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

It's not right.

嗏

Regardless of how her thoughts were leaked, the other party's frank attitude relieved her.

She quickly jogged to catch up with Ronan, skipping and hopping as she asked:

"You can read minds? That's amazing! I'm the Demon King, you know. Let's be friends. What's your relationship with Frey?"

The two voices faded into the distance, gradually disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Seeing this, Vlamé snapped out of his daze and let out a breath.

She gazed at Frillie, who was intently adjusting the flavors of the recipe, and said:

"Sister Frilian, have you finally taken the first step?"

"Congratulations, I suppose you'll soon be able to experience the feeling of love."

Food is the best medium to express love, just like Frillie's current practice of subtly adjusting her taste, which is essentially a manifestation of love.

She just hasn't realized it yet.

Upon hearing this, Frillie raised her head, her delicate brows furrowing.

What is this child saying...?

Vlamé gently shook his head:

"It's normal that you can't understand it now. Time will tell. You'll be able to remember all of Ronan's preferences one day."

"I'm afraid by then, even I won't be as good as you."

Frillie grew increasingly puzzled, but Vlamé said no more.

She turned to look at her master beside her, but he sat cross-legged, seemingly unconcerned.

Because his master remembered almost all of Ronan's preferences, something that he, being younger, could not match.

and so……

"Well, barring any unforeseen circumstances, from now on we'll be rivals. You and I are practically starting from the same point."

"Come on, Frillian! Competition is what drives motivation, and I don't want to lose to you in this."

Vlame nodded, his declaration of war delivered in a gentle tone, but Frillie was completely bewildered.

The opponent… She blinked, wondering if she had done something wrong.

Otherwise, why would someone say something like that?

Seeing this, Celia jumped off the chair, clicked her tongue, and teased:

“You’re unbeatable, Frilian. You’ve inadvertently ignited this child’s ambition.”

"I don't know if you did it intentionally or unintentionally, but... good luck."

Besides offering encouragement, she really didn't know what else to say.

Mocking? Meaningless.

Moreover, if Vlame wins too easily, the game will become quite boring; only a closely contested match is worth watching.

With that, Celia turned and left with Volamere, leaving Frilian alone in the restaurant.

It was extremely quiet around her, and she muttered softly:

"What?! One by one..."

After saying that, not knowing why things had turned out this way, she could only continue to organize the foods Ronan liked to eat and their corresponding flavors.

With the King of Inquiry fully activated, Frilian derived the optimal seasoning ratios for forty recipes in just one minute.

This is something Vlamé could not do.

This is also the reason for Vlamé's concern.

She remained unperturbed, a faint smile appearing on her face, thinking that there would be new topics to discuss next time.

……

Just as the three girls were exchanging blows, Ronan subconsciously glanced back.

Milim followed him around, throwing out questions one after another, but he couldn't be bothered to answer them.

When he arrived at a door, he knocked three times with his fingers, and a voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

Immediately afterwards, there was a rustling sound of someone getting dressed. Scorching Dragon, while buttoning his clothes, quickly walked over and opened the door.

When she saw Ronan and Milim outside the door, she froze on the spot.

"what…"

Before she could utter a sound of surprise, Milim had already pounced on her, excitedly shouting:

"It's been a long time, Auntie."

In fact, the two were not very close, but blood is thicker than water.

Seeing that your loved ones are safe and sound is of course the best thing.

The scorching dragon held her somewhat bewilderedly, its fingers unconsciously stroking Milim's hair, pondering why its brother's child had appeared before it...

Could it be that Ronan has also won her over...?

This…

A strange sense of sorrow welled up in my heart. The whole family of three had been captured. Was this outrageous?

"Don't look at me like that. I didn't know she was coming today. She insisted on seeing you."

Ronan shook his head and reached out to press Milim's shoulder.

"Furthermore, I didn't manage to subdue her; this child came under someone's orders..."

"As for who this person is, I think you already know the answer in your heart."

The scorching dragon blinked, slowly regaining its senses. Then, clenching its teeth, it forced out three words:

"Rudra".

"It's him?"

"I'm not sure, but I'm about 90% sure, right?" Ronan shook his head, one hand in his pocket, and gave his opinion.

"He probably wanted to use someone else to do his dirty work. After all, he didn't know my character and thought that if I took you away, I would definitely torture you."

"What do you want to do? She's being targeted by Rudra."

"If we let her leave..."

Damn it, the scorching dragon couldn't help but want to curse. Why is it that none of the dragon races have a good ending?

She didn't want Milim to stay there; after all, as a prisoner, she and her sister were enough.

But she really didn't want Milim to be hurt by Rudra.

She also possesses the dragon's essence, and is bound to be attacked.

How do I choose? There's no choice.

The scorching dragon gritted its teeth, its gaze shifting between Ronan and Milim.

Compared to Rudra... at least this man in front of them has indeed protected them.

"...Can you take good care of her? Milim is very mischievous."

Milim blinked, not quite understanding what the two were talking about. Taking care of herself…

After a while, seeing that the two seemed to be getting along quite well, she couldn't help but raise her hand and ask curiously:

"What do you mean by 'take care of'? Who is Rudra?"

The scorching dragon gave her a complicated look but did not answer her question.

At this moment, Bai Binglong came out of the house. Having overheard the conversation between the two, he immediately took Milim's hand and led her away.

"Gentlemen, please come inside and talk. Sister, remember to control your temper."

Seemingly worried that the conversation might fall apart, she gave a special reminder.

The scorching dragon said impatiently, "I understand."

They then invited Ronan in to discuss the matter of Milim, and quickly reached a common conclusion.

To prevent Rudra's plan from succeeding, Milim must stay here.

At the same time, considering that mental control is difficult to prevent, a comprehensive and meticulous examination of her mind is necessary to prevent her from being controlled.

Sure enough, it happened shortly afterward.

When Ronan finally noticed something was wrong, the Scorching Dragon slammed his fist on the table and stood up, cursing, "Shameless!"

In order to revive her brother, she even had to use his only daughter.

Rudra has truly gone mad.

Taking a deep breath, she bowed and begged Ronan to release her.

Once the control disappeared, she felt no more resentment.

Thank you.

Her gaze softened a bit.

……

"Wow, from now on, I'm going to live with you all."

Milim was overjoyed to learn that she would be staying there for a long time.

Although I don't understand what my aunt is saying, there's always someone tall to hold up the sky if it falls.

As long as I can eat delicious food, that's enough.

Shizue Izawa forced a smile, thinking to herself, "This girl..."

I don't think so. I've never seen her before, and she's not Ronan's type.