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

Since marrying either one would mean betraying the other, it's better to marry them both.

Forced marriage? Infidelity? Not at all.

They only saw a pope who was loving, kind, and unwilling to see others suffer.

And a brave young girl who is willing to sacrifice everything for love.

How wonderful! The goddess will surely bless you.

"...That's strange, how could I have said those words?"

Seeing the helpless expressions on the faces of some of the bishops below, Ronan thought to himself that he could only blame himself for being used to all sorts of things.

However, as long as it can help Vlamé reverse his public image, that's fine.

Without this explanation, tomorrow morning's newspaper headlines would surely be "The Pope's Self-Degradation Leads to the Degradation of Young Girls."

The impact will last at least a few years, if not a lifetime, and may even affect the entire Church of Goddess.

"The allure of journalism..."

As Ronan pondered, he felt a forceful touch on his palm. Turning his head, he saw it was Vlamé.

At that moment, she was so excited that her body trembled slightly.

Before she arrived, she had already prepared herself for criticism from others.

In her view, as long as she can be with the person she loves, any price is worth paying.

I just didn't expect...

She took a deep breath, looked at Ronan intently, and smiled sweetly.

Then, before anyone could react, she quickly tiptoed and gave Ronan a light peck on the corner of his lips.

That's good.

"Thank you."

……

The sudden kiss startled Ronan for a second.

The lingering sensation on his lips told him what the girl in front of him had just done.

Although I'm used to it, I can't help but smile at this moment.

"You're welcome."

Helping one's wife is the most natural thing to do. However, upon seeing this, Celia couldn't help but let out a soft snort.

"I also want."

Even though they had just kissed, she didn't want to lose to Vlamé in public.

She also stood on tiptoe.

Click.

A camera nearby witnessed this scene, and Milie Alde, holding a living portrait, couldn't help but facepalm.

Looking down, I saw that the living painting had also recorded this scene.

"Ah, as expected, the competition between Master and Senior Sister hasn't stopped even now."

"No, we should call her Second Master's Wife now, but we should still call her Senior Sister in private."

"The family hierarchy is really messed up."

Fortunately, it was only Vlame. If others had joined, the sect would have been a mere shell of its former self, which is quite bizarre.

With a sigh of relief, the wedding continued. After Celia's surprise attack on Ronan, Vlamé pouted.

He wanted to retaliate, but at that moment, everyone's attention was drawn to a scene that everyone was enjoying on stage.

Vlame still had some sense of shame; the probing gazes of those people made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

After thinking about it, I had no choice but to give up and prepare to launch a counterattack later that night.

My master and Brother Ronan have already done it; now it's my turn.

Ronan's brother may not accept it, but she cannot remain inactive; after all, she is his wife.

"I heard it's very painful. Has Master experienced it?"

Thoughts swirled in his mind as Vlamé became lost in memories, until Ronan placed the ring on his finger.

The ring's icy touch traveled along her fingertips, striking straight to her heart, and her body trembled slightly.

Coming to her senses, a happy smile appeared on her lips, and she felt a sense of fulfillment.

All that's missing is for them to become one and give birth to the fruit of their love.

"Grow up quickly, Vlame," she wished in her heart, filled with anticipation for the future.

Even if Frilian joins right after, it doesn't matter.

After all, she was with Ronan first.

……

Twenty minutes later, the ceremony concluded successfully.

Ronan led the two away calmly, and then the wedding banquet began.

With no shortage of ingredients and a high social status, the scale of this wedding banquet was unprecedented.

The entire royal city knew about this, and today everyone could eat as much as they wanted, regardless of status or identity, with Ronan footing the bill.

Therefore, while expressing their gratitude, the ordinary people also firmly remembered the three main characters of this wedding.

The fragrance permeated the entire city.

"You're really willing to spend money. You've basically used up all the ingredients you collected before, haven't you?"

At the wedding banquet, Celia, holding a glass of fruit wine, leisurely asked Ronan,

"Thinking about it carefully, you've been quite low-key as pope."

"If it weren't for what happened today, probably no one except the church and the royal family would know your identity."

"You'll probably dominate tomorrow's newspapers."

Newspapers are a product that emerged after the entertainment industry had developed to a certain stage, and they were used to learn about the outside world.

Ronan nodded, reached out and took the fruit wine from Celia's hand, replaced it with a glass of milk, and then said casually:

"If it remains silent, it will be for nothing; but when it does, it will be a sensation."

"As long as it allows you and Vlamé to be known to the world and not suffer unwarranted slander, all the sacrifices are worthwhile."

"As for the ingredients, we can collect them at another time. I've been keeping the higher-end ingredients all along."

"You shouldn't drink alcohol anymore; it's not good for the child."

Celia pouted slightly: "I'm not pregnant yet."

As she spoke, she reached for the fruit wine, but Ronan stopped her.

"What if I get pregnant? After two years and three months of trying, there's still a chance."

That's true. Although Celia was unhappy, she had no choice but to drink the milk down in one gulp for the sake of her offspring.

She wiped her mouth and continued:

"Let's not talk about the kids anymore. I'll quit drinking from now on. There's something I want to ask you."

"How long do you plan to stay after the wedding? I heard from Vlamé that you're going to perfect the Creation Authority, right?"

"So, who are we taking this time? The same lineup as last time?"

"What will you do if Volame gets pregnant in the other world?"

As she spoke, she picked up a piece of sugarcane, took a bite, and

"I know you can give Volame a powerful life force, but are you sure you can give the child in her womb the same?"

“Be careful, Ronan. Adventure is not suitable for married people. I don’t want to see Vlame’s son being depressed all the time.”

"You should understand what I mean."

With that, Vlame ended her conversation with her fellow disciples and walked over from a distance.

She wanted to ask herself what she should do next.

But as soon as they got closer, they saw Ronan and Celia looking at each other in silence.

She frowned: "Master, brother, you..."

Celia looked up and spat out the sugarcane pulp:

“You’re here. It’s alright. Ronan was just wondering if you should come back here immediately to rest and prepare for your pregnancy once you get pregnant.”

"Volamei, do you like children? Boys or girls?"

A happy smile immediately spread across Vlame's face:

"I'll like whatever Ronan likes. As for pregnancy, thank you for your concern. So, when will it begin?"

She never expected the two of them to be talking about such a thing, but she had to admit that it was a topic she couldn't avoid.

Ronan snapped out of his reverie and let out a soft sigh: "I like daughters, as for when... we'll see."

I cannot harm Vlamé because of my own willfulness; after all, the power is there.

After hearing this, Vlame nodded vigorously, becoming even happier, thinking to himself that he must work hard.

I wonder if there's any magic that guarantees you'll conceive a girl.

Try looking for research...

In the remaining time.

……

Thoughts swirled, and the wedding banquet quickly came to an end. The deep night was tinged with a subtle atmosphere.

Inside the room, Celia was sitting opposite Volamere, adopting a "I'm watching you" stance.