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

Inside the Demon King's Castle.

“From today onwards, you must hide your horns.”

"According to my foresight, the hero will appear in a human village about two thousand miles away in a few days to a few weeks."

"That will be the place where Alvis will die."

"And your task is to disguise yourself as a villager before he attacks the village."

"In this way, when the hero arrives, you can use the excuse of your parents' death to get close to him in a natural way."

"This is your only chance to get close to the hero and gain his trust."

“Of course.” At this point, Shurahart seemed to remember something important.

He frowned slightly and added a few more words.

"If possible, I hope you can find a human girl named Vlame in that village, approach her, and kill her silently."

"She, like the hero, is a major threat to our demon race in the future."

Solitaire looked in the mirror and did her makeup, trying to make her pale lips look more human.

Upon hearing the task assigned by Shurahart, she nodded without turning her head and said casually:

"Got it, you'll fake it and kill someone, right?"

"It's not that difficult, it's my old profession."

Solitaire chuckled, seemingly unconcerned about the task. "Don't worry, it'll be done within a week."

"However, I have a question."

Solitaire turned her head, her gaze fixed on Shurahat.

"Since you know that these two are the biggest threat to my demon race, why don't you take action yourself to eliminate future troubles?"

What did you see in the future?

"Or perhaps, what are you afraid of?"

Chapter 33, Section 34: The Goddess's Favor

Upon hearing this, Shurahart fell into a long silence.

His gaze was lowered, and after a slight pause, he slowly raised his eyes and said directly:

"Yes, I am indeed afraid of her."

"No, to be precise, I'm afraid of fate itself."

"The magic of foreseeing the future has a major drawback: for certain specific people, the future they foresee for the first time will definitely come to pass."

"They are the people favored by the goddess."

Shurahart sighed, a hint of undisguised melancholy in his voice.

"Volamere is one of them. I have foreseen countless futures, but in every one of them, I was unable to kill her."

“Every time, someone would appear and save her.”

"And I will die."

"No matter how hard I try, I cannot rewrite this future."

"Inviting the Demon King is the same."

"Only you are special."

Shurahat didn't know why it was special, but he figured it must be related to the goddess.

Ultimately, the ability to predict the future is quite strange; it doesn't fall under the category of magic.

Shurahart once thought that perhaps this was the goddess guiding him in secret.

But no matter what, we must not give up that last glimmer of hope.

Upon hearing this, Solitaire tilted her head slightly, as if digesting Shurahart's words.

After a moment, she seemed to understand something, and the corners of her mouth turned up, revealing a sweet smile.

"I see, the goddess's favor, I've vaguely heard about it."

"I've heard that among humans, those so-called monks are blessed by goddesses."

"These blessings do not fall under the category of magic, but they can provide a certain degree of immunity to curses from monsters or demons."

"It seems that the goddess makes no attempt to conceal her malice towards us demons."

"Never mind, though."

Solitaire shook her head slightly, unable to comprehend what malice was, and simply said,

"Since you say I'm special, then I'll reluctantly believe you this once."

"I've learned how to do makeup, but how am I going to cover up the horns on my head?"

"Even a hairstyle can't hide this, right?"

Although the horn was very small, only three or four centimeters long, and not even as long as a finger, it was still very noticeable on the smooth forehead.

If this problem isn't solved, it might be difficult to even infiltrate human villages, let alone join a hero's party.

Shurahart glanced at her, scrutinized her for a moment, and slowly nodded:

"Indeed, but the demon race has no shortage of transformation magic."

"Someone will come to help you with this. What you need to do now is to quickly learn human expressions so that your disguise is flawless."

"Based on my vision of the future, you have at most two days left."

Two days, neither long nor short, Solitaire nodded.

"I understand."

After saying that, she sped up her makeup routine in order to hunt down the hero as soon as possible.

She practiced her smile in front of the mirror over and over again, trying to make it look more human.

Seeing this, Shurahart nodded in satisfaction, then turned and left the room with peace of mind.

……

On the other side, Ronan, who was searching for the devil with Celia, suddenly stopped in front of a dark wall.

My magical senses told me that there was something wrong with the wall.

as predicted.

The moment the thought crossed her mind, Celia turned around immediately, her voice clearly urgent:

"go!"

Boom!

The walls began to move violently, rolling towards them like boulders.

The ground cracked and shattered under immense pressure, with fissures spreading out like a spider web, sending dust flying and instantly filling the entire space.

At just one glance, Ronan knew that this was yet another monster.

He recalled some of the boulder traps in anime.

Celia passed by, expecting Ronan to turn around as well, but to his surprise, he remained motionless.

Without thinking twice, to repay the life-saving grace she had just received, Celia immediately reached out and grabbed his arm, trying to pull him back.

She had seen this kind of monster before; it had extremely high resistance to magic. Although her magic could shatter it, this was a ruin.

Ronan's previous script had already made the geology unstable, so here's another one.

She didn't want to be buried dozens of meters underground.

Pull hard!

It didn't budge...

Ok?

Celia was startled and instinctively tugged at him, but Ronan seemed rooted to the ground.

Even her own actions were brought to a standstill by this sudden situation.

"You rascal..."

Celia gritted her teeth, watching as the monster was about to rush over and crush her into a meat patty.

After a brief deliberation of the pros and cons, she decisively abandoned Ronan, reached out and took Frilian with her, and prepared to leave.

"I'm not going to care about you anymore."

He's a complete bastard, and she has no intention of dying with Ronan.

Ultimately, while that kick was powerful, who knows how much strength he still had left?

Having lived for two thousand years, Celia never felt that she was special.

Even the brave are no exception.

However, Celia's actions displeased Frillie.

She watched as Celia grabbed her shoulders, desperately wanting to break free and stand with Ronan through thick and thin.

The favor must be repaid; it's just a stone.

Seeing this, Celia cursed the two idiots in her heart.

At this critical juncture, they're still being arrogant and willful.

How could Celia have taken a liking to such a disciple?

Don't they know that only by living can they pursue their ambitions and enjoy the pleasures of life?

They are truly unqualified and will certainly never amount to anything in the future.

That's it.