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

Izawa Shizue was learning flower arranging and yoga not far away, saying it was to make herself more feminine.

He lifted his sunglasses to take a look, then turned to Vlamé and asked:

"How have things been going with her lately? Does Celia still have any complaints?"

"Regarding Hinata Sakaguchi, her soul is weakened. Can the King of Hope heal her?"

A lot has happened in the past few days. First, after returning, he fulfilled his promise to Shizue Izawa.

Having killed so many people, they've expressed their stance; further delay is inappropriate.

Moreover, Shizue Izawa understood that he might leave at any time, which was why she was in such a hurry.

Vlamé sighed, his expression somewhat complicated:

"It's hard to say. My master may not say she hates it, but she probably won't be able to accept it in the short term."

"Although I personally really like Ronan's frankness, well, the elves... it's been several years since then."

"If Sister Jingjiang gets pregnant before her, I think anyone would be against it. So I personally think it's best to have both of them equally."

"Regarding Hinata-neechan... she can be healed, but the problem isn't there; it lies in the soul of the other Hinata-neechan."

As he spoke, Vlamé straightened up and took a sip of his chilled juice.

"Her time to travel to another world is almost up, and it is impossible for two identical souls to exist in one world."

"So when the future Hinata comes here, the past Hinata will definitely fall into a deep sleep, and may never wake up."

"The only way to break this deadlock is to kill her in the future, but that would create a paradox and be cruel, unless..."

She kept everyone in suspense, secretly glancing at Ronan's reaction.

"Unless what?"

Vlamé hesitated for a moment, then slowly said:

“Unless you take her soul out of this world. I can’t do that, but Ronan, you can.”

The meaning was obvious, and Ronan fell silent.

To save someone, you have to kill someone else, but if the person to be saved is taken away, then killing becomes meaningless.

This is indeed the easiest, most direct, and most effective method.

Similarly, the sleeping Chloe can be manipulated in the same way.

But the question is, are they willing?

Ronan shook his head, deciding to ask Hinata for her thoughts later.

Just as he was pondering this, Frillie pushed open the balcony door and came in, saying that a guest had arrived.

Ronan looked at her and nodded: "I understand."

After saying that, he stood up, then remembered something.

"By the way, Frilian, has Celia been treating you like a daughter lately?"

"Please try to talk to her tonight."

"By the way, I was wondering what you think of Celia's performance as a mother?"

Chapter 183, Ramiris's Plea for Help

This question stumped Frillie.

Because she didn't know the specific reason, she couldn't understand how Celie's behavior made her feel, but she was observant and sensed it.

So, as she walked back, she recounted this detail, and Ronan nodded slightly, understanding why.

On the one hand, it's probably to get used to the role of mother in advance; on the other hand, it might be because she doesn't want to lose to others.

At the same time, she probably also wanted to know who was the one who cared about her the most.

Ronan let out a breath, feeling a mix of emotions:

"I understand. Keep it up, and it's best to give her some experience."

The time had come to develop that kind of magic. As Volame grew older, we went to ask her what she thought in the evening.

As they spoke, the two slowly descended the stairs and soon encountered their visitor, Ramirez.

However, compared to before, she was several sizes smaller, now only the size of a fist.

As soon as she saw Ronan, she eagerly flapped her wings and rushed towards him, crying out in a tearful voice:

"Wow—you've finally appeared!"

"Help me, Ronan! That guy named Clayman is bullying me!"

Her words were direct and urgent, filled with grievance.

Kreman...

Ronan recalled the events of that time, and thought, "Isn't this the guy who fled in such a sorry state?"

He gestured for Ramiris to quiet down, then instructed a servant to pour her a glass of water.

After Ramiris hugged the water glass, which was taller than herself, and gulped it down in large gulps, she finally managed to regain her composure.

"I'm exhausted from all this journey!"

"Let me tell you! Not many years after you left, I began to reincarnate, and after reincarnation..."

She spoke very quickly, recounting the whole story in one breath.

In short, it's unclear what triggered Clayman's aggressive expansion of his influence in recent years.

He provoked every demon king weaker than him, either by plundering their land or their people, revealing his blatant ambition.

Therefore, he set his sights on the elves in the Elf God Realm.

Elves are unowned; anyone can acquire one, as long as the elf takes a liking to it.

Ramiris's control of the Elf Realm grants her a near-monopoly on all sources of elves.

Kreman wanted to break this monopoly, so he launched a campaign against it twenty years ago.

"Twenty years?"

This number made Ronan raise an eyebrow instinctively.

I felt there was some coincidence, but since there was so little information, I didn't pay too much attention to it and let Ramirez continue.

"Uh, where were we? Right, that Klayman is so despicable!"

Ramiris scratched her head, then angrily waved her little fist.

"They actually spread rumors that the Dark Elves are the root cause of the hero's corruption, and demanded that I hand over all the Dark Elves!"

"He said that without the Dark Elves, the number of Demon Lords wouldn't have surged... I've never heard of that before!"

"Ronan, you don't think so too, do you?"

"By the way, what happened to that dark elf from back then?"

Ramiris, holding the cup, floated in the air, looking at him with her small eyes full of worry.

She couldn't help but wonder if her skills from back then had awakened. If they had…

Ronan shook his head, his eyes calm, interrupting her thoughts: "It's alright."

Apart from sleeping for more than ten or even several decades and not waking up yet, everything else is normal.

Of course, he didn't mention that, lest Ramiris keep asking him endless questions. He continued:

"So, how do you want me to help you?"

“I understand the situation. Although there is nothing wrong with anti-monopoly itself, you are, after all, the master of the Elf God Realm, and his behavior has clearly crossed the line.”

"Should we cut off one of his hands, or both?"

Clayman's behavior was no less than someone who, out of money, resorted to force to compel a bank to send him money.

Ramiris was startled by these blunt words and instinctively shrank back.

She really wanted to ask if there was a gentler way, since she didn't really like fighting and killing.

But considering the immense pressure those rumors placed on the Elven Realm, he could only tentatively say:

"Well, let's teach him a lesson first. You wouldn't just kill him, would you? Hmm—that would be too barbaric."

That's hard to say, but since it's Ramirez's business, Ronan thought for a moment before replying:

"Let's see how he performs. By the way, I also want to know where he gets the confidence to provoke other demon kings."

Given that he "died" 20 years ago, Clayman's arrogance might be understandable.

But there wasn't even a test... For a high-IQ demon king, that's really unacceptable.

Ramiris nodded, relieved. Just as she was wondering when to leave, two people lifted the curtain and came in.

It was Carrera, and the little white-haired girl following behind her, both looking serene.

Since Ramiris had never seen the Primal Yellow before, she thought it was a child from a nearby house who had run in.

result…

Carrera suddenly stopped walking, knelt on one knee, and placed her right hand on her chest in a gesture of respect.

"My lord, I have not failed you!"

"This is the White Ancestor, who is on par with me. With her here, I believe it will be a piece of cake to contend with Qi Yi!"

Ronan nodded calmly, without asking why the White Progenitor possessed a physical body.

He believed a reasonable explanation would be given later, but Ramirez couldn't sit still.

Her eyes widened in disbelief. The White Progenitor? What on earth was going on?

I've heard that the progenitor of yellow culture is with Ronan, but how...

A pair of scarlet eyes stared at him, carrying an indescribable pressure.

Her fluttering wings stopped abruptly, and she flew in terror behind Ronan, clutching his clothes tightly with her small hands, screaming: