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

Ronan sighed,

"No wonder I always fail to locate the world; my imagination is still too limited."

"But it doesn't matter. Once you reach a certain level, your knowledge will naturally broaden. Let's start with colors that I've never seen before."

During a break in conversations with some of his predecessors, Ronan began using his divine powers to enhance his imagination.

A solid foundation must be laid from the basics.

He was still hoping to win over the goddess.

Moreover, he wasn't quite sure whether the world behind the goddess depended on these things.

If so, then a lack of imagination is a huge flaw.

No matter how hard you imagine steel to be, it's useless if someone just throws in a two-dimensional foil.

……

While Ronan was working hard to improve himself, the goddess fell into deep worry.

She never expected the other party to act so quickly.

How long has it been?

Although Ronan's magical skills are still far behind mine, can we judge his improvement speed by common sense?

No, we can't be this passive.

She immediately prepared to consult with her confidants on how to handle the matter.

However, the responses were a series of excuses such as "stomach ache" and "headache".

Because if even goddesses can't do anything, what can they do?

Just when the goddess was at her wit's end, someone finally stepped forward and gave their answer.

It was that elder believer, Márquez, who spoke:

"My goddess, have you ever experienced the feeling of love?"

The goddess's expression froze: "What do you mean by that?"

Marquez bowed slightly: "Please don't misunderstand. I'm just offering a suggestion that would benefit both sides."

"You know very well that your fiancé will never give up easily."

"Even if you choose to attach yourself to Lord Ronan, he can still forcibly take you back under the pretext of marriage."

“But what if…” he paused, “you have another ‘fiancé’?”

Even if it's just in name only.

"..."

Upon hearing this, the goddess fell into a long silence once again.

She had to admit that, at first, she was somewhat tempted.

Because driving away one tiger to devour another is undoubtedly a brilliant strategy to protect oneself and the world.

Ronan is very strong, there's no doubt about that.

however…

"No, no, absolutely not!"

The goddess's reason prevailed, and she shook her head repeatedly, her face full of resistance.

He just said he didn't want to rely on others, and now he wants to use Ronan. Isn't that a slap in his own face?

And as for her fiancé... well, she's the goddess of creation!

It wouldn't be a big deal if it spread within the Heavenly Kingdom, but if it got out, she couldn't even imagine what people would say about her.

Upon hearing the goddess's reply, Márquez took a step back, his expression regretful, and said:

"Is that so? I'm sorry, in that case, there's nothing I can do."

"Until we don't know how long this world will remain exposed, the only way to resist the risks is to make ourselves stronger or to rely on others to become stronger."

"The former is impossible, so the latter is the only option... In short, I suggest you reconsider."

The goddess pursed her lips and remained silent once more.

She wanted to say she wouldn't consider it, but the words wouldn't come out because she was afraid she'd be proven wrong.

What if my future self actually did that?

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my inner turmoil.

then.

"Alright, I understand. You can go now. Let me have some peace and quiet to think things through."

The goddess waved her hand, deciding to observe for a while longer. She couldn't make a decision she would regret later because of a momentary impulse.

Although what Márquez said makes a lot of sense.

"Yes."

As Márquez's figure gradually disappeared from sight, a long and silent atmosphere fell upon the goddess's palace.

The silence was broken by a soft hum from the goddess.

The scene then shifts from Ronan and Vlamé to Frilian sitting quietly, intently flipping through a book.

Her fingers traced the air, a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Fiancé... I don't want that. I'll just adopt this elf as my goddaughter."

“I know him very well, so he shouldn’t just stand by and do nothing about what happened to me.”

The goddess made her decision, took a step forward, and stood before Frilian.

Frillie was engrossed in the world of the book when she was startled by the sudden appearance of the goddess.

I looked up and heard what he was saying.

Her eyes became blank.

"what?"

……

A period of time passed quietly.

"How was the harvest?" Ronan asked, leading Vlame by the hand to Frilian.

He was about to ask Frillie what she had gained during her time in heaven.

Suddenly noticing the goddess standing beside Frilian, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

When Frilian recounted her recent experience, Ronan's gaze towards the goddess became even more intrigued.

He stroked his chin and clicked his tongue softly.

"You seem to be playing with something very new."

"Godmother, alright, I hope you won't regret this decision later."

I don't know what they were thinking, but upon closer inspection, there's no problem. The goddess is unwilling to compromise, so the only option is to subtly seek protection.

Moreover, she is superior to him in status, so he has to consider Frillie's feelings when he takes action.

Unfortunately, this trick probably only works on ordinary people.

Upon hearing Ronan's words, the goddess immediately retorted and affectionately took Frillie's hand:

"I won't regret it. From now on, you'd better show me some respect."

"Frilian is my goddaughter now, be careful or I'll make sure she never plays with you again."

"Oh."

Ronan couldn't help but chuckle softly, but quickly regained his composure.

He gazed at the goddess, and asked with a hint of teasing in his tone, "Yes, then how should I address you?"

The term "mother-in-law" is definitely inappropriate, since my relationship with Frillie is far from reaching that stage.

Moreover, no matter how I think about it, something just doesn't feel right.

Fortunately, she's just a goddaughter, so it'll be easier to sever the relationship later. Otherwise, it would be really difficult to do something about it.

The goddess pondered for a while, but couldn't think of a suitable title, so she could only helplessly say that it should remain the same.

Ronan shook his head.

"It was indeed a decision made on impulse."

Having reached this conclusion, he felt much relieved and then left with Frilian, who had become the goddess's goddaughter.

Frillie's face showed a rather happy expression.

She was unaware of the complicated relationship between the two.

All I knew was that I finally had family.

Although it was sudden, although…

While she was lost in thought, Vlamé's face displayed a completely different expression.

She took Ronan's hand, glanced sideways, her eyes filled with hesitation, and couldn't help but ask:

"Isn't our goddess being a bit too childish?"

"Is it wrong for us to continue bullying her like this?"

"Should we tell Master about this?"

She couldn't help but wonder what Celia's expression would be when she found out.

Because she knew that her master had never liked Frilian.

But now, he's suddenly been noticed by a goddess...

Ronan glanced at Vlamé and nodded slightly: