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

While being popular can be a hassle, it's still better than having to climb the social ladder because of your abilities.

Frillie wasn't quite sure about the issue either, but in her opinion, it didn't matter whether things had changed or not, as long as her original intentions remained the same.

She reached out and patted Ronan's shoulder. After a moment, she hummed a little tune and left the room, thinking that this small act of repayment had come to an end.

Let's continue tomorrow or the day after.

Speaking of which, it seems she also needs to prepare a substantial return gift, as Chris told her…

What would be a good gift?

That night, Frillie asked Chris again and received an answer.

—Hide yourself inside a cake.

It was both surprising and fun.

Chapter 231, Celia makes her appearance, the main wife vs. the concubine.

Let's go.

"Axel," Wiz said to Barnier, carrying a bunch of bottles and jars on his back.

To save her life, she took almost all of her possessions with her.

Even if it may not be of any use, at least it makes you look like you're being sincere.

"Heave-ho~"

Her luggage was quite heavy, and she tossed it around. The enormous backpack looked about the size of a refrigerator in the moonlight.

Barnier's lips twitched:

"Hey, we're going to surrender, not on a picnic. Why did you bring so much trash?"

“We don’t think that being beyond dimensions would be interested in these things on you.”

Not only would they not be interested, they might even feel that they were being given a bunch of rubbish, since they hadn't met him and therefore didn't know his personality.

Wiz shook his head:

“Mr. Barnier, your words are too blunt. These things of mine are not junk; I bought them with real money.”

"Anyway, according to what you said, if we fail, we will die. So instead of letting them expire in the store, we might as well give them to people who need them."

"Consider this the last thing I can do."

Wiz's expression turned melancholy, as if he were reminiscing about the past.

There are still some regrets, such as not being able to meet with former teammates.

But under the shadow of death, nothing else matters anymore.

After saying that, she remembered something, her sadness subsided slightly, and she raised her eyes again to ask:

"By the way, Mr. Barnier, is it really okay for you to use your precognitive abilities to arbitrarily change the future?"

"I remember there was a backlash, right?"

“The more something is related to me, the more severe the backlash will be, and it may even be life-threatening… Is it necessary to go to such lengths for me?”

She was touched, really, but then again, she's always been a sentimental person.

Once cursed, he resolutely abandoned his human body and made a deal with the demon in order to save his teammates' lives.

Now, this demon is risking his life just to survive...

It was hard not to make her wonder if Mr. Barnier had feelings for her.

'Hmm, if that's the case, it doesn't seem impossible, after all, we're all undead...'

Wiz couldn't help but let his imagination run wild, and a slight blush rose to his cheeks.

Barnier chuckled softly upon hearing Wiz's words.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, his figure in the moonlight resembling that of an elegant gentleman.

"Don't misunderstand, I'm not taking this risk for your sake. I just think that having you along would increase our chances of survival."

"Backlash? If I succeed, that person will take care of it for me. But if I fail, does it even matter how severe the backlash is?"

Barnier turned around, staring at Wiz, completely ignoring the other's flushed, frozen expression, and spread his hands.

"Well, that's how it is. If you think we like you, you're sorely mistaken."

After saying that, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes in blissful ecstasy.

“Ah, Spalashi, what a wonderful negative emotion you are…”

Before he could finish speaking, Wiz took off his backpack and smashed it over with a "refrigerator".

"Give me back my gratitude."

I'm so angry! How could she make such a joke at such a crucial time?

She had just thought... that it was really that difficult for her to get married.

Barnir's body, made of clay, scattered and instantly transformed into a new Barnir.

He burst into laughter, and his presence eased the previously heavy atmosphere considerably.

Wiz sighed deeply upon seeing this.

So what if it's difficult or not?

Anyway, it's already...

There's no time left.

……

The next day, when Alice returned, she suddenly saw a blonde girl inside Ronan's mansion.

The blonde girl stood in the entryway, expressionless. But her eyes held a haughty air as she scrutinized him, nodding as she spoke:

"Is it blonde's turn this time?"

"Is it because of me?"

"good."

He immediately broke into a satisfied smile.

Alice was puzzled.

Who is this?

How come she seems more like the owner of this place than Frilian?

What about Ronan?

"Are you looking for Ronan? I'm sorry, he's out. I'm his wife, you can tell me what you need to say."

Celia turned and walked inside, without looking back, only glancing sideways slightly.

"Alice, right? I've heard him mention you. You're quite good."

“Ordinary people, knowing his identity, would either keep their distance or curry favor with him.”

"You're doing this to become stronger and protect your country. I admire you."

The main goal is to become stronger; protecting others is secondary, but as a bonus, it's enough to catch her eye.

Wife? Alice was taken aback.

how come?

Wait a minute, thinking about it carefully, she realized that she had never asked Ronan about this before.

Now that the wife has come knocking, this...

Alice's expression became quite complicated, and an urge to escape welled up inside her.

But as a princess of this country, she ultimately held back.

"So, sister, what do you want to say to me? Are you trying to persuade me to leave him?"

She really wanted to blurt out those words, but the words that came out were:

Why do you admire me?

This is really strange. Appreciation... it sounds like someone is willing to accept you on the first meeting.

Don't be ridiculous. Even when the king brought his concubines into the harem, it wasn't this simple and easy.

Celia laughed: "Good question. I wanted to ask why too. Maybe it's just a habit."

"Even if that guy doesn't actively flirt, plenty of people will still get close to him. You're not the first, and you certainly won't be the last."

"Since we can't prevent this from happening no matter what, we might as well accept it. After all, we live in different worlds."

Alice blinked in confusion... "Not the same world? What does that mean?"

Just as she was about to ask further, she saw Celia walk to a door and wave her hand:

“Come here. He’s not good at dealing with girls like you, so he asked me to handle it.”

"You probably don't have anything else to do today, how about playing a game?"

"The rules of the game are very simple."

She pushed the door open on her own, talking as she looked around at the decorations inside, and then went in.

Alice followed, but her steps were slightly hesitant.

Do you know how to play cards?

Celia sat on the sofa, conjured a deck of cards out of thin air, and deftly fanned them out with her fingers.

“Draw one card and compare its size with mine. If you win, I will no longer interfere in your affairs, and you can even come over anytime.”

"But if you lose, you have to stay in this world for the rest of your life."

People don't matter, but rules must be established.

As Ronan's first and most powerful partner, she has to manage everything.