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

The saying "Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for your own" applies in any world.

Ronan, however, simply smiled and didn't seem to care.

"Really? That's pretty good, at least it saves some time."

"I wonder what that so-called demon looks like."

"I wish it had appeared sooner."

"Early?"

Upon hearing this, Celia paused for a second.

Then, her gaze became meaningful as she looked Ronan up and down.

She tried to find a trace of fear in Ronan's expression, but all she saw was determination and excitement.

"Heh, interesting."

A slight smile curved Celia's lips. She wondered what kind of expression Ronan would have when the demon truly appeared.

For centuries and millennia, no matter how powerful humanity was, people trembled at the mere mention of demons; few could match my fear…

Let's wait and see after the demon appears. Hopefully, he's not just talking big...

Step, step.

Hollow footsteps echoed once more, reverberating through the silent ruins.

Celia lowered her eyes and walked ahead of the two, continuing deeper into the ruins.

……

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the Demon King's castle was heavy.

In the dimly lit hall, candlelight flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

Shurahat, a confidant of the Demon King, stood respectfully before the throne.

He wore a black hood that covered half his face, bowed, and slowly reported a message to the Demon King on the throne:

"My Lord Demon King, the Demon King's army has marched south and has already captured more than ten human cities."

"All the elves we encountered along the way were killed without exception."

"However, we still do not know Celia's whereabouts."

"Should the massacre continue to save time?"

Should we use the precognitive spell again?

Chapter 28, Page 29: Demon King, you have passed away.

"..."

The Demon King did not respond to Shurahat, but instead rested his chin on his hand, lost in deep thought.

Ever since he was injured by that girl Celie, he has been hiding in the Demon King's castle to recover.

Time flies, and five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Five years ago, he ordered his generals to lead troops south to kill all the elves and humans they encountered, to avenge the grudge from that time.

however,

She has slaughtered hundreds upon hundreds of Pokémon to date, yet Seria remains completely unmoved, seemingly indifferent to the deaths of her fellow Pokémon…

How cold-blooded they are, almost like demons.

At this point, the Demon King had given up all hope of luring Celia out through the massacre.

This current act of frenzied slaughter is merely a passive venting of anger, while incidentally eliminating the enemy.

After all, the threat posed by the elves was simply too great.

After pondering for a moment, the Demon King seemed to have an idea.

He lowered his hands and calmly said:

"The massacre continues."

"Even if we can't lure Seria into the trap, we must not let the elves continue to live."

"Their talent and long lifespan have always been a major threat to our demon race."

"As for predicting the future..."

At this point, the Demon King paused briefly, his gaze falling on Shurahat, as if weighing something important.

The ability to foresee the future is a magic possessed by Shurahart, allowing him to see what the future holds a thousand years from now.

Generally speaking, this is undoubtedly an invincible weapon in war, and no living being can escape the evolution of predetermined future facts.

For example, predicting that someone will become a great person in the future.

Therefore, all you need to do is set up ambushes in places where the other party is bound to appear before they become a big shot, kill them, and you can change the future.

In the past, Shurahat used this ability to eliminate many people who might pose a threat to the demon race.

If the Demon King remembers correctly, the last time he saw the future through precognition, it was a human child named Vlame.

That child single-handedly ushered in a golden age of magic. Countless humans, under her guidance, rapidly grew stronger, like sparks that ignited a prairie fire, causing heavy losses to the entire demon race.

To prevent this future from happening, the Demon King's army has already led a large force to attack the village where Vlame is located, determined to nip it in the bud.

I don't know what the situation is now.

Recalling those so-called "geniuses," the Demon King's expression grew increasingly gloomy.

He lowered his gaze, a chilling killing intent flashing in his eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"Use it, and as before, don't try to predict the future where Celie will appear."

"She is very powerful, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, she will be able to find you directly through your future observation of her."

"You are no match for her. For the sake of the demon race, continue to target that human child named Vlame."

"As things stand, she is the greatest threat to my demon race."

"Yes." Shurahart lowered his eyes slowly and responded respectfully, then his magic surged and he began to use the magic of foreknowledge.

Immediately afterwards, the Demon King saw that Shurahat's brows gradually furrowed.

Even though the black mask completely covered the area below his eyes.

Yet, it was still difficult to conceal the solemnity in his expression.

The Demon King thought to himself, "This is a scene I've never seen before."

Has something unexpected happened in the future? Or... has the demon race suffered a crushing defeat?

With these thoughts in mind, a long silence fell, as if time itself had frozen in that moment.

After a long while, Shurahat stopped using magic.

The Demon King's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally felt a little relieved.

But, the next second.

Shurahart raised his eyes and uttered a startling statement:

"My Lord Demon King, you have passed away."

"..."

Upon hearing this, the Demon King was instantly stunned.

Who died?

Even though demons are generally indifferent to emotions, upon hearing the news of his own death, the Demon King couldn't help but wonder if he had misheard.

The last time he foresaw the future, he lived peacefully for a thousand years, so why is he...?

Was it Vlame's doing?

How can it be!

I could easily kill hundreds of mere humans with a single slap.

Unless… she is a hero, but is that even possible?

It seems quite possible, after all, the creator is a goddess…

The Demon King's mind was briefly thrown into disarray by this sudden news.

However, his expression remained cold and stern.

His cold gaze was fixed on Shurahart below, his eyes seeming to warn—think before you speak.

Shurahart hesitated for a moment, realizing his words had been too abrupt, but the facts were undeniable, leaving him no choice but to carefully consider his response:

"Please forgive me, Demon King, but I saw in the future that you were slain by the Hero's Sword."

"The time will be about three years from now, of course, it may be earlier, after all, Volamey in the picture has not yet grown up."

"Even so, based on the limited information available, a hero has already been born."

"You lost your life at his hands during one of your personal military campaigns."

"Him?" This unusual pronoun made the Demon King narrow his eyes slightly.

The Demon King asked in a deep voice, "Is the hero a man? Where is he?"

Although the cause of death is unknown, he would definitely not sit idly by and wait for his death.

At the same time, he roughly understood the reasons for the changes in the future.

—The Goddess, the Sword of the Warrior.

Both of these are unpredictable aspects of magic.

The Demon King had seen the Hero's Sword eight hundred years ago.

At that time, he had just ascended to the throne of the Demon King, full of vigor and scorned the so-called legends. So he went to the land of swords, intending to destroy the hero's sword.

However, despite his best efforts, he couldn't even scratch the hero's sword.