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

Seeing this, Celia quickly took the child from her.

The shadows, like dark clouds, covered half the sky, and the little one's crying stopped immediately.

Her bright, lively eyes blinked, and out of curiosity, she even tried to reach out her little hand.

Seeing this, Celia smiled and looked up at Ronan:

"Would you like some too? I'm in a rare good mood, and Vlame and the others aren't here."

"Speaking of which, you've been holding back for a long time, haven't you? Don't be shy."

Not just Ronan, but herself too, for three hundred years...

"..." Ronan fell silent.

Followed by.

The two walked towards the room.

……

Meanwhile, in the Demon King's Castle.

The heavy snow fell like goose feathers, adorning the entire city in a silvery white.

In a dark corner, a petite figure was hiding.

She peeked out with her head halfway out, staring intently at the scene of Frillie searching for and killing the murderer.

As her head fell, blood splattered everywhere, and her blue pupils suddenly contracted, her eyes flashing with excitement.

Yes, that's it, that's what she's been pursuing.

The power of magic is such that once the head is severed, even a god cannot escape its control.

The elf's behavior gave her great inspiration.

Just then, a helpless voice came from behind: "Awula, you skipped class again."

The newcomer was a young woman with wine-red hair. She stood with her hands on her hips and her brows slightly furrowed.

Although there is no real affection among demons, they come to search for each other because they will be punished for disobeying.

The purple-haired girl named Aura turned around, trying to refute, forcing herself to look away from Frilian:

"I'm not skipping class, I'm improving my magic."

"Who is that elf? Do you know her? She looks very powerful, and there's that pregnant human behind her..."

She thought to herself that if she could control these two people, she might be able to escape her status as a slave.

The elf knew she couldn't win, but that human pregnant woman...

"Hey, what dangerous things are you thinking about?" The red-haired girl grabbed her shoulder and warned in a low voice.

"I heard from the adults that they are among the most dangerous people in the world."

"Is that so?" Aura scoffed, clearly not believing the alarmist claims.

After all, she had lived in the Demon King's Castle since birth and knew almost nothing about the outside world.

Seeing this, the red-haired girl sighed helplessly:

"If you don't believe me, fine. Anyway, don't blame me if you get killed. We demons have no human rights."

She shook her head, her gaze passing over Aura to the sage title atop the head of the dead demon, her voice heavy with emotion.

"I remember that a few days ago, the Demon King class appeared out of nowhere. You could get it as long as you reached the maximum level and mastered both magic and warrior skills."

"You may not understand what this means, but according to those adults, the time has come for us demons to serve as training stones for the human race."

"I believe that before long, humans with the profession of hero will appear and come to defeat us."

“We must become stronger. I don’t want to die, Aura.”

It's as if she wants to die. It's precisely because she doesn't want to be a slave forever that she wants to try to turn the tables and take control.

Aura remained silent, clenching his fists as he waited for his opportunity.

Meanwhile, after dealing with everything, Frilian seemed to notice something and glanced casually at the corner.

At this moment, the blue title "Demon Undertaker" slowly appeared above her head.

Vlamé followed behind her, slowly walked forward, and asked softly:

"How are you, Frilian? Have you let it go? It's been so long. My condolences."

There was no sadness in Frilian's heart, but a voice told her that she could not be indifferent to her parents' deaths.

Now that the hatred of the past has finally been put to rest, she did feel somewhat relieved. She let out a soft breath and said:

"Let's go."

After speaking, she turned around, conjured a card with a flick of her wrist, glanced at it, and said calmly:

"My gut feeling tells me Ronan is back. I wonder how much he's gained this time."

"The Hero class has been updated? It seems the world is going to get more interesting."

"I wonder how many other true heroes will emerge besides Ronan."

Her eyes could not see the future, but she knew that the future would surely be turbulent.

However, none of this mattered to her. During her rest period after returning from this trip, she would see if she could have a child with Ronan.

This way, when we travel together in the future, we won't have to worry about our relationship fading.

After all, they have offspring to sustain them.

Chapters 274 and 275: Five Hundred Years Later, the First-Level Mage Examination, Simmel, We All Have a Bright Future

[United Times: Today, the unified empire that spanned ancient times has collapsed. The reason for this is... Please see the relevant report from our frontline reporter below...]

The morning light filtered gently through the gaps in the treetops.

Ronan leaned back in his recliner, flipping through the newspaper, leisurely reading about recent events in human society.

A gentle breeze caressed his face, carrying the scent of fresh grass as it lightly brushed against his hair.

As he read about the content related to the unified empire, a woman's voice came from in front of him.

"Master, Miss Luo Fu has passed her Level One Magician exam, what do you think..."

Ronan slowly put down the newspaper, looked up, and saw a girl with emerald green hair.

He nodded slightly:

"It's Matilda. Did she pass? As expected."

"After all, she's my child with Frilian. What about the others?"

"...The others also passed."

Matilda took a deep breath, her expression tense, and continued, "However, the situation is a bit complicated."

"Miss Luo Fu is just too strong. The ruins we found didn't even have a chance to be used before she easily broke through them."

"Everyone is unharmed. Our master is currently discussing whether or not to retake the exam."

"..." This was something Ronan hadn't expected.

Five hundred years have passed since Frilian returned to demand offspring, and now his children have mostly grown up.

Apart from a few mixed-race elves, most of the others have embarked on their own adventures in various worlds.

Only his child with Vlamé and Frilian remained in this world.

After a moment's thought, Ronan put down the newspaper and slowly stood up.

He looked at Matilda: "Take me to see it. By the way, what era does that ruin belong to?"

Upon hearing this, Matilda raised her hand, opened a spatial portal, and replied with a sidelong glance:

"It's a relic from the unified dynasty era, built on the northern highlands, and called the Tomb of the Fallen King. We've only explored a portion of it so far..."

Looking at the scene displayed on the other side of the portal, Ronan immediately understood, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

After all, many developments during the unified empire period were basically carried out in accordance with Vlamé's research direction.

It's normal for it to be breached.

Stepping out of the portal, Ronan saw a panoramic view of the Fallen King's Tomb and the group of examinees participating in the assessment.

On a mountain made of yellow rocks, a gentle-looking white-haired girl was surrounded by a crowd.

She seemed popular, a faint smile playing on her lips, her long white eyelashes shimmering in the sunlight.

Many people came forward, some offering food, others water, showing exceptional attentiveness, but she politely declined them all.

Ronan noticed that several boys were trying to get close to her, and she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

Suddenly, a striking message appeared before everyone's eyes—a deeper crimson.

It clearly stated: "You are under the watchful eye of the gods; please be careful with your words and actions."

The announcement, "!", instantly made the atmosphere extremely tense.

The boys' faces turned pale, and their water bottles fell to the ground with a "thud".

When they saw Ronan, a stinging pain and horror coursed through their bodies, as if a warning was being issued…

They are standing on such a dangerous border line right now.

"Father, you've arrived."

The white-haired girl seemed completely unaware of the strangeness around her as she stepped forward.

This address instantly chilled the hearts of the boys who had harbored fantasies about her.

Damn it, it was... No wonder there was that kind of notification.

"Hmm." Ronan scanned the group of boys, finding none of them suitable, then looked away and asked softly:

"I heard that you made sure everyone passed the assessment, so the assessment results will be invalid. Is that true?"

"Who told you that?" Rosie tilted her head, then noticed Matilda behind Ronan, her tone filled with doubt.