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

Ronan, however, paid no attention to these things and nodded, saying:

"I'm quite satisfied, but Jingjiang isn't here, so I always feel like something's missing. But she'll be back in the next few years."

"How is the child's development? Has she been mentally imprinted? You're not going to raise her as a daughter, are you?"

Of course, Vlame wouldn't. She knew all too well that there was a deep-seated, unbridgeable gap between humans and demons.

As for the imprint of thought, you can tell just by looking at its trembling appearance.

Seeing this, Ronan understood, and then walked away from Vlamé, thinking about the unexpected peace of the past few years.

Vlamé also became less enthusiastic about children, perhaps because he knew that love would never disappear no matter what.

as well as……

"The magic for direct pregnancy has been successfully created... no, it should be the magic for conception, but unfortunately it only works on elves."

"I guess he's grown up and matured, and no longer wants to compete with Celia."

This is good news; if a real argument breaks out, he won't be biased towards either side.

“A pure elven body normally takes decades to conceive and give birth, but now…”

Ronan sighed as he recalled the hundreds of years required for divine beings to become beings.

"Fortunately, there is Jingjiang."

Actually, Jingjiang was pregnant for quite a long time, about nine years.

But when I think of my lovely daughter, I feel relieved.

As long as the baby is born safely, it doesn't matter how long we wait.

While pondering, Ronan took a step back and returned to his residence.

Celia was sitting in a chair, playing chess with the slightly older Kyumaru.

The two were evenly matched, which provided some relief during the long pregnancy.

Nine Demons looked conflicted, his little face scrunched up, his fingers hovering above the chessboard, unable to bring them down, clearly trapped in a dead end.

Upon seeing Ronan return, she immediately put down her chess piece, leaped up, and jumped into Ronan's arms, nuzzling against his chest affectionately.

"Master, please help me! The mistress is cheating. She promised not to use skills."

Ten years have passed, and due to racial changes, she is now only about ten years old.

Seeing this, Celia clicked her tongue. Why are people looking for outside help?

She didn't use any skills; she just got used to playing against Ronan so many times.

"Don't help her. If she can't even handle the slightest setback, how will she grow in the future?"

The remarks were quite "intense," to the point that Nine Demons almost cried.

The crying only gradually stopped when her favorite food was conjured up, though her little nose was still twitching.

"Where's Frilian?" Ronan asked, gently stroking Kuramaro's head as he looked around.

Celia calmly put away the chess pieces without even looking up:

"They went to the other side of the continent to collect ingredients. I heard there's magic there that can make cakes softer."

"If he wants any magic, he can just ask you for it. Why does he have to do it all himself?"

"She'll probably be back tonight, don't worry about her."

I've become a foodie...maybe it's for myself.

Ronan walked over to Celia and slowly sat down, his gaze gently sweeping over her flat stomach.

Celia paused slightly, then gave a soft hum:

"What? Don't tell me you can't wait."

“I don’t want our child to become a deformed child because of your reckless behavior.”

Ronan sighed, wanting to say that he was, after all, the God of Magic, and since surpassing the Goddess, he had no problem with this.

But since Celia was so worried, we let her be.

It's good to be born later; by then, her parents will have already built the whole world for her.

Born in Rome.

Chapter 207, The Goddess from Beyond the Heavens, Frilian Disappears (The End)

That night.

"Ugh—I'm so tired."

Frillie rubbed her aching wrists and let out a long sigh of relief.

She was carrying a basket containing two magic books and some ingredients.

When Celia saw this, she frowned slightly, knowing that the child had spent the afternoon playing with those "weak" children.

It's no longer an ordinary elf, how could it possibly be tired?

Ronan, however, didn't take it to heart; after all, everyone has their own way of living.

I thought that after Frilian returned, she would rest for a while, or tell me about the function of the two magic books.

Unexpectedly, she uttered something startling, her gaze fixed intently on Ronan:

"Ronan, I think I know what love is now."

"Today, while we were in the fog, we met a guy who called himself a goddess. He said that love is a sacrifice offered to her, an unconditional faith in her."

"It is also the belief that even if we are starving, we will still chant her name day and night."

"Tell me, isn't my unconditional cooking for you every day a form of love?"

Ronan was lost in thought about what to eat for dinner when he was suddenly startled by Frillian's words and paused for a second.

Goddess? Which goddess?

Are there any other gods in this world besides the Goddess of Creation?

In an instant, recalling his previous experiences, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Other gods exist, but they are not in this world.

"It's too fast. I thought it wouldn't happen for thousands of years. I never expected this..."

He muttered to himself and immediately contacted the goddess, just in case.

Celia narrowed her eyes slightly, noticing Ronan's unusual emotions.

Out of a sense of duty as a wife, she hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Frilian, are you sure you didn't mishear me?"

"You should know how serious the consequences would be if another god appeared in this world."

If they are enemies, they must be eliminated as soon as possible.

This was because it was a crucial time when Shizue Izawa was about to give birth, and she herself was also newly pregnant...

Thinking of this, she paused briefly before continuing:

Tell us where that fog is located.

"You probably haven't told anyone else, have you? You can use memory magic?"

Simply listening to Frillie's verbal account of what happened might not be entirely accurate.

Only by seeing the scene with one's own eyes can one confirm one's suspicions.

……

A moment later, Frilian projected her memories into the air in front of her.

Ronan looked over immediately, and at the same time, the goddess spoke in his heart:

"This world has been discovered? Impossible. First, I haven't revealed my name, and second, you've taken away a part of my faith."

"Even if those gods find their way here, the only deity they'll find is you."

Perhaps so, but Ronan didn't say anything, and the scene just happened to be showing the otherworldly goddess talking boastfully.

The goddess spoke a language from another world:

"Confused girl, you ask me what love is? It's simple, love is..."

He rambled on and on, his tone full of compassion and sympathy, almost like a religious mantra.

Then, when it came time to introduce themselves, the fog suddenly stopped, and Ronan only heard the word "water".

It's easy to tell from the image that the mist is likely the bridge connecting Frilian and the goddess.

Frillie gave the location where the fog appeared, and Ronan instantly disappeared from his spot to go there to investigate.

Upon arrival at the destination, as expected, there was nothing left but mud.

Even the soil on the ground looked as if several layers had been shaved off.

Ronan quickly returned and solemnly instructed Frillie:

"Don't go there again anytime soon."

"Your physical condition is not as good as others. If you encounter real danger, even unlimited health points cannot protect you."

Frillie blinked blankly, but even she, in her slowness, now roughly understood the danger of the situation.

Just as she was lost in thought, Ronan, through an in-depth conversation with the goddess, quickly learned the possible reasons for the fog's appearance.

"It's probably a crack caused by the collision of four-dimensional worlds, similar to continental drift, where two continents that were not originally adjacent will connect with each other."

“Creatures can come through these cracks.”

"But unlike reality, the connections between worlds will disappear due to the timeline being off, since they belong to different times and spaces and naturally cannot contact each other."

At this point, the goddess exhaled and sighed,

"Frilian was lucky. If she had taken a few more steps forward and gotten caught up in that other world, even I would have had a hard time finding her."

Ronan was relieved about this.