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

"Kistau is a large region with a population of 200 million."

"Once the master defeats the Eastern Empire again, the land in the east will basically change hands."

"With Luminas as our ally in the west, I believe recapture will be just around the corner..."

"This is incredible! Without us even realizing it, our master is about to control half of the world's land?"

Frey's eyes sparkled; she vaguely saw the birth of another overlord.

Although this overlord may not have thought about these things when he took action, he accomplished everything unintentionally.

Thinking of this, he looked at Ronan with admiration.

"..."

Ronan rubbed his temples, feeling utterly helpless.

Thinking about it carefully, he did not intentionally do such a thing, but given that it had already happened, he was too lazy to review it.

After entrusting everything to Frey, he turned and left with the little fox to find its mother.

Having just been captured, they shouldn't have suffered much mistreatment yet. Incidentally, this also provides an opportunity to understand the troop strength the Empire has deployed this time.

……

……

Upon learning of Rudra's death in the Skywing Kingdom, the scorching dragon's crimson weapon clattered to the ground.

Because of the unforgivable crimes she committed, she had to work here to pay off her debts.

For someone who was once a marshal, it's a disgrace that she's doing this kind of work.

But she knew the principle that one should take responsibility for one's actions.

I thought it would just be a bit boring and tiring, but...

She stared blankly at Rudra's head in front of her, her throat bobbing involuntarily.

His outstretched hand hovered in mid-air, trembling slightly, and fine beads of sweat slowly slid down his cheeks.

The crimson flames behind her illuminated her slightly narrowed eyes. She seemed unable to believe what she was seeing, her voice dry and strained as she spoke:

"Who...who did this?"

She actually had the answer in her heart, but she just couldn't accept it. Why did Rudra die?

And it was such a gruesome death, leaving no trace of the body... and it hasn't even been that long.

Vlame gently shook his head:

"It's probably Ronan, but I'm not entirely sure of the specifics. In any case, the Eastern Empire has begun its desperate counterattack."

"He asked me to come and ask for your thoughts, and at the same time inform you that the culprit has been eliminated."

Vlame didn't quite understand the meaning of those words, but the scorching dragon understood them perfectly.

If the primary culprit is Rudra, then the secondary culprit... is probably himself.

My mood suddenly turned heavy.

I feel like getting angry.

But no reason could be found.

Although she has suffered, it is far from enough compared to those who have lost their homes due to invasion.

Thinking of this, the scorching dragon clenched its fist slightly, looked down at the sizzling weapon, and said:

"I...I understand, please give me some time to prepare..."

Whether it's going to the battlefield or anything else, we can only act after the grief brought about by Rudra's death has subsided.

She felt that Vlamé should be able to understand her.

As she expected, Vlame nodded gently, a faint smile playing on his lips:

"Yes, Ronan also said so, but he only gave you one day to adjust."

"You don't need to collect Rudra's body."

The scorching dragon raised its head and fell silent, leaving itself no room for maneuver whatsoever.

She had originally thought that if she could get the corpse, she might be able to be resurrected.

but now……

He sighed and his shoulders slumped.

He could only blame his bad luck; if he hadn't attacked him back then, things wouldn't have turned out this way.

She lowered her head, her voice fading, almost as if talking to herself:

"I understand, but... can I have his head?"

……

On his way out of the forge, Galasha kept looking back.

Only after confirming that no one had followed did he breathe a sigh of relief, and then asked Vlame with a worried expression:

"Lord Vlame, is it really okay to provoke her like this? Let me destroy that head right in front of her..."

"I almost thought I was going to die."

Vlame glanced sideways, lightly tapped his chin with his finger, recalled the scene from just now, and pondered for a moment before saying:

"I don't know either. Ronan asked me to do it, saying it would help stabilize the relationship."

"But you don't need to worry, that head is fake, he created it using his skills."

“Garasha, you are older than me, can you see through Ronan’s purpose in doing this?”

Fake? If so, then Galaxia roughly understands. The first sword strike upon reaching shore is to slay the one he desires.

Only by completely extinguishing any hope in her heart can she possibly do her best to get things done.

After all, women are mostly driven by emotions.

After Galashar mentioned this possibility, Vlamé nodded in sudden realization, "I see."

Then she realized that the real head was with Ronan, and that he might be dealing with the Eastern Empire—this was probably what they called winning hearts and minds.

"I was indeed too young and my methods were too mild. It seems I still have a lot to learn in the future."

With her hands behind her back, Vlamé skipped a few steps, her skirt billowing, and remarked with emotion.

“My master is good at fighting, and Sister Frilian is learning to cook, so I might as well develop into a strategist.”

"Garasha, what do you think?"

Galasha was not in a position to offer an opinion, as it was a family matter involving several adults.

However, since she was working under Vlamé, the higher her master's position, the more advantageous it would be for her. Therefore, she could only carefully consider her words at this moment:

"You're right, but with your intelligence, you can definitely develop in all aspects."

"Lord Ronan would definitely prefer someone as gentle, considerate, and understanding as you."

"This is something the other three adults couldn't do."

Celia's words are domineering, Frilian is slow-witted, Shizue is strong, and only Vlame knows how to act cute.

Thinking about it carefully, that makes sense.

Vlame stroked his chin and nodded, having already decided to reinforce this impression.

I'll find some books to read tonight, like how to become a considerate and virtuous wife and mother...

Ronan will definitely like it.

A smile blossomed on his face.

……

at the same time.

On a camp on the border of the Eastern Empire, Ronan stood in the sky, gazing at the scene below, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Is this the place?"

The little fox was awake; its nose twitched incessantly, its ears perked up, and its sense of smell was extremely keen.

Ronan wanted to name it, but it refused, saying it could only make a decision after seeing its mother.

"Ow."

After calling out twice, Ronan nodded in response, but for the sake of easier communication, he also added a few skills to it.

"Aww... wait, I can speak now?"

She covered her mouth with her paw in surprise and referred to herself as "this humble servant," probably influenced by her mother.

Ronan nodded: "Yes, how does it feel?"

“Great, thank you so much, sir.”

The little fox nodded gracefully, its tail wagging happily. After it learned to speak, its facial expressions became even more varied.

As he spoke, Ronan had already pinpointed his mother's location using his senses.

In addition, there were several "experts" guarding her side.

"Hmm, two immortals plus ten thousand troops should be enough to awaken another demon king. It's really easy money."

He won't hurt good people indiscriminately, but he'll show no mercy to his enemies.

With his gaze lowered and a cold glint in his eyes, Ronan immediately took action.

……

now.

Kansas sat upright in the center of the room, carefully examining the map to determine which other races in the vicinity were worth subduing.

The Demon King was locked in a cage in front of him, with iron pillars piercing her body to prevent her from using her skills.

She struggled fiercely, her nine fluffy tails bristling, and the gentle expression on her face vanished, replaced by deep hatred: