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

She tilted her head, raised her eyes, volunteered, and then met Ronan's gaze.

In that instant, she seemed to catch a whiff of something.

It smells wonderful, it's sweet, and it touches the soul.

My heart started pounding uncontrollably.

Thump, thump…

Their eyes met and instantly became flustered.

A blush crept onto her cheeks.

They quickly looked away.

"W-how come..."

The effects of the perfume remain, and the impact is even stronger upon contact.

Aqua felt her breathing become disordered, as if she were drunk.

She quickly let go, her cool hand pressed against her burning cheek, and her rapid breathing calmed down a bit.

Then she looked at Eris and asked what was going on.

It can't be that I've actually fallen for him.

That's impossible.

It's just for fun, a way to trick people into drinking.

Eris was stunned by what she saw. To remain her boss, Aqua-senpai actually…

……

A moment later, with a heavy heart, Eris sighed and left the Church of Axis.

Her worried gaze swept over Ronan beside her, wanting to ask him what he was thinking.

No… to be precise, she wanted to know what the higher-ups were thinking.

If the attitude towards Aqua is the same as that towards oneself.

Sooner or later it will fall.

After all, both she and he were now locked into this world.

His expression was melancholy, filled with worry.

Ronan was deep in thought when he noticed this scene.

His gaze lingered on Eris's face for a moment, knowing what she was thinking, and then he asked carefully:

"What, are you worried that I'll take Aqua in too?"

"Don't worry, she's too stupid and too careless. She's not a suitable wife at all."

Eris snapped out of her daze, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of her lips... Duh, that's true, but to reject it just because of that?

Moreover, even if you say she's not a good wife... well, she can't resist the fact that people are willing to pay her off.

Aqua's actions were never aimed at marriage.

For her, being able to enjoy life in a timely manner and satisfy her desires is enough.

Afterwards, they either ran away, or...

Eris thought of a possibility and couldn't help but sigh again.

They traveled in silence until they reached a fork in the road, where they parted ways. Eris continued on her way to guide the reincarnation of humanity.

She was in charge of the European part. Although due to cultural differences, not many people were willing to come on weekdays, potential believers were still believers.

It's foreseeable that I'll be busy after Aqua's dereliction of duty.

Let's just create a clone, a real clone...

Work and life can be balanced.

……

In the evening, Ronan returned home, intending to distribute the artifacts he had obtained from the parallel world that morning to everyone.

Although the soul sealed inside is gone, its lethality is still top-notch.

Even gods can die if they cause harm.

However, when he stepped into the living room, he found it empty, with not even a servant in sight.

The tea on the table had long since gone cold, without a trace of heat.

Take a look.

A barrier was set up around his room.

surprise?

Ronan raised an eyebrow. To be honest, he was used to this kind of situation.

But whenever this happened, he would still be curious about what they were up to.

After a moment's thought, Ronan decisively walked towards the room. Upon approaching, he reached out and touched the barrier, which dissipated, revealing a passage just wide enough for one person to pass through.

From the passage, Ronan sensed a trace of Frillian's leaked aura.

"Is she alone? Why is it her again...?"

A flood of thoughts rushed through his mind, and he remembered the cake incident from that night.

Could it be that someone taught her this again?

I shook my head slightly, not quite sure, but I'll find out once I go in.

Ronan took a few more steps forward and reached out to touch the doorknob.

The moment he pushed open the door, warm light enveloped his eyes like silk, and he felt as if he were in a daze.

Take a closer look.

What should have been a study and bedroom has been transformed into a classic wooden house structure.

It seemed as if someone had used spatial magic to forcibly expand the area several times over; that feeling was overwhelming.

Frillie was sitting in the middle of the room reading a book.

The clothes were loose white robes with the collar slightly open.

It has shrunk in size and looks even smaller.

The dim sunlight slanted across her serene face, and everything was so peaceful and serene, as if she had suddenly returned to more than ten years ago.

Even though Ronan was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at this moment.

This is a trick... I never thought of it.

Who taught you that?

He stepped into the room, the floorboards beneath him creaking.

Frillie slowly raised her eyes, her eyelashes shimmering in the sunlight:

"Nobody taught me, I figured it out myself, so what do you think, Ronan? I've heard that most humans are nostalgic, do you remember this place?"

Ronan nodded, his gaze sweeping around before settling on Frillie's face:

"of course I remember."

It all began when he reached out and picked up a wooden carving from the cabinet next to him, his fingertips tracing the patterns on it.

If he remembered correctly, this wooden carving had long been lost in the original world.

After all, even Frillie's house had fallen into disrepair due to being uninhabited for too long, and eventually collapsed due to a storm one day, becoming history.

He put down the wooden carving, turned his head, and asked:

"So, what do you want to do?"

"Where are Vlamé and the others?"

"Volame and the others have gone out, and they're going to leave the rest of the time to me."

Frillie spoke softly as she stood up.

She gently put down the book she was reading and slowly walked up to Ronan.

"I'll leave it to you?"

Ronan looked down at her.

Before he could judge what Frilian would do next, his right hand was grabbed and he was led to the sofa.

Frillie sat down again, pointed to the books in front of her, and said:

“Teach me magic, Ronan, just like before.”

"...That's it?"

This is clearly not the real purpose.

However, since Vlame and the others wouldn't be back for a while, Ronan decided to spend some time with Frilian.

Look at all the effort she's put into arranging this place just like it used to be; what exactly is she trying to achieve?

Ronan slowly sat down, staring at the spellbook, just as he was about to speak, when Frilian suddenly plopped down on his lap.

"?"

From his perspective, it was like holding a doll.

He instinctively reached out and hugged her waist, wanting to put her aside.

Frillie then grasped his wrist, suppressing him as she said:

"Don't worry about it. Vlame said this is the best way to build rapport. Let's begin."

"Didn't you hold Volamey like this when she was little?"

You know it was when we were kids... Normally, only lovers would do this, besides their children.