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

“Before that, I had been living in a daze.”

This seemed to be her true feelings. Ronan felt her heartbeat and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Outside the room, Vlamé's raised eyebrows gradually relaxed.

Well said. Although he said he didn't understand love, every word he said was full of love.

That guy called Eros is definitely something.

Just then, Alice's worried voice came from behind.

"Sister Vlame, should we stay here and listen some more?"

"I have a feeling something's off about the atmosphere, Mr. Ronan..."

She hesitated, her ears turning red, feeling that if she stayed any longer, she would hear some inappropriate sounds.

After all, what kind of memories can be created when two people are alone together?

Vlame stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment, a subtle light flickering in his eyes.

Her scrutinizing gaze swept across the window frame, then she nodded slightly and said:

“Indeed, under these circumstances, let’s leave first and come back tomorrow morning to ask about the situation.”

Frillie had finally managed to open up, and if she ruined this rare opportunity, she would become a sinner.

After saying that, she lowered her body, made a retreat gesture, and quickly led everyone to quietly retreat.

……

Inside the room, Ronan sensed this situation and lowered his gaze.

Vlamé was full of anticipation, and Frilian was serious, even attracting a lot of "spectators" waiting to hear the results tomorrow.

It seems that refusing anyone is not a wise choice.

Thinking of this.

Ronan let out a barely perceptible sigh.

He released his right hand, which had been touching Frilian's heartbeat, gently lifted her cheek, and with a sigh of emotion in his eyes, he said again:

"You've grown up. I thought... never mind."

He shook his head resignedly, his gaze immediately settling on Frillie's face.

Whether it's your true feeling or not, I understand what you mean.

"In that case, let's start with something simple."

He straightened his posture, allowing Frillie to sit between his laps, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"It's not only those kinds of things that can create memories."

“I don’t know exactly what Vlame told you, but there was a period of dating and passionate love before that.”

"you……"

“I know.” Frillie nodded solemnly.

She lowered her breath, interrupted Ronan, and leaned closer, whispering in his ear:

"Volame and the others were outside just now, which is why you said those things. It's okay, I don't mind."

"What's the dating and passionate phase like? Holding hands and kissing? Right now?"

Her tone was a little reserved, unlike before when she snuggled in my arms; this was a truly intimate gesture.

The former can be explained by seeking warmth, but the latter...

As she spoke, she took Ronan's hand, which was very warm, like an electric shock, and his heart beat faster at that moment.

Frillie took a deep breath.

I glanced at it from the side.

Seeing that Vlamé seemed to have left, she closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and mustered up her courage to lean closer.

Sha—

Suddenly, snow fell from the roof, and as if by coincidence, it covered Vlame and his two companions completely.

Chapters 262 and 263: A beautiful day begins when Frilian awakens from my arms.

In the world of Frilian, soft light streams through the windows, illuminating the cozy room.

Celia sat cross-legged on a cushioned chair.

She listened quietly as Ronan recounted what had happened, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"...Is this what happened between you two after I left? Not bad."

She nodded slightly. "At least you responded to that child."

"So, is kissing all there is? What about the rest?"

She straightened her posture slightly, her eyes serious, but her tone revealing curiosity.

"Don't tell me that this is all you did all night."

This is obviously unlikely. Although she doesn't have much affection for Frillie, there is still a possibility that they could become family.

As the head of the harem, she had to demonstrate a magnanimous and tolerant attitude.

Ronan sighed, holding a cup of steaming tea in his hand.

He tilted his head slightly, took a sip, and his thoughts drifted back to that night, sighing:

"Of course there are other things, but you'll probably be disappointed with that kind of thing."

He said he wanted to create more memories with himself, but his actions were actually very awkward.

In this situation, Ronan could certainly teach her step by step, but to entice her step by step would be no different from deception.

Let's start with something simple; it doesn't matter if we're clumsy.

Once you get the hang of it, you'll basically have no psychological burden left.

Upon hearing this, Celia frowned slightly.

She leaned forward, wanting to ask Ronan why he cared about this.

But then she realized that even within the same family, there are degrees of closeness and distance in relationships, and it is important to maintain a proper sense of boundaries.

Thinking of this, she nodded slightly:

"Is that so? I understand. Very well, you can decide for yourself, as long as you don't let her down."

After saying that, Celia jumped off the chair and walked over to Ronan.

She asked another question she wanted to know:

"Are you going to return them? How far have things progressed between that goddess and that princess?"

"Like Frillian?"

……

boom.

Five minutes later, Ronan closed the door and left the room.

He turned around and looked back, thinking to himself that Celia seemed more gossipy than ever before.

Although it feels like I want to interfere in everything, upon closer reflection, it's not necessarily a bad thing.

This means that she is actively accepting those people.

On my way home—this is where Celia conducts her research and prepares for pregnancy.

Because it is secluded and has fresh air, it is very suitable for fetal development.

She spends some time here every year to avoid the tedious affairs of the Magic Association.

"I remember she used to stay with Farin, but time flows differently there. Staying for a short time is fine, but for a long time..."

Ronan shook his head slightly, and a fallen leaf happened to drift past his eyes.

He raised his hand to brush aside the branches drooping in front of his eyes, deciding to transform that world into a habitable place.

Three months equals three years, a ratio of one to twelve, which is still too much.

"I just remembered that Fareen was looking for me. Let's go see if there are any new varieties."

"By the way, if we bring monsters from that world here and modify them, could they be transformed into higher-level monsters?"

"Creating new monsters is too troublesome; it's better to just introduce them. For the humans of this world, this is both a danger and an opportunity."

Ronan quickened his pace unconsciously, preparing to take action immediately.

The Walking Mushroom is quite cute; it would be a good choice as a level 1 beginner monster.

There wasn't much else to do while waiting for Alice to come of age.

After dealing with all this, we still need to contact Eris and communicate with the heavens to set a date for the wedding.

They've given us the world; we can't just pretend nothing happened.

……

……

Time flies, and two years have passed in the blink of an eye. The wedding is here as scheduled.

Because of his previous experience, Ronan handled the situation with ease.

Even though this situation was similar to the last one, with two brides, it didn't stump him at all.

—The gods of heaven decided that Eris's wedding would take place on the same day as Alice's wedding.

Therefore, when the followers of Eris learned that their god was about to get married, the whole country was in an uproar.

The emperor was also quite shocked by this.

After all, in his view, Ronan, though formidable, was not so great as to make a goddess submit to him.