes, and asked:

"Is this where those demons live? I want to go there."