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

Alice was about to reply with a "Very good," but Jedis launched into a rapid-fire barrage of words:

"Long time no see, it's been about two years, hasn't it? How have you been eating? Dressing well? Getting enough sleep? Taking good care of yourself?"

Did anyone bully you while your brother was away? Oh, by the way, I specially bought the freshest fruit jewelry you like and sent it back. You…

Alice opened her mouth, but couldn't find a chance to interject.

Jedis wanted to continue speaking, but the emperor slapped him aside.

"You scoundrel, why are you saying so much? Anyone who doesn't know the truth would think you're her father."

The emperor glared and puffed out his beard, then leaned closer to the phone with a gentle expression.

"Ahem, that's it. If there's nothing else, let's talk about that hero with Father some more."

"Does he possess any magical artifacts? Does he have any special abilities? What are his personality, appearance, and physical characteristics like...?"

beep-

Before I could finish speaking, the phone was hung up.

The emperor's expression froze on his face.

"Haha, old man, I told you not to rush things. Isn't it still too early to say whether your future brother-in-law is even a prospect?"

Jedis clutched his stomach and burst into laughter.

These two, one a doting brother and the other a doting father, are laughing so hard—

"Gudong."

The air fell silent. The emperor raised an eyebrow and looked at Jedis, as if to say, "Is it really that funny?"

His fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

Jedis's smile froze, he swallowed hard, and pressed his back against the wall.

He watched as the emperor walked towards him step by step, his voice stammering:

"Uh, um, Father, could you be a little gentler..."

"what--!"

……

beep-

After hanging up the phone, Alice sighed helplessly, her expression slightly melancholy.

"Father, brother, really, why can't you just have a proper chat?"

Despite being members of the royal family, they are hardly normal people.

This seems to be the norm in this world; the more powerful a person is, the more quirks they tend to have.

Fortunately, I made new friends.

Alice handed the magic phone to Kureya for safekeeping, took a deep breath, looked at Chris and the others, then turned to Darkness and said:

"Please let me join you, Lalatina. You heard what Father said just now."

"The engagement is about to be dissolved. Let the prince be angry. I'd rather be with you than with someone I don't like."

"Also, could you tell me about that gentleman's preferences? I'd like to try to learn more about him."

Chapter 227, Art is—Bang!; Looting the Palace, Making a Fortune

Alice's problem has been temporarily resolved, although it's not the best solution, it's the only option in her eyes.

Meanwhile, above Elrod, Ronan, recalling the information about the shapeshifter, asked out of interest:

"Just one question: does that shapeshifter have no other abilities besides transformation?"

"Why hasn't this country been destroyed yet, with a demon king's military officer in charge of power?"

Ronan was very curious about this, as it was theoretically as absurd as a spy becoming president.

Worbak sighed and shared what he knew.

"It's very simple."

She recounted in detail how the nobles and royalty were so addicted to gambling that they could not extricate themselves, and how military and political affairs were completely neglected.

In a world where everyone is enjoying themselves, nobody cares who's in power. As long as their interests aren't threatened, they'd be happy to have even a dog on a leash.

"..."

…That's somewhat insulting to dogs; at least dogs bite.

Although reality is more absurd than fiction, even so, Ronan found it hard to believe that this hardworking office worker was the wicked guy Warbak described.

Wobback entered the city and replied:

"Being diligent and doing evil in secret are not mutually exclusive. Otherwise, where did the Demon King's army get their equipment, and the equipment of those monsters?"

"It was all secretly orchestrated by Ragcliffe using his influence, with the aim of reducing the fighting strength of the human side."

The flowers and plants along the street came into view; she gently stroked them, murmuring to herself.

“Although his actions were very secretive, he couldn’t hide it from me. I said he was a wicked man and there was no injustice in his name.”

tread.

At this point, she stopped, turned to look at Ronan, and her expression became serious:

"This is one of the reasons why I'm targeting him. Someone like him who disrupts world peace must be eliminated."

"Just like Serena before."

For some reason, Ronan saw a sense of righteousness in her at that moment.

Righteousness... It's ridiculous. Aqua clearly doesn't have it, yet an evil god does.

He rubbed his temples and sighed softly.

"I didn't expect you to have such high ideals despite your low stance. Well then, since you've given your reasons, we have to strike hard."

Where is the Prime Minister's residence?

……

"Huh? Break off the engagement? Are you kidding me!"

At the Chancellor's residence, Ragcliffe received a message from Emperor Belzegu.

He felt as if he were hallucinating.

Why would they call off the engagement?

Once the engagement is annulled, there's no reason to support Belzegu, so how can we further deplete humanity's fighting strength?

What does this bastard think I went to such lengths to climb to the position of prime minister for?

That's good now.

Breaking off the engagement means going back to square one.

I refused decisively.

"Huh? He rejected my rejection?! This guy!"

He gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the table.

boom!

The most annoying thing is a reckless warrior. He should just fight honestly, but he insists on getting involved in politics.

They can even say "no" out loud.

No, we have to teach them a lesson.

Just as Ragcliffe was thinking about how to impose economic sanctions on Belzegu, the mansion door was knocked on—no, kicked open.

A loud bang.

He was so startled that he almost slipped off his chair.

"who!"

"I."

"who am I?"

"I am... never mind, let's not play these tired jokes. You've been caught, one of the Demon King's military officers, Ragcliffe."

"Just surrender obediently and offer your neck for execution."

The sound coming from outside the door made Ragcliffe's expression change drastically. He quickly grabbed the weapon beside him.

Although he himself has little combat ability, he is still an officer with a level of 70.

No matter who is outside the door, he feels that with his basic attributes, he can hold his own.

However, the person outside the door clearly did not follow the usual path.

Ragcliffe thought he was going to barge in and fight him face to face.

result……

"Tsk, not coming out? No fun. Forget it, Warbak, I should be fine if I raze this place to the ground."

"Eek!"

What?! What?!

Ragcliffe was stunned. Why her? Was it just a coincidence of names or...?

Before he could react, a woman's voice, tinged with laughter, came from outside the door:

"Oh, may I ask what method you intend to use to destroy this place?"

They seemed to enjoy watching the drama unfold.

In her eyes, there was only one kind of magic that could destroy a mansion covering approximately 5,000 square meters.

And the reality was pretty much as she had imagined: since arriving in this world, Ronan had never used the Explosion Magic.