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

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The fact that her breakfast was ruined made her pout, her cheeks puffed out slightly, and she looked very angry.

This was the first time Ronan had ever seen her with this expression.

His gaze swept over the dusty fried egg and the half-disappeared pudding, and he sighed.

"What's the use of apologizing to me? You ruined her work."

"I know! But I've already apologized to her, and she's just ignoring me! By the way, who are you to Frey?"

At this moment, Milim had a million questions in her mind.

This includes, but is not limited to, Ronan's identity, Frilian's identity, and the whereabouts of his aunt.

Last night, someone sent her a message saying that her aunt was being imprisoned in Tianyi Kingdom.

At first, she didn't care much, thinking to herself, "Doesn't she know what kind of power my aunt has?"

But then I realized it had been a long time since I had visited Frey.

So he set off immediately, ready to see for himself if the news was true or false.

result……

"That means your apology wasn't sincere enough. Try kowtowing a few times."

Upon hearing this, Milim snapped back to reality, her expression freezing.

This……

Although I felt a bit humble, I knew I was the one who made the mistake.

She couldn't help but recall the scenes of her subordinates confessing to her when they made mistakes.

In the past, she would not have cared, but these people seemed very strong, and her Dragon Eye could not judge their strength.

So she immediately turned around and braced herself with her hands on the ground.

Bang bang bang!

This sudden action made Frillie's eyelids twitch: "Wait...wait a minute!"

That was so sudden! And how come your head is so hard? You even broke the floorboards!

She quickly told Milim to stop what she was doing.

"You forgive me?" Milim looked up in surprise, her pale blue eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Her head was not injured at all, and there wasn't even a trace of redness.

Instead, the floor was not only broken, but in some places it even turned to powder.

Frillie watched this scene and fell silent once again.

A moment later, glancing at her "failed" work, she snorted and turned her face away: "No way."

"Then what can I do to get your forgiveness?"

She had kowtowed and apologized, but Milim couldn't think of any other way and was so anxious that she kept pulling at her hair.

Ronan then turned his gaze to Frillie, as the tense atmosphere was not good to continue.

Frillie thought for a moment and said:

“It’s simple, pay me back. I don’t need your apology. This is breakfast I made especially for Ronan, and you ruined it.”

"No amount of apologies can undo the damage. I will only consider forgiving you if you make an exact copy again."

Ronan was somewhat surprised to hear this.

Made for myself?

Milim then got up from the ground, put her hands on her hips, and proudly puffed out her flat chest:

"What? It's that simple. Watch me take care of it in no time!"

As he spoke, he became eager to try, rubbing his hands together, ready to make a big splash.

Frillie then poured cold water on the situation:

“I’ll be the head chef, and you’ll be my assistant, Ronan. Waiting another half hour shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

“I don’t know what you like to eat, but with her here, I should be able to make some things that I couldn’t do on a regular basis.”

Her ultimate skill allows her to master all the recipes in the world.

This is one of the reasons she went into the kitchen.

Ronan nodded, indicating that it was alright.

Although Vlame was a little anxious, he thought that this was food made by his sister Frilian, and it was the first time he had tasted it, so waiting a while wouldn't hurt.

And so, half an hour passed.

Under Frilian's repeated instructions, a flustered Milim finally managed to serve all the dishes on the table.

Baked snowbird, fresh fruit sorbet

The once ordinary fried egg is now decorated, while the Mercury pudding remains unchanged, maintaining its soft and tender appearance.

Frillie sat down: "Let's eat. I hope it suits your taste."

She picked up her spoon, ready to start eating, but just then, Milim suddenly plopped down next to her.

"Um, why are you sitting down?"

She's become quite outgoing, and her capricious temper, which only flares up once every ten years, has just subsided.

Milim clutched her stomach, looking somewhat aggrieved, only then realizing that she hadn't eaten a single bite of food since yesterday.

Seeing this, Frilian gently tapped Pudding and said:

"Are you very hungry? Then forget it, you're only allowed to eat a little."

Upon hearing this, Milim nodded excitedly, her eyes shining like stars.

The more she looked at the group, the more pleasing they seemed to her. Could these people be the prisoners who had imprisoned her aunt?

No, it can't be; it must be fake news.

Thinking this, she began to savor the food, then tears streamed down her face as she ate, mumbling incoherently:

"Mmm, it's so delicious!"

She'd made up her mind; she was going to stay here, no matter who Frey was.

Chapter 195, Adopting Milim, the King of Bonds' New Ability

After quickly finishing the food in front of her, Milim wiped away her tears and let out a satisfied burp.

For her, there is no happier moment than this.

For a moment, he even forgot about kowtowing and apologizing.

However… pressing her hands against her slightly bulging belly, she licked her lips with lingering satisfaction, her eyes darting around as if she wanted to eat more.

Frillie noticed this and quickly pulled Pudding into her arms, warning her:

"No, that's all. Make it yourself if you want. Ronan, what do you think of the taste? Is it alright?"

After all, this was her first time trying these things, and she thought that if there were any shortcomings, there would be room for improvement in the future.

Ronan put down his chopsticks and nodded slightly: "Not bad."

To be honest, the taste wasn't great, but it wasn't bad either; perhaps it's just that I'm used to the taste I usually have.

However, since it was made by Frillian, it deserves praise as long as it's not inedible.

Upon hearing this, Frillie smiled faintly, like a child who had done chores and was being praised by her parents, her efforts having not been in vain.

She scooped up a spoonful of pudding, put it in her mouth, and after savoring it, found it tasted alright. She then pushed it towards Ronan, urging him to try some, and said:

"Could you tell me what areas can be improved?"

"The methods the skills taught me ultimately cater to the general public, and I want to adjust them to suit you better."

And so, the others temporarily became mere supporting characters.

Frillie silently noted Ronanti's strengths and weaknesses, thinking that Vlame was right after all.

Food truly is the best way to communicate and build relationships.

……

"Ah, my apologies. My name is Milim, one of the Demon Lords. The 'Destruction Tyrant' is none other than me!"

After breakfast, the servants took the dishes away to wash them, and Milim then remembered to introduce herself.

She suddenly stood up, gave herself a thumbs-up, revealing her shiny silver teeth, showing no trace of the embarrassment she had when she apologized earlier.

After the introduction, she asked curiously:

"By the way, who are you people, and why are you living in Frey's castle?"

"The food is delicious, I really like it. Can I stay here too?"

She blinked her big eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, behaving like an innocent little girl, but Ronan knew it was all a facade.

Her inner thoughts were clearly revealed: was she here for the dragon seed?

At this moment, Frilian's pink lips parted slightly, as if she was about to introduce herself.

Ronan thought for a moment, looked at Milim, and interrupted her directly:

"Come with me, there's no need to ask us indirectly."

“Your aunt is indeed here, but she is not imprisoned; rather, I have taken her in.”

After saying that, he calmly got up and walked towards the door.

This sudden action left Milim completely dumbfounded.

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