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

As Ronan pondered, the elder elf seemed to sense their confusion and immediately pointed out the key point:

"May I ask, sir hero, where did you obtain this sword of heroism on your back?"

"Can I take a look?"

Upon hearing the words "Sword of the Warrior," Ronan suddenly understood.

He wanted to refuse, because he was no hero at all, and who knew if the sword was even real.

But they've already put it so bluntly...

"..."

With a soft sigh, Ronan took the longsword from his back and handed it to the elven elder, saying helplessly:

"I found this sword on the way, I really found it."

"I know you may not believe it, but it's true."

“I believe you,” the elder elf said solemnly, taking the sword and uttering each word carefully.

His gaze carefully examined the patterns on the sword, seemingly talking to himself, but in reality, he couldn't help but sigh:

"The hero would not lie; the hero's words must be true."

"It is said that famous swords possess spirits and may automatically choose their masters, which is not impossible."

Ping.

He flicked the blade lightly, his meaningful gaze fixed on Ronan, his tone brooking no argument.

"I guarantee with my more than two thousand years of life experience that this sword is indeed the true sword of the brave."

Well, now that things have come to this point, he's a hero even if he wasn't.

The key point is, he really doesn't want to be a hero.

Who wielded this sword of the hero...?

Oh, it's me. Never mind then.

Chapter 3, Part 3: I Hate My Job

After a brief conversation, they confirmed that Ronan was indeed the true hero.

Although it's unclear why he's so averse to being a hero.

But the elder elf still warmly invited him into the elf village.

Walking.

Ronan suddenly noticed Frillie's slightly suspicious gaze.

Looking to the side, I saw Frillie frowning slightly, her eyes full of doubt.

"Are you really a hero?" Frilian noticed his gaze and asked in a low voice, trying not to make a sound.

"Shouldn't a true hero be upright, brave, and kind, with the mission of defeating the demon king?"

Why are you so resistant? Can you tell me the reason?

Even though she had only spent a few tens of minutes with Ronan, Frilian knew that Ronan was not a cowardly human.

He exudes confidence in every gesture, and his strength is extraordinary, as can be seen from his speed.

Since they are not afraid of the Demon King...

Why…

You may have misunderstood something.

Ronan remained calm, his eyes slightly lowered, his tone casual:

"The word 'brave' originally simply referred to a person who was brave, decisive, and courageous."

"'Defeating the Demon King' is just a stereotype that people later gave it."

"Just as you believe that elves are immortal, holy, and have pointed ears."

"But in fact, among other races that I know of, there are also those with pointed ears."

"Defeat the Demon King... I will do so if the opportunity arises, but this is not my job."

Ronan hates work the most, both in his past life and this one.

Why do people who already possess unlimited wealth still work tirelessly day and night to defeat the Demon King?

If the Demon King has provoked me, then I can only say that he has found a way to die.

As for the rest... never mind.

After saying that, Ronan fell silent, quietly admiring the lush greenery around him, and his heart regained a long-lost peace.

After listening, Frillie nodded slightly, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes.

Although she didn't fully grasp the meaning behind Ronan's words, she understood that he was not a qualified hero at all.

But... thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem wrong.

Before the Demon King appeared, the word "hero" was not actually created to defeat him.

Wait, something's not right...

Frillie almost got caught up in the trap. Regardless of the meaning of "hero," Ronan was talking about things from the past.

The current hero is here to defeat the Demon King, not to mention he's also obtained the Hero's Sword...

In addition, when exactly does he mean by "having an opportunity"?

It sounds like they're treating the Demon King like any random demon on the street, someone they can kill at will.

He is the king of the demon race, who stood at the pinnacle of the continent a thousand years ago, and his power far surpasses that of the emperors of the human world.

—It's so complicated.

Frillie's still-developing brain seemed to be malfunctioning, her thoughts a jumbled mess.

Amidst this jumble of thoughts, the only thing that left a deep impression on her was Ronan's confident, almost arrogant, words.

Head bowed, she tried her best to organize her thoughts.

By the time Frilian realized she had reached her front door, Ronan had already left the elder elf, who was also the village chief.

It was getting late, and the sky was dyed orange-red by the setting sun. He followed behind her, and Frillie looked back:

Are you staying at my place tonight?

“Yes, I wanted him to give me an empty room, but he said he didn’t have one.” Ronan held a spellbook in his hand and looked up at Frillie:

"In addition, the old man said you have a great talent for magic, and all the magic books in the village are currently in your possession."

"If I want to learn magic, I suggest I come to you first."

"Aren't you a warrior? Do warriors need to learn magic?" Frilian tilted her head, blinked, and asked, somewhat puzzled.

Although her thoughts had been somewhat scattered, she still clearly heard that Ronan did not possess magic.

That astonishing speed was purely due to his physical prowess.

Humans are truly terrifying.

"Speaking of which..." While she was filled with emotion, Frillie remembered something. She gazed at Ronan...

Have you ever tested your magical talent?

"If it's just a passing fancy, I can't guarantee you'll be able to learn it."

Ronan's lips curled into a confident smile:

"How would you know if you don't try? I have a lot of confidence in my talent."

"because……"

As Ronan spoke, he raised his talent to its maximum.

Frillie was looking at him, and for a moment, she was somewhat dazed.

I have a strange feeling that Ronan's demeanor has changed.

He has become more intelligent and profound, with the aura of an elven scholar.

A touch of magic was surging within.

This… Frillie found it hard to believe, so much so that her eyes widened slightly.

—Is it just my imagination?

"What's wrong?" Ronan noticed her unusual expression, paused slightly, and asked softly.

"Don't you believe what I'm saying?"

"That's true."

"If I were in your shoes, I wouldn't believe that a human warrior could learn magic."

"However, anything is possible."

Ronan's calm tone made Frillie involuntarily recall what he had said that afternoon about defeating the Demon King.

She took a deep breath: "No, I believe you can, after all, you can wield the sword of the hero."

"Nothing is impossible for a hero. Come on in."

"To be clear, my knowledge of magic is also very limited; I only know some offensive magic."

"It was passed down from our ancestors thousands of years ago in order to fight against the demons."

After saying that, she opened the door.

Stepping inside, we lit an oil lamp, its soft light illuminating the exquisite wooden decorations.

Frillie walked barefoot into the room quickly, while Ronan waited in the living room for a while.

He looked around and saw some strange plants in the room, emitting a faint fragrance.

"Heave-ho~"