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

"Volamey, what are you standing there for?"

Just as Vlamé was lost in thought, Ronan's voice brought her back to reality.

"It's time to go celebrate our daughter's birthday and bring her back from the far north."

"She no longer needs to manage the affairs of the demon race. Just let her keep an eye on Simmel's side."

Vlamé then came to his senses, exhaled, and nodded slightly, confirming his suspicions.

My daughter's birthday is a big event, so we can't delay it.

Once she and Ronan disappeared into the forest, the task of monitoring Simmel and Aura was officially handed over to Roya.

Vlamé was happy to have some free time.

In the days to come, she will either climb mountains and admire flowers, or transform into a young girl and rekindle the sweet feelings of those days with Ronan.

Sometimes, when the mood strikes, he'll even invite his master along.

After all, for immortal beings like them, there's nothing else to do besides having fun and indulging in research.

Days passed quietly, and according to Roya's regular reports, Aura's appetite was increasing day by day.

Finally, one day, Vlame's earlier hypothesis was confirmed.

The latest report has arrived: Aura is pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl.

As a result, the magical energy supplied to children increases significantly, and even with sufficient nutrition, they remain drowsy all day.

Just then, Simmel led her troops into the Demon King's castle.

So much so that when the demons saw Aura, they saw a human protecting her.

A pair of eyes suddenly widened.

—Oh no, this is too strong!

Humans actually...

……

……

“Simmel, I think you should send Miss Aura home.”

Aize swung his axe, hacking away nearby demons, his gaze sweeping over the eerie demon king's castle in the distance.

Then, his gaze slowly settled on Simmel:

"She doesn't have much combat ability right now. If you keep protecting her like this, our team will run into big trouble sooner or later."

Simmel turned to look at Aize, her eyes darkening slightly, but she didn't say anything.

Perhaps so, but he cannot do that, because once he sends him back, his demonic identity will inevitably be exposed.

Seeing this, Aize sighed deeply.

"Never mind."

I can only blame my bad luck back then; I lost to this couple.

Desertion in the face of battle is not a rule for dwarves.

Aura yawned and glanced at Simmel, seemingly casually, but no one knew what she was really thinking.

Just then, a silver light suddenly flashed not far away, and the light looked very familiar.

Then, the silver light gradually transformed into silver waves, which, with overwhelming force, turned everything they touched into gleaming silver.

Everything happened silently.

Aura stared intently, her pupils suddenly contracting.

Silver Transformation Magic!

Her hair stood on end, and she quickly turned her head, as if she had seen something deadly:

"Simmel, hurry!"

Simmel was startled, the wind whistling past his ears. Before he could react, Aura lifted him into the air.

However, his teammates were not so lucky.

As they flew, the silver sea mercilessly covered the ground where they had just stood.

Simmel scanned downwards and saw that Azer had instantly transformed into a lifelike silver sculpture.

The demons around him were not spared either.

Not far away, Haita was using the goddess's magic to persevere.

However, judging from the unpleasant look on his face, it was clear that he wouldn't last much longer.

"This is……"

Simmel's gaze darkened, and the fingers gripping the sword hilt tightened involuntarily.

As far as the eye could see, a person was slowly walking towards them from the end of the road.

He had short red hair, a cold expression, and wore a dark red cloak.

Aura's voice was somewhat strained, and he explained in a serious tone:

"This is silver transformation magic, and the user was someone from my mother's generation."

"As you can see, any creature that comes into contact with silver will instantly turn into silver."

"Simmel, you are no match for him. You'd better run away quickly."

She knew in her heart that Simmel could die, but she absolutely could not die here.

Once she dies, there will be no one to protect her unborn child and herself.

However, despite this, Simmel did not want to give up, nor could she give up.

He asked in a deep voice, "Then why is Haita al alright?"

"Haita? You mean that monk?" Aura glanced at him. "He uses goddess magic, so he naturally possesses the power to counteract demon magic."

"However, like you, he is too young, and his opponent is a great demon who has lived for over a thousand years."

Simmel's mood grew heavier, and he murmured to himself:

"A thousand years? Then is he the Demon King?"

How come he remembered that the Demon King had only lived for a few hundred years, and wasn't it said that all four of his limbs had been severed?

After Aura's explanation, it was learned that the Demon King was just a profession, an experience pack for heroes to kill.

It may not be the strongest, but it is definitely the most evil one.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Simmel seemed to understand something.

He gazed at the red-haired figure, seeing that the other stood silently, no longer moving, and said with a firm expression:

"Put me down, Aura. If I'm not mistaken, I've figured it out."

“He wasn’t trying to kill me; he just wanted to test me. To see if I had the courage to fight him.”

"The Hero of the South has been here before, and we must have seen him, but he didn't say anything about this place."

"This means that this is a test."

Simmel articulated his guess clearly, but Aura didn't believe him at all.

Demons are selfish creatures, and Sylmir would never allow the other party to take risks regarding her own future.

"What if you're wrong? What if he really wants to kill you?"

"There has been no case to date of turning silver back into human form."

"...You're right, but you can't abandon your companions. That's the first rule of a hero."

Simmel gazed down at the struggling Haita below.

At this point, Haita's ankles had turned silver.

The goddess's magic cannot grant humans the power to fly, and once he dispels the magic, he will be instantly affected.

After exhaling, Simmel nodded to Aura and said:

"If I really do turn into Silver, then, Aura, I'm counting on you."

"I believe you can turn me back into a human."

"Why do you want to..."

Aura wanted to say that Simmel's trust was ridiculous and frivolous.

He was a demon, after all, and after spending so much time together, he should know the true nature of demons.

As a result, Simmel simply grasped her hands.

His gaze was fixed on her, and his resolute statement, "I am the child's father," immediately silenced her words.

Damn it, if I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have done that with humans.

"There's no time, Aura, put me down."

Simmel gripped the Warrior's Sword tightly, ready to test her theory.

Aura was furious, but there was nothing else she could do at the moment.

Although she could take Simmel and escape directly from here, their relationship would definitely plummet to rock bottom afterward.

This instinctive sense of crisis made her extremely agitated. She stomped her feet twice in mid-air and said:

"You're really annoying. You know the chances of success are slim, but you still take the risk."

However, that is what makes a hero.

Simmel chuckled twice, and was then put down by the disgruntled Aura.

Aura kept her eyes fixed on him, ready to save the day at any moment.

After landing, Simmel stood firmly on the solid silver ground without feeling any discomfort.