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

"Ah, well, it was just a small survey."

Chris scratched the back of his head, gave a gentle smile, and turned to Freya, who looked puzzled, and said...

"He's very strong, right? So you're not worried about him at all. But that raises a problem."

"Once he successfully defeats the Demon King and all his subordinates, this great achievement of saving the people cannot be rewarded with mere titles and money."

"At that time, the princess will probably be used as a bargaining chip."

“If the king isn’t stupid, he will definitely try to tie himself closely to the country in order to intimidate other countries.”

"Frilian, what are your thoughts on this situation? What do you think..."

Chris paused, his gaze deepening, and posed the core question he most wanted to know.

"Would someone like him be reluctant to leave this world because of these things?"

I once heard a saying somewhere: The boy who slays the dragon eventually becomes the dragon himself.

Eris felt that he had to be prepared for both possibilities.

Ronan is too mysterious. What if he destroys the world for his own selfish desires and then leaves?

To those above, this is merely one of countless small worlds, insignificant in comparison, but to them, it is the foundation of God.

She is prepared to sacrifice herself for tens of millions of believers.

In contrast to Eris's unease, Frilian fell into a deep silence.

A marriage alliance...?

With whom?

Chapter 224, Taking the Fallen Evil God as a Pet

At this moment, Frillie seemed to be standing at a crossroads in her life.

She seemed to understand what Chris meant, yet she also seemed not to.

If you accept, it means that another part of your feelings will be taken away.

She didn't care about these things, but Chris felt that she cared a lot.

Is this a misunderstanding about the relationship between herself and Ronan?

Think about it carefully...

Some of the things I did when I was with Ronan were things I had only seen with Celia and Vlamé.

"..."

Frillie lowered her eyes, unsure how to respond, and could only remain silent for a moment.

Her gaze inadvertently swept over Alice, who quickly turned her face away, her own face showing a troubled expression.

"...Can the Demon King really be defeated?"

Alice bit her lip, hoping to win, but not wanting this to affect her, since she had never met the other person before.

But she also knew her father's attitude. As a militant nation, Belzegu had fallen out with many countries in recent years.

Once the Demon King dies and the common enemy disappears, those nations will likely turn their attention to Belzeg.

At that time, only by absorbing external forces through marriage can this situation be reversed...

Thinking of this, Alice suddenly remembered her engagement to a prince from another country, which seemed to have been made under such circumstances.

But it's clear that the prince's influence is far less than that of the hero who slayed the demon king.

"What will Father decide? And how will that sister view me?"

Alice lowered her head and muttered to herself, "Ugh, so annoying... Kureya, please come back soon, I miss you so much."

Ultimately, they are still young and lack the mental fortitude to handle such pressure.

Chris sighed softly upon seeing this.

She looked at Frilian without saying a word, then walked over to Alice, leaned down and whispered a few words in her ear.

Alice's deep blue eyes gradually brightened, like stars being lit up, before she became doubtful again.

She sat there obediently, as if being punished, and asked softly, "Will the goddess Eris really perform a miracle?"

It's not that I don't believe it, but he's just a thief, why would he dare to make such a claim?

Fortunately, Alice isn't the type to question everything.

We'll know everything on the day the lockdown is lifted.

They silently let out a breath, everyone waiting for the final news.

……

Meanwhile, compared to the tense atmosphere in the forest.

"call--"

In an open-air hot spring, Woba stretched her graceful figure, let out a long sigh, and felt all the fatigue in her body disappear.

This is a beautiful woman with light red hair, and a vertical line drawn on her forehead, resembling an eye.

She lay on the edge of the hot spring, her voluptuous figure on full display, her large amount of fat barely concealed, looking carefree.

She knew nothing of the attack on the Demon King's castle; she came here simply because she loved taking baths, and...

I vaguely sensed the position of my upper body.

Amidst the rising mist, she stared intently at the wall surrounding the hot spring and murmured to herself:

"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be around here."

"Hopefully we can find it."

"Speaking of which, has this place become so famous now? Even the princess has come..."

Recalling the rumors he had overheard on the street, Warbak frowned slightly.

She had no desire to deal with human royalty, since her appearance was already registered.

Fighting is manageable, but destroying this place would be a real problem.

She decided to leave immediately after taking a bath, once she found her upper body.

Unfortunately, it backfired.

While she was soaking in the bath, a sudden commotion outside, like a fight, woke her up from her nap.

Worbak listened intently, her expression suddenly changing, for it was the voice of her subordinate, a higher-ranking demon.

How did you end up here?

She quickly understood.

The demon shouted that Lord Hans was dead, Lord Beldia was dead... Lord, run away, don't go back, and so on.

Although her words were incoherent and others might not understand them, she could hear them clearly.

"The Demon King's castle has been invaded?"

With a splash, Wobak stood up from the hot spring, his high chest heaving with emotion, his face becoming extremely solemn.

For a cadre to die, there must be a powerful enemy invading the Demon King's castle.

Moreover, for someone to risk their life to deliver a message, the other party must be an opponent that even she might not be able to handle.

"How to do?"

At this moment, she had no time to worry about whether her subordinates could survive the encirclement of so many humans.

She now had only one thought in mind: whether or not to immediately return to aid the Demon King.

However, the other half has not yet been found. Only by merging with the other half can her power be restored to its peak, allowing her to become a true god.

"..."

tangled.

Fortunately, before she could even hesitate, a man appeared at the edge of the hot spring with a spatial fluctuation.

The man looked down at her, and Wobak was startled. She quickly retreated into the pool, instinctively covering her chest with her hands.

thump.

Unfortunately, it was all too late.

Wobback knew he had probably, possibly, or likely been seen naked, and his face instantly turned bright red, even the tips of his ears turned crimson.

Her voice became hurried, completely lacking the composure expected of a deity, and she stammered as she questioned:

"You, you, you, how did you get in here? This is a women's hot spring!"

"Miss?"

Ronan rubbed his forehead, glanced at the sign not far away, and felt utterly helpless.

He was just following the scent when it appeared; who knew it would be in this place?

But now that we've seen it, it's too late to say anything more.

He coughed twice, signaling the other person to calm down:

"Madam, please don't be so agitated. No, I should call you the Evil God Worbak."

Realizing he didn't need to be so polite, his expression turned serious again.

"I'm sure you heard the roar of that demon outside. As one of the Demon King's officers, what excuse do you have?"

Ronan stared intently at her. At this moment, in his eyes, Wobak was no longer a matter of gender, but simply an experience point.

He slowly extended two fingers:

"I'll give you two choices: one, surrender and lead me to find more cadres."

"two……"

“I choose three,” Wobak said decisively, diving underwater and blowing bubbles.