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

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While Ronan was talking with Martin and purchasing supplies, Celia rushed to the camp.

Her unique charm instantly attracted the attention of some people.

Then she heard a few words that bothered her.

"Another elf? Are elves appearing in droves these days?"

Chapter 23, Section 24: Conflict Outside the Ruins, Celia's Hostility

"Another one?"

Celia's expression shifted, and a barely perceptible glint flashed in her golden eyes.

Although the number of elves is not large at present, they are not extremely rare either.

Meeting her here now has stirred up a different kind of interest in her.

The thought that the other person might be his junior, and that this was a dangerous ruin...

If this younger person's temperament and talent suit my taste, it would be perfectly acceptable to give them some care and guidance.

Celia stopped and assessed the location. Then, she saw Frilian push open the door of a tent.

His thoughts returned to normal, his gaze focused, and he looked her up and down.

Even without contact with her, she could understand Frilian's current situation.

Besides Frilian's own strength

The two men... the older one, in every move he made, seemed reserved.

Judging from their clothing, they must be either rich or noble, because armor-type magical artifacts are extremely rare and can fetch a price of over 500 gold coins each.

This is not an amount that ordinary people can afford.

Taking into account the situation of nearby human cities...

This must be someone from a noble family?

As for the younger one…

Celia felt she had poor eyesight and had failed to identify him.

His speech and behavior were very casual, lacking both the caution expected of an adventurer and the elegance of a nobleman; he seemed more like a tourist.

Tourism? As soon as the thought popped into her head, Celia began to carefully observe the other party's magical fluctuations.

The final conclusion was that this was a relatively powerful human.

She's a bit stronger than Frilian, but not by much.

Compared to myself, they are worlds apart.

Can these two protect Frillie?

Celia pondered to herself, then shook her head; clearly, it was impossible.

Such a team can manage to get by in the outer layers of the ruins.

However, if they ventured deeper inside, they would be wiped out completely.

"Indeed, elves should not have too much contact with humans, especially young elves, as they are too easily misled by human behavior."

Celia sighed, her voice carrying a hint of self-righteousness.

Seeing that the three were about to enter the ruins, she no longer hesitated, put down her arms and quickly walked towards them.

……

Outside the tent.

Frillie was carrying a birdcage when she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

A wary glint flashed in her eyes as she warned Ronan:

"Ronan, someone is watching us."

Ronan nodded, signaling to Frillie not to be nervous:

"Don't worry, I noticed it too. There shouldn't be any hostility. Did you hear what the people around you were saying?"

"They're probably from your clan."

He wasn't quite sure if they were the village elves; if they were, that would be even better.

Traveling together is a good way to look out for each other.

just,

The thought had barely formed when it was immediately overturned, for the newcomer was a female elf whom he had never seen before.

She was about the same height as Frilian, but had a much more mature demeanor and a steady gait.

To Ronan, it felt like a seasoned veteran had been reincarnated as a primary school student…

This contrast stirred a strange feeling within him.

Frillie saw her too.

"So strong."

Frillie was genuinely amazed, because the total magical power of the Celia she perceived was equivalent to thirty times her own.

Martin, standing beside him, unconsciously took a half step back, his body began to tremble slightly, and his face turned deathly pale.

Just now, he saw Celia glance at him.

The aura contained in those eyes was like a sharp blade, almost shattering his soul.

—Is she Miss Frillian's elder? Why…

Martin took a deep breath, the biting cold penetrating his heart and lungs, and an urge to leave surged within him.

This feeling was so intense that he once felt his life was hanging by a thread, and he could disappear at any moment.

"You, not bad, human, what's your name?"

Celia walked up to Ronan.

She crossed her arms, her gaze sweeping over Frillie before settling on Ronan, her voice cold:

"You showed no fear when you looked me in the eye; that alone is enough to prove you are no nobody."

"What do you want with my people?"

Ronan raised an eyebrow, his mind filled with doubt.

That's a very...

Has she just attacked herself?

But I didn't feel anything.

However, after catching a glimpse of Martin beside him out of the corner of his eye, Ronan probably understood the meaning of the so-called eye contact.

Perhaps it was some kind of psychological oppression, similar to murderous intent.

Ronan gestured for Martin to move away, which Martin was more than happy to do.

After he left, Ronan slowly spoke:

"What are we doing? Isn't it obvious? Exploring the ruins."

"Are you an elder of Frilian's?"

"Frilian...is this child named Frilian? That's a nice name."

Selene's lips curved slightly, like a night-blooming cereus blooming in the night sky.

But in the blink of an eye, his expression returned to its usual indifference, as if the smile just now was just an illusion.

She went straight to the point:

“That’s not what I’m asking. I have no problem with you exploring the ruins, but humans, you’re too weak.”

"Hand Frillie over to me. With your strength, taking her in will only lead to her needless death."

"Although I am not her parents, I am still her elder."

"As elders, they naturally cannot sit idly by and watch their juniors go to their deaths."

Hearing this, Ronan felt even more confused, but then he thought about it again and it seemed like there was nothing wrong with it.

After all, since others don't know he has a cheat code, they will naturally be worried and afraid that he will kill Frilian.

With this in mind, Ronan, being a civilized man, was about to reason with the elf in front of him... or, if that didn't work, talk about physics.

So what if the opponent's magic power is thirty times that of Frilian?

He didn't say anything even though he had unlimited mana and unlimited health.

Chapter 24, Part 25: Celia's Frustration

Ronan glanced at Frillie inadvertently.

Seeing that she was calm and showed no intention of going with Celie.

He looked at Celia again and said:

"To send someone to their death, perhaps, but that's just your opinion."

Have you asked Frillie what she thinks?

Celia didn't bother to ask, because she was the strongest mage and always did whatever she wanted.

At this moment, she was too lazy to answer Ronan's question.

Seeing that the other party was determined to go her own way, she waved her hand and fired a magic cannonball, preparing to snatch Frillie away.

but--

next second.