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

As she spoke, she subtly glanced at the girls present.

Among them were his own disciples.

Although they all have long lifespans, some taboo things may happen in the future.

But compared to goddesses, they seem to pose no threat at all.

Frillie withdrew her gaze, her brows furrowing slightly, and she instantly understood the worry hidden in Celia's heart.

She reached out and took the cake from the waiter, and instinctively spoke up, frankly expressing her opinion:

"You don't need to worry, the goddess is very understanding."

"Otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen to marry me even after knowing about my relationship with Ronan."

"..." This honest statement made Celia pause slightly.

Her fingers tightened suddenly as she gripped the wine glass, realizing she was paralyzed.

Indeed, the goddess is so tolerant that she doesn't even care about the status of goddaughter, so how could she care about such a small position?

Furthermore...

"As a goddess, she probably wouldn't live in the mundane world. Everything in this world ultimately belongs to me and Ronan."

Thinking of this, Celia's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and a warm current spread from her heart to her limbs.

Her worries dissipated like dark clouds, and a faint smile appeared on her lips before she turned her gaze to the stage.

The two are drinking a toast together.

……

"Everyone's here."

Ronan sipped his chilling drink and looked around.

Seeing their gazes all fixed on him and the goddess, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

This thousand years have not been wasted. Before we knew it, even though we lived in different worlds, we had become one family.

He slowly withdrew his gaze, exhaled a barely perceptible breath, put down his wine glass, and then began the rest of the wedding ceremony.

Although Ronan had never experienced anything like this before, he had learned about it beforehand and kept it in mind.

This allowed the subsequent operations to proceed smoothly without any disruptions.

"Eek."

Four hours later, with the exchange of rings and a kiss that sealed their love, the grand wedding finally came to a close.

The goddess let out a soft moan, then pursed her lips, her earlobes trembled, and her face turned as red as if it were about to bleed.

She had prepared herself mentally for a long time before finally mustering the courage to look Ronan in the eye.

My first kiss, which I had held onto for ten thousand years, was gone just like that. Fortunately, it happened at my wedding, witnessed by my parents.

Otherwise, in any other place, she might have fainted.

I took a deep breath, my chest heaving, and managed to calm myself down a bit.

She stroked the ring on her hand, glanced at the girls around her, paused slightly, and a hint of helplessness flashed in her eyes.

But since I am the creator god, I must be tolerant.

He looked away and lowered his head.

"Let's go."

A moment later, Ronan took the goddess's hand, their palms touching, and then disappeared from the stage, leaving only a few feathers of light slowly drifting down.

His parents stood up and disappeared as well, their eyes filled with anticipation, for this concerned whether their grandson could be born safely.

Seeing this from below the stage, Matilda couldn't help but sigh.

After a thousand years, she still ended up as a loser... no, in her opinion.

It was clearly the goddess who broke the rule first.

You promised not to fall in love, how come you fell in love first?

Remembering that she had once been a saintess and had suppressed her emotions because of the goddess's presence, she clenched her fists slightly.

Then, he looked at his master.

Seeing that her master remained calm, merely swirling the wine glass in his hand, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Very good. Since Master has no objection to this, it means I still have a chance.

Even if it's just a little, even if I don't want any official title, as long as I feel at peace with myself.

The future is long.

Thinking of this, she picked up her wine glass and slowly swallowed a sip.

The fragrance and stimulation upon entry caused her heart to beat slightly faster.

……

Soon after, the wedding ended completely, and the crowd gradually disappeared from the venue under the guidance of the emcee.

Celia thought Ronan wouldn't be back for a few days, after all, it was their wedding night.

As a result, the very next morning after she returned home, Ronan appeared before her while she was pruning roses on the terrace.

The reason is that the Kingdom of Heaven is overcrowded.

Unlike in the past, there are now intelligent monsters in the world, which makes handling affairs more complex and delicate.

If the goddess disappears for too long, the souls waiting to be dealt with will be left unattended.

Therefore, Ronan could only temporarily put aside their blissful time together and let the goddess restructure the heavens before continuing.

So the goddess used her divine power to split herself into two, and heaven was divided into two parts as well.

One is used for living in the house, while the other is dedicated to dealing with matters of reincarnation.

The goddess in charge of handling reincarnation swaps consciousness with another every so often.

In this way, you have two companions and double the happiness.

Celia was not surprised by this.

She had long been accustomed to the dullness and ordinariness that came with longevity, and now that someone had paved the way for her, she was overjoyed.

As a result, she had just put her plan into action when, in just a few days, or about six months, it was all over.

One drizzly afternoon, Ronan suddenly told her that his goddess was pregnant.

It's probably the effect of the god of life—increased chances of reproduction.

This news left Celia feeling somewhat helpless, but upon further reflection, she thought it might also be a good thing.

At least during the goddess's pregnancy, Ronan's heart would be a little more restrained.

Afterwards, to alleviate his loneliness, he would probably focus his attention on himself, Frilian, or even Vlamé.

Even if all else fails, there's still Shizue Izawa and her disciples...

Anything can happen in the hundreds or thousands of years to come.

Thus, the invisible pressure emanating from the goddess vanished instantly.

Celia let out a slow breath and said with a relaxed mood, "Congratulations."

Then Ronan returned from heaven and they resumed their leisurely life together.

Of course, many other things happened during the time the goddess gave birth.

For example, the return of the daughter, or the sudden arrival of the second child... but these are all things to come later.

Celia just wanted no more enemies to appear.

Now that she has a family and a happy life, all she wants is that hard-won happiness...

--peaceful.

Snowflakes drifted silently down outside the window.

Chapter 289 Extra Chapter 1: The Tears of the Demon Clan, Simmel's Reincarnation

Clang—!

Seventy years later, in the grand hall, as the magnificent bell suddenly rang, the coffin of an old man was slowly closed by two monks.

The old man was bald, his beard was as white as snow, and he was rather short, but his serene face still revealed his former fortitude.

Beside the coffin, a woman dressed in black mourning clothes, with her hair loosely tied in a bun, stood blankly with two children.

Her eyes were vacant as she stared at the slowly closing coffin, while whispers rippled around her.

"Ah, she really hasn't changed. I've heard since I was ten that Lord Simmel's wife is an ageless witch, but I never expected..."

"Yes, yes, I first heard about it when I was five years old, and now I'm forty-five... Doesn't the witch feel sad?"

"How heartless."

Sadness... what is that?

Aura didn't understand.

but……

She slowly lowered her head, clutching her chest.

What is this feeling of having an extra hole in one's heart?

How could you die?

Simmel,

Only seventy years.

Humans are so fragile…

A multitude of thoughts surged within her, and fragments of memories came flooding back like snowflakes.