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

Wiz nodded slightly, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

The kids are all grown up now. Time really flies; age waits for no one…

She exhaled, steadied herself, tightened the bottle cap, and asked:

"Did you need something?"

"Hmm..." Rosalie looked a little embarrassed upon hearing this.

Seeing that the wounded around him had all left, he then awkwardly revealed his purpose—he wanted the hero's autograph.

"...Is it for your daughter? It's simple, don't worry, leave it to me."

Wiz patted his chest, a relaxed smile on his face, and then stood up.

In her view, this was a very small matter.

However, she hadn't taken more than a few steps when Rosalie grabbed the hem of her dress.

"Wait a moment."

"What's wrong?" Wiz turned around.

She soon realized that the autograph wasn't for her daughter, but for herself.

She vividly remembered the moment when the hero destroyed the meteorite and fell in love with him.

However, being a married woman, she could only keep her fandom to herself; it was too embarrassing to say it out loud. So she had no choice but to ask Wiz to take action.

"..." Wiz was speechless.

"Hey! What's with that look? Don't look at me like that, okay? It's normal to fall for your savior!"

Rosalie blushed and tried to argue, but at the same time revealed a fact that shocked Wiz even more.

Besides her, some even more fervent female fans have even formed a fan club.

Only a dozen minutes after the disaster ended, they began to spread the news throughout the city and recruit people to join the group.

It includes everyone from centenarians to four-year-old children.

"Look, it's that group of people."

Rosalie pointed to a small group walking with a flag in the distance.

Upon seeing this, Wiz was startled; it really was true!

The old lady had no teeth left, but she was still shouting!

The boss has such great charm.

Because I hadn't actually seen the scenes here in Axel before, I couldn't truly understand where the fans' fervor came from.

But the truth doesn't lie; a glance at Tina revealed that even a mother of one child had become a fan...

Thinking of this, Wiz barely suppressed the complex emotions in his heart, and sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"I understand. So, are you planning to join them too?"

"Just asking, how many autographs do you want?"

……

Five minutes later, Wiz, with a look of utter despair, handed Rosalie a hundred autographed papers.

God knows how awkward the atmosphere was when I went to ask for an autograph.

Celia almost laughed out of anger, and was about to point at herself and ask if she had mistaken Ronan for a typewriter.

Fortunately, Ronan did not pursue the matter further.

Hold Rosalie's hand tightly.

"You must treat these signatures with care."

"My personal suggestion is that you keep a few. If you ever run into financial difficulties in the future, you might be able to sell them for a large sum of money."

If it weren't for the fact that he was with Ronan and didn't lack money, Wiz would have even considered getting involved in this "business".

Rosalie nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, I will."

Although she felt that, given her status as high priestess, it was unlikely that she would find herself in a predicament.

However, decades later, her children will surely thank her for what she did at that time.

After all, by then, it will be an autograph.

It is worth a fortune.

……

At this moment, Ronan looked at the growing number of fans around him and was momentarily overwhelmed.

Seeing this, Celia initially wanted to expel them, but considering that they were all potential believers, she thought it over and decided to give up the idea.

Ten minutes passed, and with the intervention of the royal family, everyone was finally able to escape.

"How does it feel to be so popular?"

Celia crossed her arms, smiled, and asked teasingly.

"If nothing unexpected happens, with your current influence, you might even be able to establish a third sect."

If your partner is respected by the world.

She would be very happy.

Ronan didn't seem to care much, because he could create faith with ease; he'd already eaten too much of it before.

Nevertheless... Celia stroked her chin, and a bold idea suddenly popped into her mind.

That is, to have Ronan unite the two major sects.

"This opportunity will allow us to further suppress the spread of the news."

"As long as those two gods are bound to Ronan, we will no longer have to worry about the power of faith, nor will we have to worry about them leaking secrets."

She immediately shared this idea with Ronan.

They called it a win-win situation.

"A win-win situation?"

Ronan fell silent. "Doesn't this sound like bandits?" he thought. "Aqua definitely won't agree."

But on second thought, it does seem feasible.

He remembered the promise to triple the number of Aqua's followers.

In theory, achieving this goal would take a long time, but now, the opportunity is right in front of us.

With that in mind, he decided to give it a try, even if he failed.

"It's nothing more than getting my fans to become their followers."

At the same time, his gaze inadvertently swept over Banir not far away, and a new idea quietly rose in his mind.

"If humans can become believers after becoming fans, then can demons do the same?"

Ronan reached out and touched the divine stone, his eyes deep in thought.

"To save time and better explore this world, why not start with them..."

With that thought in mind, he put the stone away.

So he started walking away.

Chapters 250 and 251: Please Call Me, Lord of the Succubus

Axel, inside a brothel.

"jingle--"

As the wind chimes rang, the succubus woman behind the counter lazily raised her head from her seat and said weakly:

Welcome!

The surroundings were deserted; the panic caused by the meteorite had driven away all the original guests.

Before I calm down, I doubt anyone will come here again anytime soon.

The succubus sister seemed powerless at this moment.

She held a pipe in her mouth, puffing out smoke, her eyes filled with weariness.

Fear grips me; after the meteorite strike, are there other dangers to come?

"call--"

Barnier's lips curled into a smile, about to throw his head back and burst into laughter, but Ronan lightly patted his shoulder, glanced around the store, and interrupted him abruptly:

"Stop laughing. Are you referring to them when you say 'candidates'?"

"So this is what succubi are like in this world. They do fit my stereotypes about them."

Gazing at the succubus older sister, she was very alluring, large, and mature, with a kind of decadent beauty vibe.

Barnier stopped laughing and nodded slightly, saying:

"Yes, my lord. As lowly demons with no one to rely on, there is no one more suitable to be the object of worship than them."

"Shunika, come on, let's get to know each other."

"This is the great being who will soon lead the demon race and guide us toward a bright future!"

pat.

Behind the counter, Humphrey's pipe slipped from her slightly parted lips, bouncing twice on the table before coming to rest.

She blinked rapidly, her fingers frozen in mid-air, clearly unable to believe what she had just heard.

"To command the demon race?"

Is this some new joke?

But in the next second, she realized that Lord Barnier's words did not seem to be a joke.