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

For a moment, I couldn't tell them apart.

Was Ronan mocking someone, or was he doing something else entirely?

Let the leader come out... Didn't you defeat the leader in one move?

There are no other leaders!

There's definitely something wrong with this human; at least, they've never seen anyone defeat the leader and then ask where the leader is.

They clearly treated O'Brien like a nobody.

Taking a deep breath, one of the demons in the group noticed that Ronan was getting impatient.

For the sake of his own life, he endured the pain and stepped forward.

Yes, he's the one who got beaten up by O'Brien.

He lowered his head and stated a fact to Ronan, while simultaneously spouting a lie:

"You must be the hero, right? To be honest, the one lying on the ground coughing up blood right now is our squad leader, Lord O'Brien."

"It's a pleasure to meet you. You are indeed as wise and powerful as the stories say."

He knelt down with a thud, his head slamming heavily onto the ground.

"Please, Your Majesty, spare my life."

"I was wrong. It was all O'Brien's fault. You can tell by my injuries."

“I have elderly parents to care for, young children to raise, and a three-year-old daughter who is waiting for me to take care of her.”

"It was wrong of me to eat people in the past. I will definitely reform myself, turn over a new leaf, and become a kind and good demon."

He learned these words from humans.

In reality, he didn't know what reformation, turning over a new leaf, or even kindness meant.

For him, kowtowing was just like walking; it had no real meaning.

It's just mimicking some of the actions humans take when begging for mercy.

He had previously used these words in conjunction with his actions to escape danger several times.

This time will probably be no exception.

however.

Ronan laughed when he saw this.

"Interesting, really interesting. I have elderly parents to care for and a three-year-old daughter to raise. Come to think of it, I've heard this phrase at least a hundred times."

"When you people beg for mercy, isn't there anything new about it?"

"If apologies, kowtowing, and repentance were effective, then we would need the police... Oh, I forgot, there are no police in this world."

"In short, just tell the goddess what you want to say."

Too lazy to waste words with them, time was short and the task was heavy, and knowing they were all liars, Ronan swung his sword without hesitation.

……

At this moment, the people in the tree hole not far away showed a strange expression on their faces when they saw this.

Because of their lack of understanding of the demon race, they believed it to be true, thinking that the demon really had elderly parents and young children.

Therefore, I felt somewhat incomprehensible about Ronan's actions, which were so different from those of other people.

Chapter 39, Section 40: Celia, your apprentice is going to die.

Silence spread among the crowd.

Finally, a male elf raised his head and tentatively broke the silence:

"Isn't the hero's behavior... a bit too cruel?"

"Although he is very strong, and although he appeared in time to save us, but..."

As a good and lawful elf, he could not condone such indiscriminate killing of those who surrendered.

There are clearly other, gentler, and more reasonable ways to handle this.

Beside him, the female elf who had previously publicly expressed her support for Ronan pursed her lips, her gaze fixed on the ground with a complex expression. She was clearly struggling internally as well.

Although she believed in the hero, and believed that the hero must have his own reasons for doing so.

Moreover, demons have always been heinous criminals, so killing them indiscriminately doesn't seem like a big deal, since it was the hero who saved him from dire straits.

But... her conscience kept telling her that killing prisoners was wrong.

"Cough cough."

Just then, the village chief of the Sword Village coughed lightly twice, breaking the eerie atmosphere that permeated the place.

As she gazed in the direction Ronan had appeared, she spoke softly, her tone soothing:

"Everyone, I understand what you mean, but he is, after all, the hero chosen by the goddess."

She turned around, her gaze sweeping over the crowd, paused, and continued explaining:

"He must have his reasons for doing this. Perhaps he knows some inside information that we don't."

"We must not rush. If we misunderstand the hero and make him lose heart, that would be troublesome."

"After all, there have been many tragedies throughout history caused by misunderstandings."

This statement was reasonable and well-founded. Faced with the village chief's explanation, the male elf crossed his arms and fell into deep thought, remaining silent.

The female elf on the other side relaxed her furrowed brows, feeling somewhat at ease.

She thought to herself, "That's more like it. This is what a hero should be like."

Once she leaves this tree hollow, she must ask about it clearly. She is also very concerned about the flying magic.

If she hadn't known from the beginning that Ronan was the hero chosen by the goddess to avert disaster, she would have thought he was a spy sent by the demons.

They fly more skillfully than demons, and their strength surpasses that of demons; it's truly astonishing.

Thinking of this, the female elf silently exhaled.

As time passed, the noise and commotion in the distance gradually faded away.

The village chief looked again and saw that the team of dozens of elite demons had been completely killed by Ronan and turned to ashes.

Seemingly sensing something, Ronan sheathed his sword while glancing at an ancient, towering tree.

What he saw reflected in his eyes were not ordinary trees, but six small green figures hiding among them, motionless.

As expected, they should be the team that sent the distress call.

Ronan walked towards that direction, but before he could get close, the village chief dispelled the barrier magic and led everyone out.

He came before Ronan.

"Hello, are you the Hero?"

"Nice to meet you."

"I am the twenty-third generation village chief of the Sword Village."

As the village chief spoke, he brushed a strand of hair behind his ear with an elegant and composed gesture.

Her gentle gaze, tinged with a hint of scrutiny, examined Ronan and the sword of the hero at his waist.

Then, she nodded slightly, reached out and shook hands with Ronan, her tone very sincere:

"Thank you so much for saving us."

"Hero, you must be tired after your long journey."

"Although I know now is not the right time to talk about this, let's get out of here as soon as possible."

"The demons' ambush was clearly premeditated, and news of their deaths will likely spread soon."

"If that attracts the Seven Sages, then we'll be in trouble."

It wasn't that she didn't believe in the hero's strength, but rather that she preferred to avoid trouble.

Moreover, the brave warriors have traveled such a long distance that they may have lost much of their fighting strength.

Safety is the most important thing.

Ronan nodded, then turned and left.

On the way, he heard someone ask him why he was so cold-blooded towards the demons who begged for mercy.

This question made him pause for a second.

Turning back, he looked at the female elf, blinked, and replied:

"They are demons, and they are filled with murderous intent, that's all."

I thought this answer would make the elf realize something, but I didn't expect her to want to ask more.

"Just because they are demons, therefore..."

"Alright, you don't need to say anything more." Ronan waved his hand to interrupt, already knowing what she was going to say.

Such a naive and overly compassionate heart! No wonder the demons repeatedly succeed in their lies; the people of this world are just too innocent.

It completely lacks the deceitful and treacherous mentality of modern society.

The village chief also glanced at the elf at this moment:

"Miss Maria, have you forgotten what I just said?"

"Don't worry, whatever the reasons behind this, the fact that he saved us is undeniable."

Do you intend to criticize your savior?

These words immediately drew even Ronan's attention.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, inwardly marveling: Good heavens, she really is a saint.

Although "Holy Mother" is a positive term, given the current situation...

Never mind what they think, as long as I'm happy and have a clear conscience, that's enough.