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

She was tightly gripped by the mimic, her legs sticking out. She struggled desperately, kicking backward, but couldn't break free.

The torches flickered, casting a dim light. Seeing this, Celia, who was not far away, subconsciously rubbed her forehead and sighed softly.

She knew that the probability of encountering such a thing was not so easy, only one in two hundred.

There aren't that many real treasure chests in the world; most of them are just mimicry.

Seeing that Frilian had learned her lesson, Celia took a step forward.

Seeing this, Ronan stroked his chin and asked:

"How many of these mimics are typically found within the ruins?"

"If there were two hundred, would there be a situation where at least one of them is a real treasure chest?"

Celia turned her head, her brows furrowing, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes.

She roughly understood Ronan's meaning and asked in return:

"Are you planning to take all the mimics out of here?"

"Absolutely? Not necessarily, but close enough. After all, no matter how ancient the ruins are, they are still man-made."

"No matter how many mimics there are, there will definitely be real treasure chests among them."

"Unless, the guy who built the ruins likes to play pranks, but the probability of that is extremely low."

“As a nation on the verge of extinction, no one would joke about passing on their heritage.”

This is actually what Celia was planning to do.

Two hundred years ago, she arrived at the figure of 99% because she had emptied several ruins.

Now that she hears Ronan wanting to "steal her business," her first reaction is rejection.

But then she realized that this ruin was much larger than the ones she had explored before, and she definitely couldn't find all the mimics by herself in a short time.

Instead of letting others profit from it, it's better to find someone to cooperate with and seize the opportunity together.

Ronan nodded thoughtfully, having fully understood Celia's meaning.

Meanwhile, Frillie was still crying and screaming, kicking her legs faster and faster, almost getting stuck vertically inside the mimic at a 180-degree angle.

Seria snapped out of her daze and, as she walked forward, explained to Ronan and Frilian:

"Don't be fooled by the mimic's amazing suction power; once you get bitten, you'll never be able to pull yourself out."

"But in reality, its physiological structure is similar to that of a normal human mouth."

"Of course, you can also use low-powered magic to kill it from the inside."

"However, I generally don't recommend it, as it can easily mess up your hairstyle and get your clothes dirty."

With that, Celia grabbed Frillie's legs and gently pushed them inward with both hands.

In an instant.

The mimic's expression suddenly changed.

It looked as if it had swallowed a fly, and the wooden planks on its body became twisted.

Followed by.

vomit.

With a dry heave, Celia pulled, and Frillie, her body tense, was dragged out.

As soon as the light came on, she stopped crying instantly, her face still bearing traces of wet tears, revealing a peaceful expression of relief after surviving a disaster.

Chapter 27, Section 28: Precognitive Magic, the Demon King Appears, and the Massacre of the Elves.

A moment later, the group dealt with the mimic and resumed their journey.

Frillie's ears drooped, and after wiping away her tears, her face was full of disappointment.

She couldn't get over it, realizing that she had been defeated so suddenly and without warning.

What frustrated her even more was that her fear of the dark was amplified to the extreme in front of the mimic.

Perhaps she was just not cut out for adventure; even monsters that others would consider insignificant could catch her.

"We have now passed the outer area of ​​this site."

Celia seemed oblivious to Frillie's current dejected state, only glancing at her casually out of the corner of her eye as they walked and talked.

"Next, we will enter the central area of ​​the ruins, which is the area that adventurers have never set foot in before."

"If nothing unexpected happens, there are some rather powerful monsters there."

"If you're scared, then stop here."

"A thousand-year-old relic is not a place for newcomers like you."

In Celia's eyes, although Ronan was quite strong, his performance here was undoubtedly that of a novice.

If an adventurer like this keeps following me, it will probably only bring trouble.

It would be better to let them wait where they are, or wander around the perimeter until she has finished dealing with her business, before venturing deeper into the ruins.

Of course, Celia had her own ulterior motives in doing this.

Firstly, she could get ahead of the two and collect the treasures deep within the ruins, enriching her own collection.

Secondly, she could demonstrate her power to Frilian, further weakening Frilian's dependence on Ronan, so that Frilian would become her apprentice.

Whether Ronan saw through Celia's thoughts or not, he simply smiled slightly.

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained."

"If we're not even willing to take this small risk, why did we come here in the first place?"

“You don’t need to exaggerate, Celia. I will protect Frilian.”

"Perfect timing, we still have plenty of time. Tell us about those so-called demons, what's the difference between them and monsters?"

After saying this, before Celia could reply, Ronan reached out and pulled Frillie, who was walking behind and looked somewhat dejected, to his side, and softly comforted her:

"You don't need to hold a grudge about what just happened. Everyone has weaknesses, and I'm no exception. Besides, you haven't fully grown up yet."

"Seria, you must have a weakness too, right?"

Ronan turned to look at her.

What does this have to do with me?

Celia glanced sideways at Ronan, clearly displeased with his confident tone, and snorted coldly:

"So what if I have it? So what if I don't? As an elf, being afraid of the dark is a huge joke."

"Even if she needs to adapt, several hundred years is enough time for her to gradually correct herself, rather than for it to get worse."

"of course."

Celia narrowed her eyes slightly, then changed the subject.

“If she becomes my apprentice, all these problems will be solved. I will develop magic that will make people no longer afraid of the dark.”

Frillie did not respond; clearly, such conditions were not enough to make her go against her conscience.

Seeing that her words had no effect, and Ronan looking at her with a half-smile, Celia felt a wave of embarrassment.

She snorted again, deliberately changing the subject:

"You are unmoved by external things, that's very good, I really admire you more and more."

"So-called demons are just some special kinds of monsters."

"Like the Water Mirror Demon and the Flame Roar Demon from the mythological era."

"The former can read the memories of everyone who enters the ruins and then create a copy with the exact same strength, skills, and style of doing things."

"The latter can eliminate all moisture in the air and is completely immune to water magic, ice magic, and even fire magic."

“I have seen both of them, and I have defeated them both.”

"And the demons that exist in these ruins, if I remember correctly, are most likely related to reproduction and modification."

"It can produce demons. The Pure Land Dynasty was destroyed by this thing."

"Reproduction?" Ronan suddenly remembered the demon-eating flower he had seen outside.

Due to the special circumstances of the era, could it be...?

Ronan pondered for a moment and then told Celia about it.

Celia's lips curled into an approving smile, and she nodded, saying:

"Not bad, it seems you're not too stupid."

"For 1,300 years, without energy replenishment, no living thing could survive."

Even monsters are no exception.

"If nothing unexpected happens, that demon-eating flower should be one of the demon's offspring."

"I never expected you to kill me..."

At this point, Celia seemed to remember something, and the smile on her lips became even more amused.

She deliberately stopped, crossed her arms, turned to look at Ronan, and said gloatingly:

"Kid, good luck to you."

"If you killed it, then you will inevitably retain the scent of that demon-eating flower."

“If we were outside, it wouldn’t be a problem, but since you’ve chosen to come deep into this place with me…”

"That demon will definitely not let you go."

Celia wouldn't say anything about sharing life and death or advancing and retreating together.

In her mind, her own interests were the most important thing.

If a demon were to appear, her first reaction would definitely be to take Frilian away and then, while the demon is attacking Ronan, to plunder everything related to magic.

Theoretically, she shouldn't have done this because she loves fighting, but Ronan's goals conflicted with hers.