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

Having already owed Ronan so much, it would be incredibly tactless of him to speak up for his rival.

A moment of silence.

Once the place had quieted down again, the goddess came to her senses and could almost foresee her future.

be terribly upset.

……

……

Ronan returned home, intending to immediately hand over the spoils to Vlamé and the others, but suddenly discovered that a visitor had come to his house.

Kraft was sitting at the tea table, leisurely sipping hot tea, with the title "Devoted Follower of the Goddess" above his head.

Upon seeing Ronan appear, he was slightly startled at first, then, as if he suddenly understood something, he quickly put down his teacup.

"I see."

He quickly stood up and bowed.

"Greetings, Your Holiness. I never imagined that after a century, you would have become the God of Forging and Magic."

Although everyone knows that Ronan is on par with the goddess, and even surpasses her in some aspects.

However, because Ronan had not previously revealed his full divine authority, many people still believed that he was the god of forging.

This was actually done intentionally by the goddess.

did not expect……

To my surprise, it even has magic...

Isn't this the divine right of the goddess?

Ronan looked up at his double red title, then it disappeared, his expression indifferent.

He slowly sat down, looked at Kraft, and asked casually:

Why are you here?

He has always been the god of forging and magic, but he was too lazy to bother with the goddess before.

However, after today's incident, the goddess's fate is pretty much decided, so there's no need to hide it anymore.

Kraft took a deep breath and said seriously:

“I have come for the sake of the goddess’s many followers. After all, there have been many people who have been dissatisfied with your sudden change from the position of pope.”

"And recently your number of followers has surpassed one hundred million, almost exceeding that of the goddess, so I came to ask..."

"Of course, this is just my personal opinion."

"Did the goddess tacitly approve of this as well?"

"Oh?" This question made Ronan straighten his posture slightly.

It's surprising that someone would ask me this...

When faith develops to a certain stage, if two faiths exist on the field at the same time, conflict will inevitably arise.

But now, not only has no conflict occurred, the goddess has even tacitly approved of this situation.

This is not good news for believers in the goddess.

"Also, I'd like to ask about your title..."

Kraft continued. But this time, his tone was noticeably hesitant, and his voice was much softer.

Ronan smiled, crossed his legs, and placed his hands on his knees:

"What's wrong with my title? I can answer your question; it is indeed the goddess's tacit approval."

“I even met with her mother not long ago.”

"Just answer them like that."

He knew this was definitely not just Kraft's idea.

However, since it happened so conveniently, let's ask him to help spread the word.

If the goddess is still struggling with this, then let's use the power of public opinion to push things forward.

Nothing makes people think more than meeting the parents.

as predicted.

Kraft's expression changed instantly; his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, combined with some rumors circulating among the people...

Just as he was trying to decipher the deeper meaning in Ronan's words.

Celia came out of the next room.

"You met the goddess's mother?"

Holding a child, she disregarded the presence of outsiders and cut to the chase, her brows slightly furrowed.

"Ronan, didn't you go to buy the world? How did you end up getting involved with the goddess's mother? Did something happen to you?"

Ronan reached out and took the child from her arms, gently rocking him and shaking his head softly.

"What could possibly happen? She doesn't know who I am, so don't worry."

"This is a gift for you."

He took out the heirloom he had prepared beforehand, as well as some accessories that could enhance his charm.

After accepting the gift, Celia's furrowed brows remained unchanged.

Ronan stood up, naturally put his arm around her waist, and comforted her:

"You'll see when you look at my memories. There won't be any problems, I promise."

He gently pinched her nose, and Celia hesitantly hummed in agreement.

Having finished speaking, Ronan turned his gaze back to Clafault, and since the question had been answered, he prepared to see his guest out.

"Kraft, is there anything else? That's my answer. Perhaps you could ask the goddess as well."

The goddess certainly wouldn't deny this statement, because it's all true.

Seeing this, Kraft had no choice but to leave.

Outside, his companions had been waiting for a long time.

Having been reincarnated twice, Alberto, now a goatee-bearded monk and elf, naturally has ways to contact the goddess.

Therefore, after the two of them asked the goddess about this matter, they both fell silent and looked at each other in bewilderment.

After a long silence, Kraft finally broke it.

His voice sounded slightly hoarse.

"Your Majesty, are you getting married? And to... the former Pope?"

The two couldn't help but gasp, finding it utterly unbelievable.

Chapters 273 and 274: The Burial of Frilian; Frilian's Fertility Plan

In the room, after Kraft left, Ronan turned to Celia and asked her about Frillie.

She had clearly returned, but she was nowhere to be found. Along with her, Volameh had also vanished.

“Them,” Celia replied casually, slowly walking over and sitting down next to Ronan.

She stroked the crystal in her hand, then inserted a hairpin into her hair. She took out a mirror and examined herself closely, seemingly with a sigh, and said:

"She went to the Demon King's castle. Influenced by that little girl Luo Ling, Frilian did a divination about the cause of her parents' death, and you can guess the result."

"Most of the elves' deaths are related to the demons. As for Vlame, he just went to watch the show."

"I see," Ronan nodded slightly, already understanding.

He asked softly, "Why didn't you go with us? And your parents too..."

“Of course not.” Celia shook her head, her gaze softening as she looked at the child in Ronan’s arms.

"When my parents passed away, demons hadn't even been born yet. It was just an accident, and I've long since come to terms with it. Besides..."

She raised her head, her eyes filled with tenderness and longing, and looked at Ronan.

"Now, apart from them, I have long since found new support. The life and death of demons and monsters are naturally none of my concern."

"Stop talking about Frillie, let's get back to business. How do we use this crystal?"

She held up the crystal that represented the legacy of the god of magic. The crystal was transparent and clear, with only a few specks of blue light shimmering at its center.

Ronan knew this was true, so he took the crystal and patiently began to explain.

A few minutes later, Celia began to absorb the power of the crystal.

As the power of the crystal gradually flowed into her body, she felt as if every cell in her body had been awakened, and she felt an indescribable sense of comfort.

After all, that's 60,000 years of magical experience...

Feeling it all out, I got up.

"Change."

As soon as she finished speaking, the smoke exploded, and Celia transformed herself into a different persona.

She's still the same person, but she's grown a little taller, and her chest is fuller...

"good."

Celia cupped her hands to her chest, a relaxed and joyful smile spreading across her lips.

"I've finally mastered the magic to change my body's structure. Before, I always felt like something was missing from my home. Now I realize it's the charm of a mature woman."

"So much time has passed, it's time to chase some new experiences. Ronan, you..."

Ronan was speechless. Had Celia been studying this all this time?

He felt that Vlamé was already quite mature, but compared to Selene at this moment, he was indeed a novice.

He let out a breath. Just then, the child in his arms suddenly burst into tears, as if he was hungry.