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

She thought that no words were as effective as actions, and that actions alone were not enough; attitude was equally important.

My master lost because of his race, but I was born with a unique advantage.

We absolutely cannot miss this rare opportunity.

As he closed the door, Vlamé began humming a song he had learned from Ramirez.

Ronan sat on the bed and began to think about where he should take Vlamé tonight.

Because it had been decided beforehand that once they did that kind of thing, they would go on a honeymoon to relax her mind and body.

I'm only missing one ultimate skill... Let's just go to the Russell Kingdom.

Just then, Vlamé seemed to have guessed Ronan's thoughts and spoke from the bathroom, his voice deep and muffled:

"Hmm, Brother Ronan, are you thinking that it's not advisable to go out at this time?"

"It's alright. If Sister Jingjiang is bound to your fate, then she will definitely not be in any danger."

“It’s not just her, but also Master and Sister Frilian will be affected by it.”

"Let's go to the Russell Kingdom. I'd like to see what the owner of the King of Hope looks like."

As she spoke, the sound of running water in the bathroom gradually stopped. A moment later, she came out wearing a bath towel, seemingly having just taken a quick shower.

There was magic involved; it was just a ritual to avoid leaving a bad impression on one's lover.

After drying off, she lay down on the bed as usual.

With a "snap," the lights went out, plunging the room into darkness, before the gentle voice continued.

This time, however, he seemed a little restrained.

"Okay, don't think about those things anymore."

"I love you, so..."

Chapter 194, Cook Frillian: The Way to a Man's Heart – Through His Stomach; Milim's Visit

The next day, the warm sunlight shone into the room, and Vladimir woke up refreshed.

She opened her bright eyes and glanced at the person beside her, realizing that things weren't as bad as her master had described.

It's probably because magic was used.

Have to admit.

Sometimes listening to your master is the right thing to do. Knowing when to stop and not letting your legs go weak is the best proof of that.

She let out a breath, tried to move Ronan's arms away from her, and got up to wash up.

Although I still want to snuggle up, I have important things to do today.

Straighten up and get dressed.

Ronan opened his eyes, his gaze showing no sign of sleepiness.

He rolled over, put his hands behind his head, and glanced at Vlame's smooth back out of the corner of his eye, asking seemingly casually:

Are you still jealous about Jingjiang?

Hearing the sound, Vlamour turned her head, her slender fingers pausing on her buttons. After a moment's thought, she shook her head.

"I'm not jealous, I just don't want to fall behind her."

"But since one cannot possess a second ultimate skill before becoming a saint, we can only let her be for now."

"I will try my best."

She knew in her heart that ultimate skills had weight, and if one dared to try to possess them without sufficient ability, one would only be crushed by the weight.

Ronan is able to hold so much because he is immune to damage.

I'm not good enough.

Hearing this, Ronan nodded thoughtfully, thinking that it was good that they were willing to get along harmoniously.

The most troublesome thing is that the fire starts in the rear, and it's not fair to favor either side.

After getting dressed, Vlame got out of bed.

She walked to the bathroom door, then suddenly remembered something, stopped, turned to Ronan, and said:

"By the way, about Sister Jingjiang... have you thought about holding a wedding for her?"

"Both my master and I are your rightful wives."

"But she..."

Competition is based on the premise of equal starting lines, and Vlamé did not want to win unfairly.

Ronan understood what she meant, his gaze lingered on her face for a moment, and he nodded:

"Let's wait a while. It's not really the right time right now. After all, our honeymoon period isn't over yet."

"Besides, she herself doesn't seem to care much about this."

There weren't many rules during wartime; in her view, mutual love was enough.

Vlame leaned against the door frame, his head slightly lowered, seemingly lost in thought.

After a long while, he finally raised his head and said:

"Okay, I understand. In that case, let's do it the way you want, Brother Ronan."

After saying that, she went into the bathroom to wash up, but her mood was not very calm at the moment.

She felt there was a possibility of a shotgun wedding.

A month is too long.

What if I get infected...

"Sure enough, I still can't bear the thought of a child taking away my love."

"If it were mine, that would be fine, but if it were someone else's... I can roughly understand how Master felt at that time."

In front of the mirror, Vladimir bent down and combed her hair, her emotions still unsettled.

She gazed at herself in the mirror, her fingertips gently tracing her flat stomach, and murmured:

"Twenty days left, keep going, Vlame."

She decided to follow her master's example. Once Jingjiang joined, her opportunities would be fewer.

Not to mention, there may be others in the future.

such as…

The image of a certain person flashed through her mind, and Vlame sighed, wondering when their relationship would take a further step.

She probably doesn't even know what love is.

……

“Ache.”

In the kitchen, Frillie sneezed.

She was wearing a light blue apron tied around her waist and was trying to make breakfast.

As Vlamé once said, food is the fastest way to communicate with people, besides magic.

She herself didn't seem to feel anything about it, but looking back, Ronan did seem to have a particular fondness for food.

Frillie rubbed her nose, flipped the fried egg over, and yawned, thinking that getting up early was indeed difficult.

Thankfully, I have a bell to help me hypnotize myself.

Once the fried eggs were golden brown on both sides, she carefully lifted them with a spatula and began to plate them, while glancing at the steamer.

Steam bubbled out, and the soft Mercury pudding swayed gently under the transparent lid—it was my favorite dessert.

Once the pudding was steamed, Florian placed it on a towel and brought it out.

After preparing the rest of the breakfast, she wiped the sweat from her forehead, thinking that Ronan should be up by now.

I wonder how he would rate these foods...

For some reason, even though Frilian found it all quite ordinary, a faint sense of anticipation still rose within her.

Just as she was thinking this, her gaze fell on the stairs, and she waited quietly.

"Boom!"

A loud crash shattered the morning's tranquility, and the wall beside them suddenly broke, sending bricks and stones flying.

"?!"

"Hahaha—!" A petite figure, almost completely naked, slowly rose from the ruins.

Her pink pigtails shimmered in the sunlight, and she stood with her hands on her hips, laughing heartily.

"Frei, I've come to play with you!"

It's Milim.

Frillie glanced at her, then her peripheral vision caught sight of the breakfast on the table, ruined by flying pebbles.

His expression changed instantly.

……

……

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!!"

A few minutes later, Milim knelt before Ronan, clasped her hands together, and loudly apologized with a look of remorse.

She never imagined that her excited appearance would ruin a girl's carefully prepared surprise.

Frey is really something, why didn't she tell me she was moving?

I regret it, I regret it so much.

Frillie sat to the side, arms crossed.