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

"I've always been quite interested in the magic system of the demon race, but unfortunately, I haven't been able to find a suitable subject for my research."

"If we could break their magic, that would be wonderful."

Upon hearing Vlamé's idea, Ronan nodded and said, "Sit down."

He then commanded the Azure Dragon to fly at supersonic speed.

He turned to look at Frilian, who hesitated for a moment before pointing to the far north and speaking:

"Take me to heaven. Also, you said you'd take me to find the mimic, is that true?"

“In fact, in the years since you left, I have explored many ruins, but unfortunately I have not found anything.”

"I thought it was just bad luck, but now it seems it's probably because you're not around."

She fondly remembers her first adventure, during which she found dozens of books.

But now, it seems like they've hit rock bottom, having been eaten by the mimic dozens of times, and still haven't found a single book.

Ronan saw through her thoughts, nodded slightly, and comforted her:

"Luck comes and goes, that's normal, but if you put it that way, I won't deny it."

"Let's go after we finish visiting the demon realm."

The lucky buff he had been given was still active, and Ronan was too lazy to improve it, ever since he learned that there were gods above gods.

Frillie nodded, a hint of anticipation rising in her previously calm heart.

Soon, the group arrived at the demon territory.

Since Solitaire was unaware of Ronan and the others' arrival, she appeared rather relaxed at this moment.

However, when she saw an unknown giant dragon circling in the sky, alarm bells immediately went off in her mind.

Upon learning the identity of the visitor, their initial wariness instantly transformed into flattery and excitement.

"Grandma actually came..." A smile involuntarily crept onto Solitaire's lips as she thought to herself that she had to treat her well.

Years ago, she had been hoping to latch onto Vlame's coattails, but unfortunately, she hadn't found the right opportunity. Now…

"Ah, it's you, Sister Solitier! You're actually a demon?"

Vlame's exclamation abruptly shattered the tranquility of the place, and at the same time, a sense of lingering fear quietly welled up in her heart.

She sat on the Azure Dragon, gazing at the figures below, finding it impossible to reconcile the kind older sister from years ago with her identity as a demon.

As a demon, why is it lurking beside me? What is it trying to do?

Recalling her interactions with her parents and thinking about the demons' cannibalistic habits, Vlame's pupils contracted sharply. She then took a deep breath and tried to regain her composure.

She looked down at Solitaire, pondering that she might have found a suitable research subject.

It's been so many years, I should really say hello...

……

Below, noticing Vlame's gaze, Solitaire trembled slightly.

Chapter 166, Aura; Goddess: I've been confessed to?

The demons harbored no ill intentions, yet their hostility was palpable.

At that moment, Solitaire saw hostility in Vlame's eyes.

It was in that instant that she remembered the origin of that emotion.

"It's over."

The thought exploded like a thunderbolt, and Solitaire was filled with regret. How could she have forgotten about this?

As she watched helplessly as the crowd rode their dragons closer to her, she instinctively took a step back, her heart filled with unease.

At this moment, Vlame stepped forward, his tone tinged with nostalgia:

"It's been a long time, Sister Solitaire. Don't you have anything to say?"

Solitaire opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

She looked to Ronan for help, but he remained unmoved—he had also forgotten about it.

Vlamé never knew Solitaire's true identity.

When they disappeared back then, they always used the excuse of finding their relatives.

Now, suddenly encountering someone and discovering that a friend is an enemy... I wouldn't be angry, but I'm more likely to feel disappointed and disgusted.

Indeed, that was the case. Seeing that Solitaire remained silent, Vlame let out a soft breath and said with a meaningful look in his eyes:

"Don't want to talk about it? That's okay."

"My purpose in coming here today is to study the magic of the demon race."

"I'm curious about what kind of magic you possess, Sister Solitaire."

These words, though seemingly ordinary, were in fact a blatant threat, yet Vlame did not find anything wrong with them.

In her view, everything was for the purpose of accelerating the development of magic in order to realize her dream.

But Solitaire was stunned when she heard this; it was clear that she was to be used as a sacrificial lamb for research.

Seeing that she was about to be finished, she quickly said:

"Wait, Vlame, I have my reasons!"

"The hero should know that I was coerced by the Demon King to go to your village and get close to you back then."

"I really didn't mean to deceive you, please let me off the hook."

As she spoke, she tried to prove herself, but Vlamé was too lazy to listen to her anymore. He turned back to Ronan and nodded in acknowledgment.

"Take her with us when we leave."

"In the future, I may need to dissect the body structure of a demon to determine how the demon's magic circuits differ from those of humans."

"Speaking of which, Brother Ronan, did you know from the beginning that she was a demon?"

Ronan nodded: "More or less. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you'd be upset."

"After all, her disguise was extremely well done. Now that you know the truth, what are your thoughts?"

"I don't have any particular thoughts. Thank you for helping me resolve a knot in my heart."

The two continued their conversation, while Solitaire, standing to the side, sank into deep despair.

"Hey, give me a chance to explain, Vlame! I really know I was wrong!"

Solitaire had hoped to cling to Vlame's coattails, but now it seemed even saving her own life was a challenge.

Ronan glanced at her, shook his head slightly, and thought to himself, what good does it do to know you're wrong?

In order to break the magic of the demons, sacrifices are sometimes unavoidable.

Solitaire just happened to coincide with Vlamé's research needs.

Ignoring her, the group walked forward, intending to explore the place.

Although Solitiel was filled with despair, she had no choice but to hurry up and catch up in order to change her fate.

At the same time, a strong will to survive fermented and surged within her.

She glanced at the cowering, fearful demons around her, and then, remembering her identity as the Demon King, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

—Perhaps we can find a scapegoat.

After all, for Vlamé, studying himself was research, and studying others was also research, so why did he have to go and die?

So she quickly instilled this idea in Vlamé.

After hearing this, Vlame shook his head slightly, a hint of regret in his voice:

"Even now, you're still thinking about harming others."

"I'm really disappointed, Sister Solitaire. Why can't you just accept your fate?"

If the other party plays the emotional card, she might consider it, after all, he is her first friend.

But now they're betraying their own compatriots...

Such behavior is befitting of the demon race; they always do things that are unacceptable to themselves.

With a sigh of relief, Vlamé had lost all patience with Solitaire.

She took Ronan's hand, and looking at Solitaire with no trace of nostalgia in her eyes, she said directly:

“Let’s go, Ronan, I don’t want to waste my time here with a liar.”

"Besides her, are there any other demons here worth contacting?"

"My master told me that all demons are untrustworthy. Is there not even the slightest exception?"

“I don’t want to believe it; I want to explore these possibilities.”

Among the tens of thousands of demons, there must be exceptions, they just haven't been discovered yet.

Ronan nodded in agreement, feeling gratified by Vlamé's ideas.

He glanced at Frillie and, seeing her indifferent expression, knew she wasn't interested in any of this.

Therefore, he suggested to Vlamé:

"Maybe there is. You can try looking for it."

"Of course, you shouldn't have too high hopes either."

After saying that, he led the two away and disappeared from the spot, leaving Solitiel alone, bewildered in the wind.

It took me a while to come to my senses.

Realizing what was happening, she instinctively reached out, trying to grab something, but only managed to grasp at thin air.

"I…"

Her hands clenched tightly, and then her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground, feeling utterly hopeless.

It's over, it's over.