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

Just then, Ronan saw Martin.

Martin rushed over.

He had been waiting outside for a full day and night. When he saw Celia, Martin paused for a second, then spoke in a low voice, afraid of displeasing this young lady:

"Lord Ronan, you're finally back! I was so worried! The Viscount almost issued a mission."

"Come back with me now. The bronze statues of you and Miss Frilian have been carved."

"We're just waiting for your instructions."

Bronze statue... Viscount...

These two words made Celia give Ronan a deep look.

Although she didn't know the specifics of his experiences, she understood that the hero Ronan had established connections with the local nobles.

What is he doing?

With a sense of confusion, Celia followed the crowd toward the city, and soon she understood everything.

To deter the Demon King's army...

These little tricks have some effect, but not many.

It seems Ronan is unaware of just how tense the relationship between the elves and the demons is at this stage.

As a partner, Celia offered a few words of advice:

"Erecting your statue is fine, but erecting Frilian's is out of the question."

"The demons are currently slaughtering elves, and if they know that this place is protected by elves, they will definitely not let it go."

"It's just a small city, Ronan the Brave, why are you so concerned?"

Chapters 36 and 37, Magic Association, Heart-Questioning Magic

Ronan glanced at her and roughly understood what Celia meant.

It's all meaningless, because no matter how many traces are left, they will all disappear after hundreds of years.

But that is not a reason for him to remain indifferent.

Ronan snapped out of his reverie and casually remarked:

"I have money and time, that's all."

There's no need to say any more of this.

"The demons are slaughtering the elves on a massive scale. What's going on?"

This matter bothered Ronan somewhat, after all, Frilian was also an elf.

He had never heard the village chief mention this before, and a sense of doubt arose in his heart.

Seria stood beneath the city wall, gazing into the distance, her voice soft, as if discussing something insignificant:

"It's nothing. I injured the Demon King a few days ago, that's all."

"He was furious, but he couldn't do anything about me, so he wanted to slaughter my people to vent his anger."

"..."

It turned out to be the case.

Fighting the Demon King is indeed something Celie is capable of doing.

But... since you can injure it, why not kill it to prevent future trouble?

Seemingly seeing through Ronan's doubts, Celia shifted her gaze and said calmly:

“I have no interest in killing him. I think I mentioned this to you before. I love war and enjoy the thrill of fighting the enemy.”

"Although this will cause the deaths of other people, it has nothing to do with me."

"Even if one demon king dies, another demon king will rise to power."

“Ronan the Brave, you don’t need to look at me like that.”

She knew what Ronan was going to say, and although it sounded like he was trying to defend himself, the demons could never be completely wiped out.

They have thrived on this continent for thousands of years, and their presence is deeply ingrained, like a stubborn disease.

Unless a goddess descends to earth and renders a double judgment upon them, both physically and spiritually.

Otherwise, the struggle between humans and demons will continue indefinitely.

"..." Ronan remained silent for a moment, then frowned slightly.

For some reason, looking at Celia's overly calm demeanor, he felt that she was too cold-blooded.

It was as if the deaths of others were as commonplace to her as eating and drinking.

No wonder... they were indifferent to the slaughter of the elves.

Thinking of this, Ronan sighed softly:

"A fondness for war is not a commendable trait."

“Miss Celia, I imagine you don’t have many close friends, do you?”

Frilian once told him that the elves all have some personality or physical defects to varying degrees.

These shortcomings are also one of the important factors limiting the population size of the Elf race.

Celia has almost no obvious physical defects, it's just her personality...

In short, Ronan believed that a mentally sound person should not look like this.

Upon hearing this, Celia frowned.

She stared at Ronan, her tone icy:

What do you mean by that?

"It doesn't mean anything, I'm just telling the truth."

Ronan gazed into the distance, stating the facts.

“I believe you felt it too, Miss Celia.”

"Ever since you met Frilian, you've had a very strong personality, which I personally have no problem with, but don't forget, this is the human world."

"The future will also be the era of humankind."

The implication is—if you spend all your time hunting geese, be careful you don't get pecked blind by them.

Upon hearing this, Celia wanted to refute it; she clenched her fist, but ultimately gave up.

She knew Ronan was right.

More than two thousand years have passed since humankind established civilization.

In just two thousand years, humankind has evolved from a primitive society of eating raw meat and drinking blood to a relatively orderly city-state civilization.

Their elves have remained unchanged for two thousand years, which can be described as an extremely backward phenomenon.

It is no exaggeration to say that in two thousand years, elves will inevitably become outcasts of the times.

But Celia disagreed.

She wanted Ronan to see that even in the future, the elves would still stand at the top of the continent.

She decided that once she left this place, she would follow the example of humans and create a magic association.

She personally serves as the president, overseeing all humans and elves.

Even when the age of humans arrives, the world of magic will still belong to the elves.

……

……

That night, in the manor, moonlight streamed into the rooms like water.

Celia rested her elbows on the soft blanket, lounging there lazily.

The fire beside her burned softly, the leaping flames illuminating her fair little feet as she gently swayed them, exuding a sense of tranquility.

"A magic that sharpens hearing and vision..."

Seria muttered to herself as she flipped through the spellbook in her hands.

"A magic that makes one's steps seem to fly..."

"The magic that sharpens one's mind..."

"What is all this? Why isn't there a single attack spell?"

Her voice was full of impatience.

"I finally understand why the Pure Land Dynasty was destroyed by a demon."

"None of these spells are usable."

"Two thousand years ago was truly peaceful."

That makes sense, considering that two thousand years ago, man-eating creatures like demons had not yet been born.

The enemies that humanity faces are nothing more than some wild beasts and ordinary monsters.

Although some extremely rare demons may occasionally appear, overall they are not considered dangerous.

In such a relatively peaceful environment, the magic created must be related to the development of civilization and the transmission of knowledge.

"What bad luck," Celia muttered to herself, but she quickly rallied.

Although it's not very useful, it's still a gain nonetheless.

At least when creating magic in the future, using these spells should save some time.

With that in mind, she continued flipping through the book, trying to find something that would catch her eye.

At that moment, she suddenly remembered something, looked at Ronan who was studying ancient scripts not far away, and asked:

"Hey, hero, has the magic you got from the treasure chest been translated yet?"