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

Shaking his head, Ronan led a group of people back to the elven village.

At this time, Celia had just moved into Ronan's room.

She finally managed to change all the bedding in the room and was preparing to rest for a while.

As a result, upon hearing the news of Ronan's return, he was stunned on the spot.

That's incredibly fast, 500 kilometers round trip!

It was done in less than half an hour?

Leaving the room, watching Ronan being cheered and surrounded by a group of elves, Celia leaned against the door, crossed her arms, and clicked her tongue softly.

After everyone had left, she approached Ronan and said:

"How does it feel to be the savior and annihilate the demon race? Those people didn't give you any trouble, did they..."

She paused deliberately, her tone slightly teasing.

"Your relationship with them has soured because you killed a 'good' demon who was trying to repent?"

Celia chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"How foolish! That's why I hate to associate with them. In this world, only power matters."

Even so, this is also why Celia has no friends.

Ronan shook his head and said:

"You're mistaken. They seem quite easy to talk to, probably because of my status as a hero."

"You shouldn't resort to violence so easily; that's too barbaric."

"Oh, right."

Seemingly remembering something, Ronan waved and led Celia into the house.

At this moment, Frilian was inside the house fiddling with magical artifacts and spellbooks.

Ronan made no attempt to avoid suspicion and stated directly:

"Before they died, I used magic to interrogate them and learned something."

"Seria, your apprentice is in danger."

“A great demon named Alvis is trying to kill her.”

"If you go there now, you might still make it in time."

Chapter 40, Section 41: The Demon King's Defenses Are Broken

"He's dead after all...that kid..."

Inside the Demon King's palace, the Demon King looked at the images projected onto the wall by his subordinates, his expression full of displeasure and gloom.

He was unhappy that O'Brien was defeated so suddenly, easily defeated in one move.

They neither demonstrated the power of the demon race nor injured the hero; instead, they became clowns and ants, becoming a laughingstock.

The shadows are heavy.

The hero is incredibly strong and can even fly…

An uncontrollable rage surged within the Demon King, and his teeth clenched so tightly they rattled.

The biggest advantage that demons have always had over humans is their ability to fly, which allows them to maintain air superiority in battle.

However, now even that only advantage is gone.

Whether the hero's mastery of flight magic is an isolated case or has become widespread among humans, he has already become a major threat to the demon race.

As the video ended, the Demon King snorted coldly, his clenched fist slowly relaxing. Then, he coldly gave the order:

"Freddy, go check where Solitaire is now, and whether she has reached the designated location."

"We don't have much time left."

"If she dares to dawdle again and fails to infiltrate the hero's party and kill the hero, even if she is a great demon, I will not let her off easily."

“Yes.” Freddy bowed his head and replied in a deep voice.

His name is Freddy the Observer, and he possesses the magic of observation.

It can use certain media to clearly recreate everything that others have experienced from a third-party perspective.

At this moment, after the response, the images on the wall changed again.

We moved from a quiet clearing in the woods to the vast sky above, where a dense, lush forest stretched out before us.

Although there was no sound on screen, the Demon King could tell from his extensive experience that everything was progressing smoothly.

"good."

The Demon King nodded, a cold smile playing on his lips.

He continued to issue orders.

"Notify the demons there to prepare for an attack on Solitaire so that she can enter the village as a fallen noblewoman."

"Damn goddess, she's so biased towards humans. Otherwise, why would she go through all this trouble..."

Possessing the magic to foresee the future, yet always feeling constrained, ultimately, it's all because of the existence of the goddess.

Otherwise, he would have personally taken action long ago and killed several humans who posed a threat to the demon race.

Freddy stood to the side, not daring to utter a word in the face of the Demon King's complaints, only bowing his head slightly and staring at the ground.

Once the order was given, Solitaire, disguised as a young lady, fell from the sky.

After arranging the scene of the "parents'" misfortune, a demon team soon arrived with great momentum.

Vlame's parents met her while they were out working.

then.

The two used magic to repel the demons, and then took the "poor" Solitaire home.

The process went smoothly, and everything was developing in an orderly manner, just as Schulahart had foreseen.

Next, all we need to do is wait for the hero to arrive.

……

the other side.

"What? You're saying my apprentice is going to die?"

Celia's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"What a joke, I don't have a disciple who could be killed by demons so easily."

"What's his name?"

"Tell me, and see if I recognize it."

Celia didn't believe Ronan's words at all.

Although she spoke with great conviction, didn't she know the true level of her apprentices?

Those who are alive today are all renowned elven magicians.

Let alone the Great Demon Clan, even if the Demon King himself came, we could still hold our own against him.

Upon hearing this, Ronan thought for a moment:

"I think his name is something like Vlame. I heard from those demons that he's your future disciple. That's pretty mysterious."

"You've lived a long time, you should know what's going on, right?"

Celia frowned, her expression unusually composed.

Her fingers gently stroked her chin, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes.

--future?

I have a vague recollection of it, but I'm not entirely sure.

After careful recollection, a flash of insight struck her, and she roughly understood the reason behind it.

interesting.

Celia's lips curled into a meaningful smile:

"So that's how it is. Is it magic that allows one to glimpse the future?"

"I had only heard of it before, but never seen it. I never thought that it actually existed among the demons."

"I don't know if it's a lie or not... never mind."

"Whether it's a lie or not, it concerns my disciple, so I have to go there."

"Do you want to come with me?"

She knew this could be a demonic conspiracy to lure her in, but she didn't care at all.

She likes the unknown, enjoys adventure, and dislikes having the initiative controlled by others.

"Me?" Ronan raised an eyebrow, pondered for a moment, then shook his head in polite refusal.

"Forget it, that's your disciple, not mine. You should be able to handle it by yourself."

"It is possible, but it's extremely boring."

Celia turned her head to the side, a smile playing on her lips, making no attempt to hide her intentions.

"I just heard them say that you know flying magic. Although I don't know the principle behind it, I'm too lazy to ask. After all, it's magic you created yourself."

"All I want to say is, could you let me experience it? Even I have never felt like I'm flying."

She wanted to understand the principles through flight, so that she could create them herself without Ronan's explanation.

Although this act is essentially plagiarism, she is Celia, the strongest mage, and can do anything.

At worst, I can just apologize afterwards.

Ronan pondered for a moment, recalling how much he had gained from his time with Celia, and then nodded: