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

It's probably just my imagination. Celia wouldn't be so shameless as to secretly take Frillie away while I'm not around.

Ronan exhaled, gave Celia a deep look, and then turned and left the village.

He decided to act quickly.

To avoid the situation described above, where they couldn't be found even after searching the entire mainland.

This wasn't just for Frillie, but also for his own magic.

He hates it most when people run away with the money.

……

Three hundred kilometers away.

In a quiet forest.

The light rain continued to fall, the raindrops hitting the leaves with a crisp sound, and the air was filled with the damp scent of earth.

Inside a rather narrow tree hollow.

Several people sat together, their faces solemn, the firelight reflecting off them, making them appear even more somber.

A woman dressed in simple clothes peeked out through the hole.

Seeing that the demons were still patrolling, forming an almost impenetrable net, he lowered his voice, tinged with obvious melancholy:

"These demons are truly persistent. I hope the hero has already received the letter."

"Elves, he is a true hero, isn't he?"

"If they hadn't come..."

"Please rest assured, Chief of the Village of Swords."

A female elf replied to the woman, her voice gentle yet firm.

"I believe in the hero's character."

"As for whether they are true heroes, didn't you already see that in the Holy Land?"

"The sword of the hero has been taken away."

"I believe..." The woman shook her head, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes.

She made no judgment until she saw the hero.

However, I'll reluctantly believe it anyway.

Because this is their only chance of survival.

Through her recent encounter with the demons, the woman learned that the leader of the demon squad responsible for capturing them was named O'Brien.

He is one of the demon generals and a subordinate of Alvis.

Chapter 38, Section 39: The Magic That Cuts Everything Apart

"Haven't you found it yet?"

Not far away, O'Brien stared at his fruitless search team, his face full of gloom.

That damned stinky woman.

There's also a bunch of smelly elves.

Each of them was someone the Demon King personally ordered to be killed.

But now, these two groups of people have slipped away right under his nose!

Thinking of this, O'Brien could no longer suppress his anger and cursed:

"A bunch of useless trash!"

He kicked his subordinate to the ground, his boot slamming heavily onto the demon's chest, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

"It was all your brilliant idea to use them to lure the hero into a trap. It's been two days, where is the hero?"

"It's one thing that the hero didn't come, but you even let them escape. Tell me, what use are you now?"

Since the Demon King had already learned of the hero's birth, in order to take a two-pronged approach and be prepared for any eventuality, he informed some of the demons about it.

The intention was to let them test the mettle of so-called heroes, and to adjust the subsequent plans based on their performance.

O'Brien was one of the chosen demons.

Poor thing, he was unaware that he was about to die.

All he wanted to do was vent his anger.

The subordinate was passively beaten and dared not utter a word. In the world of demons, strength is paramount, and he had no ability to resist.

Barrier magic is too difficult to counter, especially the type that completely conceals one's aura and magical power.

Finding them in the complex environment of a forest is as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

There is good news, though: the barrier magic cannot be moved.

As long as we stay here, they will eventually come out on their own when they run out of food.

But O'Brien didn't care about any of that; all he knew was that his time had been wasted.

Just as he was beating his subordinate, suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from behind.

A demon rushed here from afar, bringing important news.

"Report! Lord O'Brien, our scout team has discovered the hero's trail."

"He's rapidly approaching us, at..."

Upon hearing the first sentence, O'Brien's volatile temper instantly subsided.

He looked at the other party with a ferocious smile on his face, preparing to send his troops to fight the hero to the death and demonstrate the power of the Demon King's army.

In an instant, another demon rushed over and abruptly interrupted the other's voice.

"No...no good, Lord O'Brien! That hero...that hero can fly!"

Upon hearing this, O'Brien's expression froze.

His eyes widened slightly, as if he had heard something incredible.

Fly? Isn't that an ability exclusive to demons?

The hero is a demon? Are you kidding me!

He stomped his foot on the ground and roared:

"Damn it! How could a mere human possibly fly!"

"If you lie about military intelligence again, I'll chop you up!"

O'Brien possesses magic that can cleave almost anything; anything he can cleave, regardless of its hardness, can be cleaved.

This is also why the Demon King sent him here.

Although the demon feared O'Brien's power, he still tremblingly insisted on his story:

"Your subordinate... Your subordinate did not give a false report. That warrior really can fly, and he's very fast. It's estimated he has ten seconds... no, five seconds..."

A bead of cold sweat slid down the demon's forehead. As he was speaking, a huge shadow suddenly blocked out the sunlight.

At the same time, a loud sound interrupted their conversation:

"I've arrived! Are you the demons mentioned in the letter?"

O'Brien looked up with a grim expression.

A young man, around twenty years old, was standing in the air, looking down at them.

The face was obscured, but the backlit figure seemed to be enveloped in a layer of golden light, exuding a sense of superiority.

Seeing this, O'Brien gritted his teeth, his anger erupting like an uncontrollable volcano.

He conjured an axe blade in his hand, leaped into the air, and with the force of tearing through the air, swiftly slashed at the young man!

"Human, you are too arrogant!"

O'Brien felt his dignity had been greatly insulted.

Only the Demon King could ever look down at him from his superior position.

To be so scorned by a human is something even a hero cannot tolerate.

He shouted loudly:

"Die!"

Ronan clicked his tongue slightly at the sight.

As expected, these demons are completely unreasonable.

Since that's the case, he was too lazy to say anything more.

He met O'Brien's angry gaze.

With a gentle wave of his hand.

boom!

The magic surged like a tsunami, slamming O'Brien hard into the ground, shattering the axe in his hand.

Large amounts of blood splattered out as he fell to the ground.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that no one could react.

Ronan descended from the sky, and not knowing who was in charge here, he asked the stunned demons around him:

"Call your leader out. Can't we talk things out? Why do we have to resort to knives and guns?"

"You demons are too barbaric."

These words were somewhat sarcastic, but the truth is pretty much true.

If it were an ordinary human being, they would probably be killed before they could even react.

"..." The demons remained silent.