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

Since the harvest wasn't much, Celie was very interested in this and thought it would be great if it were battle magic.

Unfortunately, even if they come from treasure chests, the types won't be significantly different.

Ronan looked up and replied, "More or less. If my translation is correct, it's the Mind Magic."

"As long as it is used on a living being, no matter who it is, they will repent for the wrong things they have done."

"It belongs to the category of mind control magic."

Upon hearing this, Celia immediately lost interest.

It's not a big deal to be able to question people's hearts.

Using force can also make someone repent.

Chicken ribs are useless to eat.

Celia shook her head, bringing her thoughts back to the present, and simply assumed that all these things had benefited Ronan, since she couldn't use any of them.

With a sigh, I continued analyzing the book, and soon it was morning.

It's the fifth day now, and the people from the Land of Swords will be here in about two more days.

I thought everything would go smoothly according to plan and nothing unexpected would happen.

Unexpectedly, an urgent letter arrived in Frillie's hands as a carrier pigeon landed.

Ronan opened it; it was a letter pleading for help.

The party heading to the Land of Swords was attacked by lurking demons on their return journey.

We urgently need support.

Chapter 37, Section 38: The First Encounter with the Demon Race

"Tsk... These demons really know how to pick their timing."

In the wilderness, Ronan hurried along, leading Frilian back.

The soil underfoot was soft and damp, and occasionally you could step on a few dead leaves, which made a slight cracking sound.

Frillie followed closely behind him, her face filled with anxiety.

Because the accident involved people from the village, Frilian insisted on going back to check on them.

Ronan let her have her way.

After all.

Leaving her alone in the city is not a good choice.

only……

"Hey, Celia, what are you doing here in the Land of Swords?"

Ronan glanced sideways, his gaze landing on Celia beside him.

At this moment, Celia was barefoot on the soft soil, looking relaxed with a smile on her lips, as if she had completely shaken off yesterday's emotions.

Hearing Ronan's question, she raised her eyebrows and replied:

"What? You and Frilian could come with me when we were in the ruins, but now I can't come with you?"

"A few demons are nothing to me, including those humans' pleas for help."

"It's obviously a ploy to lure you there so they can get rid of you completely."

"Otherwise, the message requesting help wouldn't have been able to get out."

Celia shook her head slightly; as a seasoned veteran, she could see through the demons' intentions at a glance.

Ronan frowned, but didn't stop walking:

"If that's the case, then why are you still following me? You know they'll die at my hands."

"For you, deciphering spellbooks and exploring combat magic should be the most important thing."

I didn't finish reading all the magic I collected yesterday; at least 30% of it is still unanalyzed.

Among them, there might be legendary magic.

Celia glanced at him, her eyes carrying a deeper meaning:

"Combat magic is indeed important, but it can be analyzed at any time. I have all the items with me."

"Besides, I wasn't with you, I was just with Frillie."

"I want to see the home of my future disciple. Can't I reminisce?"

"I vaguely remember the last time I passed through the elven village was decades ago."

"Tsk..."

Decades ago? It probably outlived him.

Since Celia said so, Ronan couldn't really refute it.

The three of them traveled at a brisk pace.

To verify her findings, Celia used a magic that made her feet fly.

In an instant, her figure moved as lightly as a swallow, easily surpassing Ronan, who was using double speed.

Seeing this, Ronan silently switched to four times the speed and casually carried Frilian on his back.

boom.

Ronan moved with lightning speed, his body becoming a blur, and Frilian clung tightly to his neck.

And so, they chased each other, covering a half-day's journey in half an hour.

……

"You rascal..."

Outside the village, Celia was drenched in sweat, her hair soaked and clinging to her cheeks.

She bent over, supporting herself on her knees, her breathing becoming rapid.

He looked up, staring at Ronan, gritting his teeth as he thought to himself, "This hero's stamina is truly something else."

After running dozens of miles, he wasn't even out of breath.

Unlike her, even though she used magic, she was still a mortal.

Just as Ronan was about to use magic to remove the sweat from his body, the village chief came out and handed him the address with a worried expression.

Ronan took it, and the village chief gave him a few words of advice.

After giving his instructions, he suddenly caught sight of an elf behind Ronan.

The village chief was stunned.

"you…"

He felt like he was hallucinating, rubbed his eyes, and tentatively asked,

"Are you Lady Celie?"

Celia looked up, the sweat and dust all over her body gone, as if she had never experienced the speed just now.

Only a faint blush remained on her face, a testament to the effort she had just expended.

Upon seeing the village chief, though he didn't recognize him, he still nodded.

"It's me. I never expected that someone would recognize me in this remote and impoverished place."

"Are there any spare rooms? I'll be staying here soon."

The village chief nodded hurriedly, his worry instantly replaced by excitement:

"Yes, yes, yes! Please come with me, Lady Celie!"

For a moment, he even overlooked Ronan in front of him.

Because Seria is currently the highest-ranking elf in the elf race.

Letting her stay here would definitely be a joyous occasion for the village.

As for heroes... they certainly deserve respect, but they are, after all, human.

Seeing this, Ronan was speechless. He vaguely remembered that the village chief hadn't said that a few days ago.

Their attitude changed in just five days?

He put away the address, intending to leave Frillie here to be cared for by Celia, and then go about his own business.

Unexpectedly, Celia spoke first:

"After thinking about it carefully, I think I should pass on an empty house; it's too desolate."

"You must be the village chief here. I'm asking you, does Frilian's house still have any spare rooms?"

Upon hearing this, the village chief finally remembered Ronan.

He glanced at Ronan furtively and said cautiously:

"Yes, there is, it's the Hero..."

Celia was so clever that she understood everything in just a few words.

She squinted her eyes:

"Oh? He lives at Frillie's house too?"

"That's really outrageous, but oh well, it doesn't matter, he won't be in the village these days anyway."

"Give me his room."

As she spoke, she turned to look at Ronan, a playful smile playing on her lips.

"Ronan, go in peace. I'll take care of Frillie for you."

"By the time you return, the magic will have been almost completely analyzed."

The way he said that made it sound like he would never be able to come back.