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

boom.

With a soft thud, the shell was instantly scattered, as easily as swatting away a speck of dust.

Celia was taken aback when she saw this.

She suddenly raised her eyes:

"you!"

Is this a human?!

Even monsters aren't that physically strong.

She used about one percent of her magic power, and once condensed, it was enough to shatter diamonds.

Unexpectedly, I was defeated by this tiny human.

Preparing to strike again, the icy magic erupted without reservation.

This magical power, like a raging tsunami, spread wildly outwards from Seria as its center.

Its sheer size is so great that it can even affect reality, blowing away everything in its vicinity.

However, at this moment, Frillie showed an unprecedented stubbornness.

In her opinion, Celia's behavior was simply inexplicable.

An elf claiming to be an elder suddenly appeared and inexplicably wanted to take him away.

Although the other party is powerful, does the strong have the right to arbitrarily decide the choices and lives of others?

How could she not know that the elven race had such a reckless and powerful individual?

Frillie summoned her staff, adopting a stance that suggested she would stand with Ronan through thick and thin:

"Who are you? Why are you stopping us from exploring the ruins?"

This question stumped Celia. Why? Because she was afraid of this kid, of course…

and many more…

It was only then that Celia belatedly realized the discrepancy between Ronan's outward appearance and his actual performance.

She narrowed her eyes, a hint of suspicion flashing in them, forcibly pulling herself out of her battle-ready state.

She stared coldly at Ronan, her eyes sharp as knives, as if trying to see right through him, and asked, "Are you playing me?"

"Play?"

That's so unfair! Ronan smiled.

"What do you mean? I have never provoked you. From beginning to end, you were the one who started it."

At this moment, the raging wind around them gradually subsided, and the aftershocks of the magic also gradually dissipated.

Ronan glanced at Frillian beside him, and seeing her leaning towards him, his eyes filled with relief. He then said...

"Hmm... at most it's just a little money, nothing to mention."

"I'd like to ask you, Miss Elf, why do you value Frilian so much? Is it just because she's an elf?"

“…” Celia fell silent.

She couldn't refute Ronan's words.

She wasn't the kind of unreasonable sprite, and as a prominent figure, she couldn't afford to lose face in front of younger generations.

After a brief silence, Celia gradually calmed down and whispered her apologies to the two of them.

Meanwhile, to protect Frilian and prevent her from being seduced by humans, Celia spoke in a deep voice:

“I am Celia, the great mage of the Elf race, Frilian. You should have heard of my name.”

"I was born in the age of mythology and possess the vast majority of magic in the world."

"Judging from your performance just now, you must also be a mage."

"Then, considering we are of the same race and you are exceptionally courageous, as compensation, Frilian, would you be willing to become my disciple?"

After saying that, she glanced at Ronan meaningfully, and continued,

"Human life is too short; only elves can depend on each other."

"I haven't found a decent successor in a long time."

"For the sake of the Elven race, Freyren, come, join me."

Chapter 25, Section 26: Hero, You're Interesting

"I do not want."

Just when Celia was absolutely certain that Frillian would agree, or at the very least hesitate, she was suddenly met with a resolute reply.

Celia was slightly taken aback, a look of disbelief flashing in her eyes. She had actually been rejected?

The younger generation these days...

Before she could let her thoughts wander any further, Frillie's calm voice rang out:

“I do know you, and I do love magic, and human life is indeed, as you say, extremely short.”

"But that is not a reason for me to go against my conscience."

She paused, her tone softening slightly, "Of course, I don't dislike you."

After a brief conversation, Frillie learned why Celia had attacked Ronan and wanted to take her away.

She silently sorted out the cause and effect in her mind.

Although I can understand some of Celie's thoughts, deep down I really can't accept what she did.

Frilian stared at Celia, put away her wand, and spoke in a cool tone:

“I can sense that you are very powerful. If I become your apprentice, I will definitely be able to learn more magic.”

"However, my world is not just about magic."

"I believe in Ronan because he is a hero."

Because Celie unleashed her magic, the surrounding crowd had already fled in fear.

Therefore, no matter how sensitive their words were, no one would hear them.

Celia was taken aback again by Frilian's words.

She subconsciously rubbed her ears, wondering if she was hallucinating.

A hero? Who? Him?

This kid is actually a hero?

There's no such brave man.

Although he cares deeply for Frillie, is powerful, and unafraid of authority...

Well, from these perspectives, he does barely meet the standards of a hero.

But Celia just wouldn't believe it. In short, she was very unhappy.

Celia narrowed her eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them.

She gently brushed her long, golden hair behind her ear, took two steps forward barefoot, looked Ronan up and down with piercing eyes, and asked in a deep voice:

"Is what Frillian said true?"

"Boy, if you're a hero, where's your hero's sword?"

Ronan disliked being high-profile, so his sword, the Hero's Sword, had long been hidden in its sheath.

At this moment, facing Seria's questioning, he calmly turned to the side, revealing the scabbard hanging at his waist, his eyes conveying a signal:

You mean this?

"I don't know if I'm a hero. If she says yes, then I am."

What do you want?

Celia looked at the Hero's Sword, which was hidden and only had its hilt showing, and suddenly smiled.

She has exceptional eyesight; even if she only sees the hilt of a sword, she knows it's the real thing.

To pretend to be a weakling when you're supposed to be a hero... Does this kid have any morals or conscience at all?

Although… okay, she admits that playing dumb to fool others is quite satisfying, because she got taught a lesson, but what about the Demon King…

Celia's lips curled up, her eyes sparkling with amusement:

"Kid, I have to admit, you are the most interesting human I have seen in the last three hundred years."

"I am neither a goddess nor a weakling, so naturally I will not criticize you for anything."

"But humanity's peak lasted only a few decades, and the news of the hero's sword being drawn will soon spread and reach the demons."

"The Demon King won't let you off the hook then. I hope you'll still be this confident then."

"Frilian".

Celia looked at Frillie, her voice regaining its usual coolness.

"It's alright if you reject me. You're still young, and you have a long road ahead of you. Our elven race has a lifespan that is almost eternal."

"So, I can give you a second chance."

"Then you can make your choice. I'll be waiting for you."

After saying that, Celia turned and left without waiting for Frillie's agreement.

His demeanor suggested that if he stayed any longer, his authority would diminish.

Ronan smiled calmly, reached out his hand, and immediately followed with Frilian.

Upon hearing footsteps behind her, Celia's face darkened.

She turned around, hands on her hips: "What are you two doing following me?"

……