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

"You want my divine authority, you want to protect me, I really don't know whether to call you arrogant or confident."

"You haven't even formed a godhood yet, have you?"

"Without your own world and faith, what do you rely on to fight against other gods?"

"With your infinite divine power alone?"

Whether it is infinite is still debatable.

At least the goddess hasn't noticed yet; she only knows that her divine body is being refined very quickly.

She thought for a moment and continued:

"Let's assume you have the confidence, and let's assume you can defeat them, but what about me?"

"Does this mean I'm destined to willingly become your vassal from this day forward?"

"You underestimate me far too much. Don't forget, I am the goddess of creation, and it is my duty to protect everything."

She said these words with a great deal of determination.

As she spoke, she even puffed out her chest, trying to show the majesty and pride of being the goddess of creation.

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than Ronan poured cold water on his enthusiasm:

"So, who can you really protect? Do you dare to publicly reveal your real name?"

"Become a vassal... I am stronger than you, why can't you become my vassal?"

The strong will always be strong. It would be a waste and shameful to abandon the study of magic simply because of a goddess's pride.

He looked up and met the goddess's gaze directly. The goddess, however, seemed to have been struck where it hurt, and fell silent, unable to meet his eyes.

A sense of wavering and confusion began to fester in my mind.

Vlame could no longer stand it.

She tugged at Ronan's sleeve and whispered a reminder:

"Um, Ronan, that should be enough, right? I think the goddess is about to cry."

"Is the divine authority called magic really that important?"

"Does Master know about this?"

"I know." Ronan's answer was firm, but Vlamé was stunned.

"what?"

"Know?"

She could hardly believe her ears. Even her master thought that Brother Ronan had the ability to suppress the goddess?

In that instant, Vlamé's expression changed, becoming indescribable.

Even her master agreed, so she had no choice but to listen to her parents.

The two men stared at the goddess, who felt immense pressure. Finally, unable to maintain her divine dignity any longer, she complained:

"I didn't cry, please don't talk nonsense."

“I admit you are very capable, but I will never relinquish my divine authority unless you can truly convince me.”

"And Vlame, don't forget, I am the one who truly created you. How can you side with him?"

At this moment, in the goddess's eyes, Ronan had become a "villain".

Ironically, everything this "villain" did was actually for her sake and for the sake of the whole world.

She certainly didn't have enough ability to protect everyone, nor did she dare to easily reveal her real name.

Because once the "enemy" comes looking for her, she might have no choice but to abandon this world.

On the contrary, if Ronan were to obtain these things, thus closely tying his interests to Ronan's, it might be the most advantageous development in the long run.

But the goddess just couldn't swallow this insult.

How can the magic you painstakingly created be so easily used as someone else's wedding dress?

Vlame pouted and retorted:

"I'm about to become his wife, so if I don't stand on his side, whose side can I stand on?"

"It is true that the goddess created all things, but my parents gave me life, not you."

"Let's avoid using moral blackmail."

She had learned this word from Ronan, and it was used perfectly in this context.

The goddess was speechless, clenched her fist, and flicked it slightly.

She gazed at Ronan, her tone tinged with the bitterness of being struck hard by reality:

"In short, my attitude remains the same: if you want my divine authority, come and take it yourself."

"But there's one condition: even if you win, don't make me do 'that' with you."

"Don't forget, I am a god."

To be honest, this statement is not very convincing.

Ronan stared at the goddess's pursed lips, as if her candy had been stolen, yet she was pretending not to care, and couldn't help but shake his head in regret.

How did she turn into a child? She's so innocent.

He asked casually, "What kind of thing?"

The goddess hesitated for a long time, then stammered:

"It's that kind of...that kind of..."

She racked her brains, thinking for a long time, but still couldn't come up with a suitable word to describe it.

Seeing Ronan's increasingly subtle gaze, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and forcefully change the subject:

"In short, you cannot be disrespectful to me, and you are absolutely not allowed to do anything excessive to me. Even if I become your vassal, I will not be your slave."

"If you can't even do this, then I have no choice but to leave."

Although this might lead to her being discovered, it's better than losing her virginity for no reason.

She is not human, nor does she want to submit to humans; at most, she will suffer some losses.

Ronan smiled and looked at Vlamé:

"Have I ever treated my subordinates as slaves? Except for the demons."

Vlame replied, "No, Brother Ronan never forces anyone."

"What did the goddess mean by leaving? Does she mean she's going to abandon us?"

"Isn't this a bit too extreme?"

"You guys are the extreme ones," the goddess thought.

The world can be rebuilt if it's gone, but some things, once lost, can leave psychological wounds that can never be healed, even if they can be repaired.

These two are really annoying, but they can't change her determination to give up everything.

Seeing that the goddess's attitude was so firm and showed no sign of wavering, Ronan sighed softly:

"Okay, but if it's your idea in the future, don't blame me then."

"Also, don't misunderstand others so easily."

"I just wanted to protect everything I cherish, what's wrong with that?"

The goddess still didn't answer, thinking to herself that she hadn't done anything wrong, but she still ended up being targeted by him.

As for taking the initiative?

snort…

Unless the sun rises in the west, unless her fiancé suddenly has a brain fart and voluntarily gives up their engagement.

Otherwise, how could such a thing happen?

She has never been interested in love.

And so, the two left the hall.

As Ronan led Vlamé on a tour of the Kingdom of Heaven, he pondered in his heart how to consolidate divine authority.

"Although the goddess refused, it is not difficult to judge from her words that divine authority is a manifestation of willpower."

"Because it possesses it, it can infuse divine power into it, even if it is an ethereal and intangible existence."

"Magic, power..."

"In that case, I can try to generate four theocrats."

Ronan pondered in his heart that besides magic and power, there was also wealth and creation.

Creation is closely related to life, belonging to different branches of the same position.

It is only because of the incompleteness of authority that it cannot compare to life.

I wonder what the effects will be after it becomes a divine right?

As for power and wealth, these two concepts were bestowed upon him by Feng Lingyueying, and he didn't know if he could succeed.

As I walked along the road, divine power gradually increased and was infused into me.

After about two hours, Ronan had exhausted nearly half of the goddess's divine power, and finally, the magical divine authority was fully formed.

In that instant, Ronan sensed a connection he had made with the world.

He subconsciously looked up, as if he saw the goddess's slightly changed expression.

"That's interesting."

The goddess was being modest; what did she mean by a hundred steps? In his opinion, she had at least walked a hundred and fifty steps.

Perhaps it was the natural insight that came with being a god; even I, a modern person, could not match hers.

Currently, it's about seventy steps.

"A difference of half."