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

"Of course I should tell her. Putting everything else aside, the fact that Frilian has a mother is something to celebrate."

"Not only do we need to tell her, but we also need to tell everyone that the current situation is whether Frilian is willing or not."

He looked at Frillie, "What are your thoughts?"

Should we celebrate?

When the topic turned to her, Frillie hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said:

"It's up to you to decide."

"Hmm." Ronan had an idea. He couldn't show favoritism, so he would treat what happened today as a gift for her.

It's been so long since I've seen Frilian's smiling face.

And so, the group left Heaven and then searched for several mimics to give Frillie some fun.

Of course, they didn't forget the demons; they followed behind, their faces still showing shock.

At this moment, they no longer had any thought of resistance.

Simply because I saw the goddess.

……

Two years later, one morning, time flew by.

When Vlamé opened his eyes in bed, he suddenly remembered what day it was.

"not good."

She had a bad feeling and quickly got up and dressed.

She picked up the wedding dress she had carefully prepared the night before, feeling both nervous and worried.

But at the same time, an irrepressible anticipation was quietly brewing in my heart.

Because today is Celia's wedding.

Of course, it's also my own.

"After waiting for so long, this day has finally come."

"Although my brother Ronan may not do anything to me, at least my life is complete."

"My father and mother are here too, right?"

With a smile on his face, Vlamé quickly put on the wedding dress of this era, and then summoned Cotton Candy.

After two years of development, the marshmallow has grown to a height of three meters.

Although it is still tiny compared to the other dragons, it can at least carry me for short periods of flight without any problems.

Because of its small size and compact size, it can also highlight its advantages.

young and energetic.

"Take me straight to the wedding venue, I can't wait."

Vlame gave the order, and casually picked up a piece of bread and placed it in his hand.

She broke off a piece, ate a bite, and then fed some to the marshmallow as well.

Then he ran briskly onto its back and skillfully rode on.

"Ow."

The cotton candy tilted its head back, let out a clear cry, then flapped its wings and flew high.

A strong gust of air billowed Vlamé's skirt, and the dazzling sunlight made her even more radiant.

Looking down at everything below, buildings and crowds flashed by, and she couldn't help but wonder what Ronan and her master were doing at that moment.

They're probably making wedding preparations.

And my parents...

……

Are you nervous?

Inside the room, Celia was having light makeup applied under the care of her disciple.

She was facing the mirror, and not far away was Ronan changing clothes and getting ready.

Hearing the sound, Ronan glanced sideways:

"It's alright."

He patted his shoulder, appearing calm and collected no matter what happened.

"It's just a marriage."

"That's all?" Celia raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly.

Forget it, I'm too lazy to expose him.

After all, it was everyone's first time, and even she, the older elf, was a little nervous.

This means that from now on they will share weal and woe, and their fates will be intertwined.

Turning her gaze back to the mirror, Celia continued, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings, asking:

"Volamey will probably be here today too. Are you ready?"

"If you're not ready yet, would you like some more time?"

"You're very nervous, aren't you? Afraid of hurting her, because you're so young. What if she insists on coming..."

"I know your personality; you definitely won't refuse."

Perhaps, but fourteen sounds better than twelve, even though it's not actually much better.

Ronan glanced at her, pondered for a moment, and then spoke:

Are you worried about her, or about me?

“I certainly won’t refuse her, but I won’t hurt her either. After all, we’ve been through so many things together, so I have plenty of experience.”

Practice makes perfect, not to mention magic.

Celia shook her head and remained silent. She wasn't worried about anyone; she just felt that once you've done something, you should take responsibility, especially if you're young.

Of course, there's also the factor of no activity for the past two years.

Since she can't conceive anytime soon, she might as well give the opportunity to Vlamé.

They are, after all, his disciples and members of his faction.

Compared to Frilian…

The goddess's presence lingered in her mind. Celia let out a soft breath and picked up a delicate hairpin, inserting it into her hair.

As she examined herself in the mirror, she spoke in a soft yet slightly wistful tone:

"You can decide for yourself. The wedding is about to start, and I hope you can make your own decision."

“Miliarde, go and see where Volame is.”

"I need to be prepared."

As she said this, Celia looked down at her pure white wedding dress and a satisfied expression appeared on her face.

All we need to do is make sure that Vlamé doesn't steal the spotlight from this wedding.

A wedding robbery? In any case, I am the undisputed protagonist today.

"Yes."

Milie Alde nodded in agreement and then left the room.

But before leaving, she hesitated, wanting to say something, but ultimately held back.

I wonder what I should call Vlamé now that today is over…

Chapter 168, A Wedding That Ended Perfectly, Vlame Was Shocked (The End)

"What are you doing here?"

Outside the room, in the hall, Minus approached Matilda, who looked anxious.

Her expression was cold: "You're the emcee, right? Is it really okay not to prepare your blessing speech?"

“Master will be angry if you mess this up.”

At this moment, Matilda was wearing a black and white emcee uniform.

Hearing her senior's words, she couldn't help but want to take action immediately.

But for some reason, my legs felt like they were filled with lead, and I couldn't take a step.

Seeing this, Minus let out a sigh of relief: "I knew it. If you didn't have the guts, why did you take on this mission?"

Matilda raised her head softly, about to say something, when she suddenly saw Milielde walking out of a room not far away.

She glanced quickly at Celia in the room, then promptly shut her mouth, thinking to herself that this was just her personality.

Although his psychological disorder of hating men has been cured, he is still afraid of his master.

But with Vlamé's example right in front of her, she couldn't be more envious at that moment.

tangled.

"Hey."

With twenty minutes left until the wedding, just as Minus was about to leave in disappointment, Matilda suddenly spoke up.

She stared intently at the door, which was ajar, and asked the question that had been lingering in her heart:

"How many wives will our grandmaster marry? Do you know, senior sister?"

"With Master and Junior Sister both here, have you ever thought about this?"

"No, what, you want me to lead the charge for you?"

Minus was stopped, and after thinking for a moment, she seemed to understand what Matilda meant.