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

"...In the language of another world, this seems to be obsessive-compulsive disorder."

The goddess sighed, deciding that she didn't want to improve the situation, nor was there any need to.

Let Frilian try it out; it'll be a good opportunity to see just how effective this divine magic really is.

Why is he revered by other deities?

Thinking of this, the goddess touched her chest, her slender fingers pressing against her breast, trying her best not to think about it anymore.

Later, I got back to work.

……

Meanwhile, Ronan watched as Frilian slowly raised her eyes, and he was very curious about what kind of inheritance she had received.

As Frilian's gaze gradually became more lively, starlight seemed to flow in her pupils.

"tread."

Ronan stepped closer, and the ground made a slight thud.

He asked softly:

"How about it?"

“…Very good.” Frilian answered hesitantly, her gaze shifting before settling on Ronan’s face.

She thought for a moment, a faint smile appearing on her lips, her tone becoming firm:

“It’s better than ever, Ronan. Let’s start over.”

She already knows how to use this divine magic, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, it will be powerful evidence for them to create more wonderful memories.

Moreover, this divine art can nourish the soul, which seems to benefit both parties.

What Ronan has always been pursuing is the strengthening of the soul, isn't it?

From this perspective, this move is a win-win situation.

Chapters 264 and 265: The thrill of leveling up, the title system; "Goblin Slayer"

Time flew by as quickly as water being released from a dam.

The next morning, as sunlight streamed into the room, Ronan rubbed his temples and slowly got up.

He first squinted at the already bright sky outside.

Then he turned his head and looked at Frilian, who was still sleeping beside him.

Her clothes were slightly disheveled, but her face had a rosy glow.

He thought to himself, "Divine magic truly lives up to its name."

This wonderful feeling is indeed incomparable to physical contact.

Unfortunately, the goddess only taught it to Frilian.

"I need to find some time to take control of this myself."

"Only in this way can everyone receive the benefits."

He was just lost in thought about how to obtain this divine art.

At this moment, Frillie woke up because of the noise outside.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, groggily got up, and naturally wrapped her arms around Ronan's waist, as if to repeat what she had done the night before.

Ronan reached out and pressed her hand down, glancing sideways as he softly reminded her:

"It's morning, wake up, Frillie."

While divine magic is powerful, excessive use of it can lead to mental instability if one becomes addicted.

Last night was their first time trying it.

Frilian is the one in charge.

It seems he couldn't resist.

"...I have things to do today, so I can't stay with you. You should rest in bed for a while, and we can talk about other things when I get back."

Ronan patted Frilian's hand and got out of bed.

After quickly getting dressed, he prepared to go and take a look at the far north.

As requested by the goddess last night, I also need to bring a few demon mice.

I don't know what it's for.

"..." Upon hearing Ronan's words, Frillie blinked, her eyes seeming to clear up a bit, but still carrying a trace of dazedness.

She sat on the bed in a duck-like position, watching the person beside her about to leave, a wave of weakness washing over her from the depths of her soul.

He shook his head.

So tired, but also so comforting. The feeling of souls merging is something else entirely.

"..."

Frillie looked down at her palm, then stroked her thigh as if confirming something, falling into a moment of silence.

Then, she slowly raised her eyes and asked softly, "Are you coming back tonight?"

Despite being physically exhausted, she had to admit that she seemed to be enjoying the feeling.

In addition to nourishing the soul, it also makes the skin more delicate and perfect.

Deep down, she secretly longed for more of these experiences.

Ronan walked to the door, paused, and glanced back sideways:

"Let's see. I need to ask the goddess something."

"By the way, could you demonstrate the method the goddess taught you last night and then give it to me?"

Frillie tilted her head and thought for a moment, then gently shook her head.

Ronan nodded, a knowing glint in his eyes, then turned and left the room.

—If it can't be done, then forget it.

The important matter is the priority.

……

The research institute was a hive of activity.

Vlamé is fully immersed in his work.

At this moment, she stood in front of a huge glass mirror, arms crossed, issuing commands in a serious tone:

"Solidile, you must watch this documentary before today and write a review of no less than 20,000 words."

"For more than a decade, I have kept you here because you said you could enable demons and humans to coexist and contribute to the development of magic."

"And yet, to this day, you still fail to understand humanity. My patience is dwindling."

Seeing this, Ronan raised an eyebrow, walked over to Vlamée, and put his arm around her waist.

At a glance, you can see Solitaire behind the glass, her face contorted in distress, her fingers tapping impatiently on the table.

There is a computer in front of me.

The computer is playing content related to the relationship between humans and nature.

Upon noticing Ronan's appearance, Solitaire was startled at first, then rubbed her eyes.

Then, as if she had seen a savior, she lunged at the glass.

boom!

The shackles on her feet rattled as she pulled them.

She pressed her face tightly against the glass, her expression anxious, almost desperate, as she cried out:

"Hero, you've finally arrived! Please, just give me a quick death! I'm so tired and hungry. I'm tortured like this every day!"

"Please, I beg you, even if I didn't achieve anything, I still put in a lot of effort!"

Heaven knows why a demon would do such a thing.

He was brought here and imprisoned by Vlame more than ten years ago.

At that time, she thought she was going to die, so in order to survive, she came up with a plan to help demons and humans understand each other.

She thought she could fool Vlamé with the Demon King's notes, but...

At this moment, she was filled with regret and only wanted to end it all as soon as possible.

"..."

“Ronan, you’ve arrived.” Volame didn’t take Solitaire’s words to heart.

She glanced to the side and saw who it was. A slight smile appeared on her lips, and she naturally took his hand that was wrapped around her waist.

"What do you need me for? Don't mind her, she's a habitual liar, she's been lying to me since we were little."

"I didn't, really, I didn't! I don't lie anymore!"

Solitaire pounded on the glass in despair, on the verge of collapse.

The saddest thing is to have reformed and turned over a new leaf, only to be misunderstood again.

"Is that so?" Vlamé's gaze was calm as he turned and pointed to the computer.

"Then please prove yourself and try to truly understand humanity."

“If you can’t do that, no amount of talking will help.”

Having said that, she seemed unwilling to waste any more words and simply drew the curtain, cutting off Solitaire's view.

Then, she turned to Ronan and began to explain her actions:

"Yes, that's right. If the demons can truly understand humans, then they can integrate into human society and serve humanity."

"Instead of living on remote islands and only being able to engage in simple production work through job assignments."