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

It's as if it's saying, "Stay away from it."

Immediately afterwards, sharp spikes suddenly grew from the hilt of the knife, and Luminas was unable to dodge in time and was stabbed hard.

Blood seeped out, and she cried out in pain, involuntarily letting go. The Night Rose Knife flew back into Ronan's hand.

"..." This absurd scene made Luminas's eyes widen.

I am your master!

Why…

My body was trembling, I didn't know if it was from pain or anger.

Ronan grasped it and gently shook his head: "Why bother?"

He infused the Night Rose Blade with magical energy to calm it down before tossing it back to her.

"Don't even think about changing the owner. Unless you have the ultimate skill, the name on it can only be mine."

"Actually, thinking about it this way makes sense. As long as you keep working diligently, it will never betray you or be lost."

Why wouldn't they betray? Because they already have.

Luminas gritted her teeth, wanting to curse him as shameless, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.

She was afraid of losing the knife forever.

Finally, his trembling body gradually stopped, and he managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth:

"Yes, I understand."

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

Ultimate skills, I don't even know how to obtain them...

……

A few minutes later, as Ronan's figure disappeared from the room, Roy collapsed to the ground with a sigh of relief.

The wound on his severed arm was still bleeding, but what suffocated him more than the physical pain was the invisible pressure.

The man's mere presence seemed to drain all the air from the room.

Even the Lord compromised with him, what kind of being is he?

"……monster."

He muttered to himself, finally understanding where Luminas's awe came from.

This is not compromise, but... the instinctive tremor when facing the abyss.

He endured the pain of reattaching his severed arm, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Lord Luminas..."

She looked up and asked what to do next, but received only a weary reply: "I want to be alone."

She needs time to accept the consequences of Night Rose's betrayal, and to adjust her current chaotic state of mind.

The series of setbacks caused her to lose the demeanor befitting a "god," even though she wasn't a god to begin with...

This answer stunned Roy.

He could only watch helplessly as Luminas staggered out of the room, his heart enveloped in darkness.

Clench your fist, then release.

creak-

Even the Lord is despondent…

Oh no...

……

"Ah, open your mouth."

On the streets of the Holy Royal Kingdom, Vlame and Izawa Shizue followed Ronan on either side.

Vlamé stood on tiptoe and held the cotton candy high. Ronan took a bite and looked helpless.

They had originally planned to just wander around here and then go back, but when Vlame heard the news, he immediately came after them, along with Izawa Shizue.

The former was lively and active, while the latter didn't want to be separated; both of them had childlike personalities.

There was no other way; in order not to spoil their fun, we had to stay a little longer.

Fortunately, the Holy Emperor's country has no shortage of entertainment venues.

"It's afternoon, Brother Ronan."

Vlamé gazed at the half-set sun and spoke thoughtfully.

She held a wooden stick in her hand, her fingertips gently twirling it, her mind preoccupied with whether the folk remedy would actually work.

Izawa Shizue looked at her, somewhat confused by what she had said.

But speaking of the afternoon, she suddenly remembered something.

After finishing the last candied hawthorn on the wooden skewer, she eagerly asked Ronan:

"Mr. Ronan, what would you like to eat? It's almost dinner time, let me treat you."

“In the fifty years since you left, the food standards in the Holy Emperor’s country have become comparable to what you fed us back then.”

"We have steamed buns and dumplings. There's one filling you've definitely never tried before."

Are there any foods you haven't tried yet?

Ronan snapped out of his reverie, raising an eyebrow slightly, but upon closer reflection, it was quite possible.

It's normal for new species to emerge every fifty years.

Just as Ronan was about to nod and call Celie and the others over, he caught a glimpse of the glint in Shizue Izawa's eyes.

The thought entered his mind, and the purpose of the invitation was obvious. After thinking for a moment, he spoke to Vlame:

"you…"

Before she could finish speaking, Jingjiang quickly interrupted, "It's alright, Fulame can come too, it's my treat."

"That's exactly what I'd like to hear about your experiences over the past fifty years."

"What's a wedding like? I've heard that the moment of kissing is incredibly blissful, is that true?"

She was very curious about this, even though she was already in her fifties, she had only been in the workforce for about ten years.

The rest of the time was spent either training or on the way to training; otherwise, he wouldn't have become an immortal so quickly.

He abandoned magic, seeking only immortality, and awaited Ronan's return.

Vlame seemed unconcerned and said with a grin:

"Of course it's true. I don't know about Master, but I'm very happy."

Jingjiang's eyes flickered: "Is that so?"

She pursed her lips, gazing at Ronan, and decided to hold back her words, thinking she should save them for a more appropriate moment.

"Come with me."

She walked forward with feigned nonchalance, her steps light, thinking to herself that Vlamé seemed to know a lot.

What Ronan wouldn't tell you, you could probably ask her...

Chapter 176, Granbell's Fear, Sun's Death, Chopped Up and Fed to the Dogs, Apology

"A Chinese restaurant? That name sounds familiar."

A cool breeze wafted out from the shop in front of him. Ronan looked up at the signboard and suddenly felt as if he were in Japan.

It's important to understand that the Holy French Empire was designed to be modeled after the Holy Roman Empire.

The presence of such a shop, brimming with oriental charm, here feels rather incongruous.

Izawa Shizue stood beside him, leaned slightly closer, and whispered an explanation:

"If I remember correctly, this store opened recently, and it seems to have borrowed inspiration from something called anime."

Anime? Ronan nodded. No wonder.

As he pushed open the door and stepped into the store, amidst the tinkling of wind chimes, he first glanced around without making a sound.

The number of people wasn't large, but the strong Chinese atmosphere was palpable.

However, whether due to some kind of stereotype or some other reason, it is unclear.

The waitresses in the store all have bun hairstyles and wear cheongsams, which is very pleasing to the eye.

"Excuse me, excuse me."

A person carrying a plate brushed past me, and Vladimir made way for him, blinking his eyes with great curiosity about everything around him.

Ronan led her to a seat and then ordered. While waiting, he slowly answered Vlamé's various questions.

Is the "Zhonghua" in the name of a Chinese restaurant his hometown?

The cheongsam is beautiful, and the bun hairstyle is novel. Could she wear it or tie it up like that?

After giving a brief response to Vlamé, Ronan unpacked the chopsticks in front of him and turned to Izawa Shizue, asking:

"So, you've been staying in the Holy Kingdom all these years?"

"Luminas didn't bully you, did he? Are you still thinking of going back?"

“Avenge me… You stormed into the Eastern Empire back then and encountered the Scorching Dragon, right? Did you see another dragon then?”

Ten years have passed, and Ronan has many problems.

Shizue Izawa rested her chin on her hands, looked at Ronan with gentle eyes, and slowly responded:

"No, Lord Luminas has treated me very well, just like you did back then. I don't want to go back."

"As for the other dragon, Mr. Ronan, are you perhaps referring to the White Ice Dragon?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't see her, but I think she'll show up soon, after all, she hates you to the core."