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

The woman in the painting has exquisite features, with a cold yet imposing air about her.

She explained:

"This is me, or more precisely, me at twenty-five."

"I came into this world at the age of fifteen, and it's really not suitable to use the body I had at that age."

Firstly, my body is not yet fully developed, and secondly, I need to distinguish myself from the rest of the world.

She continued painting, meticulously depicting the body, the clothes...

Based on her memory of her figure, these clothes didn't need to be drawn, but out of dignity, she added underwear.

After she finished drawing it, she handed it to Ronan.

Ronan took it and examined it carefully, as if he were admiring a cartoon.

He gripped the edge of the paper and sighed:

"It's so beautiful. Even after all this time, I can still remember these details about her body."

Vlamé, who had been silent for fear of disturbing the adults' conversation, also curiously leaned closer to watch.

Although she's not as good as Chloe, her level is still above 80, making her a standard Eastern beauty.

"I understand. You can go now. Since this is my first time creating a baby, it will probably take some time, about three days."

Ronan put away his drawing paper and gestured for him to leave.

He had already memorized Hinata Sakaguchi's figure; she was neither plump nor slender, slightly better than Frilian's.

Hinata's expression was complicated, and he really wanted to tell Ronan not to change certain parts without permission.

However, considering that the other party was Ms. Jing's lover, and should have some boundaries, I could only leave silently.

At the same time, she touched her chest, a sense of anticipation fermenting within her.

……

"Hmm, I understand now. So that's how the flower magic works."

That night, Frilian and Vlame were discussing the details of this kind of magic in their room.

She had learned this magic because Volamey had directly told her that as long as you believe, the flowers will bloom.

But now, after detailed discussions, she has gained a lot of knowledge that she didn't know before.

Holding a pen, she tapped lightly on the table, the rhythm synchronized with her thoughts:

"So, is this magic related to childbirth?"

"Flowers need pollination to grow, and we were able to skip this process because we didn't know about it before."

"But child..."

The principle behind elves giving birth is actually similar to how flowers grow.

Since elves do not need to ovulate, they naturally have difficulty getting pregnant.

The key to this research lies in how to skip this process, or rather, how to use magic to induce the elves to ovulate.

As Vlame recounted the story, Frillie didn't understand, but her interest was piqued.

In another room, Celia listened to Vlame and Frilian's conversation, and knowing that everyone was working hard for her, she felt a little more relaxed.

Turning to Ronan, she spoke in a gentler tone than usual:

"You still dragged that child into this, but oh well, I'll forgive you this time."

"How long do you think it will take to successfully create this kind of magic?"

At this time, Ronan was sculpting Hinata Sakaguchi's body.

Hearing Celia's words, he turned his head, stopped what he was doing, thought for a moment, and shook his head:

"It's hard to say."

"However, success is definitely possible, after all, it brings together the wisdom of many people."

"If you think it's unreliable, you can also get involved."

"No way." Celia pouted and crossed her arms.

In fact, she had studied it herself, but unfortunately, she still couldn't figure it out after several years of research.

Now that someone has finally taken the initiative to work hard for me, how can I let myself get dragged into the mire again?

She's the master, so she can just sit back and enjoy the fruits of others' labor.

Thinking of this, she slightly raised her chin, about to say something more, when she suddenly heard the voice of Izawa Shizue from another room.

Shizue Izawa is also studying magic, trying to find common ground.

It can only be said that this child's efforts are no less than my own, but unfortunately, no matter how hard he tries, he can't overcome the natural difference in status.

Celia shook her head, finding her previous actions towards Izawa Shizue utterly ridiculous.

No matter how fragrant a wildflower is, it is still just a wildflower.

She sat down next to Ronan, her gaze scrutinizing the nascent "Hyuga Sakaguchi" before her. Her brow furrowed slightly as she asked:

"Is this what Hinata really looks like? She looks pretty good. Where do you plan to place her?"

"And then there's that Chloe... Come to think of it, this is the first time someone from another world has been brought into our world."

This is indeed the first time, and it is also a crucial one.

Although there were monsters before, the goddess reshaped their bodies and eliminated the potential threat.

Now, it's up to us to make our own decisions.

The two chatted back and forth, and soon the moon was crescent-shaped, and it was late at night.

Celia is preparing to continue working on the child's matter, hoping to shake off the gloom of the past few days.

Just then, on the other side of the puppet kingdom, Kreman suddenly let out a scream.

"Ah—! You...you!"

The tranquility of the night was shattered instantly, and large beads of sweat covered Kreman's forehead. Standing before him were Carrera and Ramiris.

He was leaning against the bed, clutching his bleeding arm. His face was ashen from the excruciating pain, and he could barely breathe.

Carrera casually tossed aside a severed hand and spoke thoughtfully:

"Yes, you must be Klayman. I think I haven't come to the wrong person."

"By order of my master, I have come to chop off one of your hands, Kreman. Do you have any objections?"

"Damn it!" Kreman wanted to curse, and even though he considered himself of high status, he couldn't hold back anymore.

Where did this bastard come from? Why aren't the castle's defenses activated?

And saying it's like chopping off a hand... isn't that a rather abstract metaphor?

Are you serious?!

"Ramillies, you bastard, do you want to start a war with me?"

He gasped for breath in pain, shouted curses, and tried to summon his men.

Ramiris was startled by his loud voice and quickly shrank behind Carrera.

Carrera sneered, a hint of contempt flashing in her eyes:

"Start a war? You're not worthy."

“Miss Ramiris is the master’s guest; remember today’s lesson.”

As she spoke, she took a step forward, and Kreman instinctively shrank back.

"From today onwards, you are one-armed Kreman. If I find out that you have secretly regenerated your arm... hmph."

She didn't finish her sentence, but anyone could hear the threat in it, and Kreman was so angry he wanted to grind his teeth to pieces.

After the two men turned and left, Clayman's men rushed into the room, but it was too late.

"K..." The subordinate hadn't finished speaking.

"Shut up!"

With only one arm left, Clayman angrily threw a pillow.

His face was contorted, veins bulging on his neck, and his sinister gaze was fixed on the severed arm on the ground. He was so angry that he could hardly breathe.

But it had already happened, and the excruciating pain was etched into his very soul. He could only croak out:

"Forget everything that happened today, damn it..."

Chapter 185, Kunoa: I don't want to die, give me a chance (Bonus Chapter)

"I have fulfilled my mission!"

The next day, as soon as Carrera returned, she reported the good news to Ronan.

Thanks to the brazenness of his intrusion, Clayman probably won't be sleeping soundly for decades to come.

And his physical disability will be a lifelong source of pain for him.

The puppeteer became a disabled puppeteer.

When Ronan heard the news, he was at a loss for words.

Chopping off a hand is meant to teach him a lesson, to make him behave, not...

"Forget it, since we've already done it, let's not think too much about it. Let's go contact Guy."

Ronan shook his head, not wanting to dwell on the matter any longer. In fact, if it weren't for Ramirez, he wouldn't even bother to look at her.

Carrera nodded in agreement, thinking to herself that her master was truly kind.

If it were me, to demonstrate my demon king status, reducing my bones to ashes would be the least of my worries.

Just as Carrera was about to turn and leave, she suddenly remembered something:

"By the way, Master."