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

"In fact, my relationship with Lord Ronan is not as deep as you imagine; we are just trying to get to know each other."

"If my relationship with him cannot develop further within these thousand years, I will go back on my own after a thousand years."

"You don't need to treat me as an imaginary enemy."

"Tsk." Upon hearing this, Celia's lips curled into a subtle smile. "A thousand years? You're in for a rough time."

She shook her head slightly, as if sighing, then came to her senses and inquired about the important matter:

"Answer my question, Ronan, have you decided when you want to tell her about this?"

"The reason she accepted us is because we were once beings she created, but we are facing another god..."

"I don't think she'll be that generous. If things turn sour, the plan will be hindered."

In fact, Ronan no longer needs to use Goddess World as his base.

However, as the saying goes, it's hard to leave one's homeland.

He thought for a moment, then clasped his hands together and nodded, saying, "Yes, so we need to plan this carefully. But don't worry, I'll handle it."

Is that really true? Celia frowned slightly, finding it hard to believe.

But since my partner has said so, I have no choice but to believe them.

She got up, walked to the door, paused slightly, turned around and said:

"I hope so. I'll be going now. Now that the threat from the Heavenly Realm has disappeared, you have more people to take care of you."

"Then there's no point in me staying here any longer; it would only delay your time with Frilian."

When do you and she plan to go back?

……

……

A moment later, Celia got the answer she wanted and disappeared from the room.

Watching her leave, Ronan also stood up.

Before he could leave the room, Eris, with a sorrowful heart, asked:

"Has my appearance caused you any trouble, Lord Ronan? Who is the goddess that Miss Celia just mentioned?"

"Are there any other goddesses besides me? You are more... well, more romantic than I imagined."

She carefully considered her words and finally changed one, since she hadn't even broken through to double digits.

Moreover, judging from all indications, Ronan was sincere and not the kind of person who would start something and then abandon it.

There's nothing to criticize in this situation, since it was their own initiative.

Ronan looked back, feeling helpless.

How did I become like this step by step? Oh well, the past can't be undone, as long as I can live with my conscience.

He gave a brief reply, then turned and left the room, intending to tell everyone except Celia about it.

He would have to stay in this world for a while longer; after all, the disappearance of the threat didn't mean he was safe. Besides, there was still the evil god he hadn't killed.

This is about how many worlds you will be able to rule in the future.

Thus, Vlame learned of this matter, and because of his mature and composed nature, he nodded slightly and hummed in agreement.

What's the point of opposing a deity if the opponent is a god? As long as my parents and relatives are happy, that's all that matters.

She never forgot that all of this was brought to her by Ronan and her master.

"From now on I will call you Sister Eris. I hope that one day I will be able to call you by your name directly."

Eris's cheeks flushed instantly. She knew what he meant and nodded almost imperceptibly in response.

At the same time, she looked at Frillie and Shizue Izawa.

The former was holding his face in his hands, leaning over a book, flipping through it from time to time, swinging his legs, lost in thought.

The latter sat on the sofa breastfeeding her child, oblivious to her surroundings.

Seeing this, Eris couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She's not good at scheming and backstabbing; the thought of everyone rejecting her is exhausting.

Fortunately, they are all very tolerant. Let's see how things develop over the course of a thousand years.

……

Months later, the sun shone on the earth.

The snow from early spring had not yet melted when Ronan brought Lucy to the outskirts of a small village.

He squinted at the peaceful and serene scene in the village, finding it hard to believe that this was the place where the puppet and the goddess of vengeance lived in seclusion.

But after a moment's thought, he understood. It was precisely because the place was so remote that no one had noticed their presence.

It wasn't until years later, when Regina regained her powers and controlled puppets to invade Alcanretia, that she was discovered by Banir in the future.

“Lucy, call upon Him.”

As Ronan spoke, he pulled a box of matches from his pocket.

I shook it; it was very light.

This is a divine artifact he forged using the authority of the God of Forging.

Unlike Ulysses' invention.

Although its ability is also to enter parallel universes, it can bring out something from those parallel universes.

However, in return, the item is limited to inanimate objects.

Moreover, both travel time and backtracking time will be significantly shortened.

But it's sufficient for this purpose.

Lucy took a deep breath and nodded nervously, "Yes."

After saying this, she clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and tried to lure Regina out by praying and calling for help.

soon.

Regina, who was sleeping soundly in the village, receiving offerings from the villagers and slowly regaining her strength, heard this voice and gradually awoke.

The moment I awoke, I felt a powerful force of faith surge into my body.

It is quite devout; in my memory, only believers who have been with them for more than thirty years can send out such messages.

"who is it?"

Regina opened her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, surprised by the sudden turn of events.

She tried to spare a thought to check, but as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she realized that she had not yet regained her former strength.

"The prayers were very close...right nearby."

She murmured to herself, deciding to go in person; after all, it had been thirty years…

The faith provided by just this one person is comparable to that of an entire village.

……

……

Just one minute later, Regina gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with resentment and anger.

"You betrayed me, you deserve to die."

"Why do you self-proclaimed righteous gods always try to exterminate us?!"

"We are clearly the masters of this world!"

She had been cornered by Ronan, standing on the edge of a cliff, her hair disheveled, staring intently at the two men in front of her.

Lucy pursed her lips, a hint of guilt flashing in her eyes, and said:

"I'm sorry, Goddess Regina, I didn't want to either, but if I don't agree, this man is going to hit me with a big stick."

"I don't want to disappear like this. Aren't you a match for this man?"

What?! An opponent?! Are you kidding me?!

She, a goddess with less than 1% of her peak fighting power, was going to fight a god in his prime.

Even if they had drunk fake alcohol, they wouldn't dare say such a thing.

Do they really think she's the creator goddess?

When Lucy saw the look of shock and anger on Regina's face, she immediately understood everything.

She lowered her eyes and sighed helplessly.

If given a choice, who would want to be a double agent?

I curse you!

Regina gritted her teeth and roared angrily, preparing to jump off the cliff.

However, Ronan did not grant her wish.

She had just taken a step, and the instant her feet were suspended in mid-air, she was pulled back by an invisible force.

Pfft!

Immediately afterwards, a sharp blade pierced through her divine body without mercy.

The excruciating pain made Regina grit her teeth, swallow her words, and let out a muffled groan.

This is also an artifact created by Ronan, capable of storing souls.

He had made thorough preparations for this day.

"Shh!"

As the blade was withdrawn, a string of blood droplets followed, and Regina's resistance gradually weakened.

However, in just a moment, she came to her senses and keenly realized that her consciousness was gradually fading away.

"you…!"