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

But considering that he had spent so much time with her, and that the reason was both valid and ambiguous.

After a moment's thought, Ronan had no choice but to give up on pushing her away.

He leaned forward and began teaching as usual. Before long, the sky darkened and gradually became gloomy.

Because it was the time of snow melting and the weather was very cold, Frilian exhaled a breath of white air and unconsciously shrank back.

Ronan considered lighting the fireplace or using magic—while a constant temperature was convenient, it would dull one's perception of the outside world.

Before he could even take any action, Frillie suddenly pointed to the bedroom not far away and solemnly suggested:

"Let's go there."

Upon seeing this, Ronan suddenly realized something.

Even if it wasn't that kind of thing, it must have involved some kind of physical contact.

Is this also what Vlame said?

I don't know, but the matter is still unresolved.

He got up, ready to find out what was going on.

Chapters 261 and 262: A Conclusion to Pure and Naïve Love (The End)

In the still of the night, all was quiet except for the soft rustling of snow sliding down the eaves.

In the courtyard outside the room, Vlame was crouching low, quietly leading a few people back.

Of course, she didn't come here to sabotage Frillie's operations.

I'm just curious and gossipy, wondering what Frillian will actually do.

I told her some methods, which were simple yet practical. If all goes well, she should be in the bedroom by now.

But what will happen after entering the bedroom...? Vlame couldn't help but bite her lower lip.

Just as she was lost in thought, she used magic and approached the room.

"Oh dear, Sister Jingjiang, please stop pushing me."

Alice's voice sounded from behind, tinged with panic.

I only see the voice, not the person.

Vlame turned back.

Jingjiang muttered, "I didn't want to either. This place is only so big. As a princess, are you really going to join us in this fun?"

"What do you mean by joining in the fun? I'm just curious about what you guys do on a daily basis."

Alice awkwardly straightened her skirt and explained.

If Jingjiang hadn't temporarily entrusted the child to the royal family, she wouldn't have known about this, much less come here.

She's been working herself to the bone these past few days trying to learn how to be the perfect wife.

I finally got a chance to relax.

Vlame raised his index finger to his lips, signaling for everyone to be quiet.

While the barrier magic she created could temporarily block perception, aura, and sound, it was not omnipotent.

"Yes, I understand."

Alice obediently agreed, then lowered her voice and tiptoed after him.

As the group quietly approached, they could hear faint noises coming from inside the room through the window.

"Don't touch... there... it itches."

Vlame suddenly raised her eyebrows and widened her eyes; she was truly astonished.

I couldn't help but have some doubts after hearing just the first sentence.

Where does it itch?

Besides, wasn't it agreed that we should proceed step by step?

To ensure Frillie could operate smoothly, she deliberately sent all the servants away, including Lucy.

I just wanted to dedicate this entire night to Frillie.

But it's only been a short time, why are they already starting to touch me inappropriately?

Thinking of this, Vlamé stared out the window, his gaze shifting, a surge of emotion welling up within him.

She really wanted to poke a hole in the window and see what was going on inside.

……

inside the room.

Sasha—

This is quite different from Vlamé's whimsical thoughts.

On the bed, Frilian was quietly nestled in Ronan's arms, holding a book in her hands.

It was only when she was turning the pages of a book that a small movement caused her armpit to be touched, which made her let out a soft gasp.

After turning a few pages, Frillie felt a little uncomfortable, so she shifted her body and adjusted her posture.

Her head rested on Ronan's chest, and from a distance, she looked as charming as a little bird nestled against someone.

As she memorized the relevant magical content from the book, she turned her head and asked softly:

"Why aren't you saying anything? Don't you feel anything about this place? This used to be my bedroom."

"Volat said that outsiders should not enter a girl's bedroom without permission. You should understand what that means, right?"

Ronan gazed at her, and Frilian's expectant look was clearly reflected in his eyes.

He nodded and replied, "Understood, and then?"

They're already in my arms, so how can they be considered outsiders?

At this moment, the only thing that intrigued him was what knowledge Vlamé had imparted to Frilian before leaving.

After all, Frilian herself could never have imagined such an ambiguous act as sitting on her own lap and leaning against her own chest.

"What then?" Frilian blinked, full of doubt.

With the atmosphere already built up to this point, shouldn't Ronan be the one to take the initiative next?

Snapped.

Ronan reached out and grasped the book in Frillie's hand, simultaneously turning his gaze to the window. After a two-second pause, he said meaningfully:

"I'm asking, what exactly do you want me to do to you?"

"If it's just about strengthening our relationship, then leaning against each other quietly like this is enough."

“You and Volamere are ultimately different. In the long life of an elf, you have not yet grown up.”

"But if you're doing that kind of thing with me, I suggest you think it over carefully."

"Your love for me is based solely on that perfume. Is your current behavior because you want it, or is it driven by impulsive jealousy?"

Frillie's eyes continued to blink rapidly, growing increasingly confused.

Does she see any difference?

Even if there is no love at first, love will develop afterward once that kind of thing is done.

This is especially true for people like them who have already developed an emotional connection.

Ronan heard her thoughts and sighed.

He slowly loosened the book's spine, his fingers gently stroking Frillie's long, silky-white hair, his tone becoming exceptionally serious:

"I don't want Celie to find out one day that I used improper means to win you over."

"Our lives ahead will be very long, there's no need to rush, especially since you've changed back to your old self."

I don't think I ever said that I like you as you are now.

“But Vlame, Alice and the others…” Frillian blurted out the words.

Well, upon hearing this, Ronan knew that his reputation was probably in serious trouble.

Is it because he likes it? It's clearly because they can't wait any longer, isn't it?

Furthermore, even so, he waited until both of them reached the legal age of adulthood.

When Frilian saw the helpless expression on Ronan's face, she immediately realized that she had probably made a mistake.

A rare hint of anxiety appeared on her face. She didn't know where to put her hands and said awkwardly:

"Is that so... I'm sorry, I thought... I should change back."

Her voice grew softer and softer, almost turning into a murmur.

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure became shapely and exquisite, as if a shrunken sponge had suddenly expanded, and the top of her head brushed against Ronan's chin.

A few strands of hair drifted to either side of her nose. Ronan leaned back slightly, looked down at her, and his gaze inadvertently swept over her clothes.

—Only with a direct comparison can one realize how much Frilian has changed compared to before.

"So, Ronan, everything should be alright now, right?"

Frillie turned her eyes to the side, her clear pupils reflecting Ronan's image, and slowly said,

“I’m almost 240 years old this year. You think I’m young only by comparing me to other humans.”

"However, I am not human."

As she spoke, she took Ronan's hand and placed it on her chest.

She paused for two seconds, took a deep breath, and her tone became calm and serious:

"I'm not sure if this love is real, I can't even understand what love is."

"I just know that I cherish those memories from the past very much, and I long to create more memories with you."

"If this idea was also brought to me by that perfume, then I don't think it's a bad thing. At least it gives me more motivation to act."