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

While Barnier hurriedly went to pick flowers, Princess Alice, guided by the counter lady, successfully found Frillie.

Meanwhile, Ronan had already arrived at the outskirts of the Demon King's castle.

As in many fantasy works, the demon king is mostly evil, so what appears before us is a huge, dark castle.

Dark clouds gathered, accompanied by a rumbling sound.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Ronan clicked his tongue softly, a sudden sense of déjà vu washing over him.

"By the way, you've been to the Demon King's Castle twice before. Could it be that you were once part of the Hero's party?"

Suddenly remembering what Rosalie had mentioned before, Ronan turned and asked.

At this moment, Rosalie was gritting her teeth, seemingly trying her best to suppress the surging emotions within her.

Noticing Ronan's gaze, she took a deep breath, calmed herself, and apologized softly:

"I'm sorry, I've never been part of a hero's party, but my former companions were indeed very powerful."

"We used to be ranked number one on the list of adventurers who could kill the Demon King."

"Looking back now, we were too young and impetuous, and blinded by vanity."

"If it weren't for this, my comrades wouldn't have sacrificed themselves."

She clenched her fists, her eyes filled with deep longing and remorse.

However, she quickly composed herself and looked up, saying:

"At this point, there's not much point in discussing these things anymore."

"The mistakes made cannot be undone, and time cannot be turned back. I sincerely hope that you will return in triumph."

"To be so highly regarded by the goddess Eris, you must be a powerful being comparable to the gods."

"I express my heartfelt gratitude for your righteous act."

As she spoke, she gave a slight bow.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Ronan's eyes. He was saying that all he wanted was a soul.

But it feels good to be a savior.

Just as he was about to act, he suddenly noticed that Rosalie's hand tightened a little.

Remembering her companion's tragic fate, Ronan stopped and couldn't help but ask, "You're eager for revenge?"

Rosalie slowly raised her eyes, and the image of her companion flashed through her mind. She gave a heavy "hmm".

"...In that case, you should come with me. It's always a bit boring to travel alone."

Simply put, without an audience, even killing the Demon King would be pointless.

Having another Avenger around might add a lot of fun.

Ronan also wanted to see the Demon King's army officers trembling with fear as he protected Rosalie.

"really?"

Rosalie was overjoyed by the unexpected invitation; she had never thought she would have the chance to avenge her enemy.

"Of course it's true. If you have any other friends, you can invite them over as well, just to say goodbye to the past."

...Let's forget about that.

She had only one partner left, her husband.

Unfortunately, he has a fondness for his deceased teammates, and if old memories are brought up again, he will inevitably become jealous.

And, not enough magic.

Even as a level 65 high priest who also practices magic, he can only use long-distance teleportation three times a day.

Thinking of this, she let out a soft breath:

"no need."

Looking out over the Demon King's castle, she thought to herself, "I'm enough."

Headless Horseman, wait for me, and Wiz too...

Your sacrifice will not be in vain.

……

At this moment, inside the Demon King's castle.

The headless knight Beldia is playing a game with a group of succubi, where whoever gets caught gets... well, you know.

Of course, the "hehehe" mentioned here is not an indecent act.

Although he has a physical body, as a type of undead monster, he cannot physiologically generate blood.

Having just captured a succubus, he made her carry his head with her for a whole day, so that she couldn't take her eyes off him even when she was taking a shower or changing clothes, so that she could admire the beautiful scenery.

Even so, he still enjoys it immensely.

"Hahaha—!"

Just as he was laughing and grabbing a succubus, who returned his shy smile...

With a loud "boom", the barrier protecting the Demon King's Castle, which he was responsible for guarding, was suddenly blasted open!

The loud noise shook the ground three times in succession, instantly shattering the previous joyful atmosphere, and his good mood vanished in an instant.

"Who!?" He turned his head sharply toward the source of the sound.

Outrageous! Utterly outrageous! How dare they cause trouble on Lord Beldia's territory!

Despite being injured by a crazy woman a few days ago and only recovering three months ago, he is not someone who can be easily provoked.

Recalling his previous experiences, he chuckled softly, clenching his fists, seemingly accustomed to such provocative behavior.

"Hmph, another overconfident challenger?"

"Honestly, they all seem like invincible terror kings."

"The Demon King has been so merciful, yet you humans continue to provoke him time and time again."

"Alright, since that's the case, you'll have to suffer the consequences if you refuse a toast."

"Then let me—the headless knight Beldia, one of the Demon King's officers—be your first opponent!"

"Sleipnir!"

He put his hands on his hips and called out loudly to his mount. It was a black steed, a horse that had crossed the line between life and death.

Therefore, it inadvertently shares the same name as the mount of a certain deity.

however……

“…Sleipnir!”

His voice grew anxious; he called out for a long time but no one appeared. The only response was the hollow sound of footsteps coming from afar.

Getting closer.

"Sleip... you bastard!"

Enraged, he slammed his fist against the wall, muttering under his breath, "What the hell?!"

It's embarrassing that he didn't appear after being called three times, especially in front of his subordinates.

Just as he was wondering if his mount was having diarrhea.

A man responded to him and casually tossed a black object in front of him, which rolled a few times on the ground.

"Your horse is gone, oh no, I mean, your horse is here."

Gollum-

Beldia looked closely and saw that the black object was indeed a horse's head.

His eyes were wide open, and he died with his eyes open in disbelief.

"!!!"

Black smoke immediately billowed from the gaps in his armor. He raised his head angrily and shouted:

"You audacious scoundrel! How dare you kill my horse?"

"Troublemaker?"

Before his anger could reach its peak, another woman slowly emerged from the darkness.

Beldia felt that the woman's appearance was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite place her.

"Who is it?" Rosalie asked calmly, but her eyes held a hint of relief.

She stared at Beldia, holy light surging from her fingertips:

"Long time no see, Headless Horseman. I killed your horse. What, you have a problem with that?"

"You, you, you...!"

Beldia nearly lost his head in shock. He quickly recognized the other person, and his voice became tense.

"How come you're still alive? Wait, right, I definitely let you go."

"You ungrateful wretch! You even brought men to kill my horse?"

"Despicable! If you're so capable, fight me one-on-one! What kind of nonsense is this, killing my mount!"

He was so angry he was trembling.

Having relied on Sleipnir for over a hundred years, he was now separated from his loved one by death due to a single oversight, and was killed by the very weak person he once disdained to kill.

He simply couldn't accept this fact.

Clang, clang, clang... Beldia trembled violently, and his armor made a crisp sound.

He extended his left index finger, gritting his teeth, ready to punish Rosalie and avenge Sleipnir:

"I, the Headless Horseman, hereby declare that you shall be..."

"Senior, interrupt him!"

Ronan nodded, and the headless horseman's hand fell to the ground with a clatter.