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

"Flying? Sure, but only once. I'll send you there and then come back."

"Actually, flying isn't a big deal, it's just that it's faster."

Celia's lips twitched slightly, and an urge to punch someone welled up inside her.

She spent over a thousand years trying to learn the magic of flight, so what's with Ronan's nonchalant, dismissive tone?

It's infuriating! It's a good thing I can't beat him, otherwise…

Seria snorted coldly in her heart.

Ronan then turned and asked, "Now or when?"

"It's still early. According to the information, they are still on their way to the village of Vlame."

"Since flying will save a lot of time, why don't we act tonight?"

"I'll take advantage of this time to analyze all the magic."

"I also have some magical artifacts here that need to be appraised."

Celia pouted:

"I have no objections. Let's leave it at that and proceed tonight."

She turned around, raised her voice slightly, and called out into the distance:

"Frilian, stop playing around. I'll teach you some magic so that the demons won't attack while we're away."

"You're not suitable to join us on this mission."

Chapter 41, Section 42: Celia's Compromise, Departure, Arrival

That night.

"Bon Voyage."

Frilian stood at the front door and waved gently to Ronan and Celia.

She knew the two would be back soon, so she wasn't in a hurry.

It was just that... the way the two of them moved together bothered her a little.

It looks very familiar.

"Hey, is it really necessary to carry me like this? Can't you let someone else use your flying magic?"

Celia lay awkwardly on Ronan's back, her pale fingers involuntarily clenching into fists.

Under Frilian's slightly probing gaze, she felt uneasy all over, and a strange feeling she had never felt before rose in her heart.

So embarrassing.

She wanted to jump down and change her posture.

But then, Ronan's light, airy voice rang out, interrupting her thoughts:

Do you think just anyone can use flight magic?

"If it were that simple, why didn't those magicians from the mythological era, including you, create it?"

"Being able to fly is already quite good. Of course, you can walk on your own, but I won't go along with that."

Seeing that Ronan was about to give up, Celia said helplessly:

"Wait, don't be so impulsive, okay?"

"It's just a few complaints."

"I'll just carry it on my back then. Meeting you has really made me..."

She wanted to say that she had the worst luck in the world, and in just a few days, she had lost all face in her entire life.

But when the words were about to come out, he realized that it wasn't so bad if no one was watching. Frilian was one of his own, and carrying her on his back was better than holding her.

This is also so that I can master flight magic in the future and better enjoy the fun of battle.

So, Celia sighed and chose to compromise.

And so, the two of them took to the air.

The wind whistled past his ears, and Celia no longer interfered in his affairs with the same imperious manner as before, which made Ronan feel much more relaxed.

Following the map, traveling in a straight line, we traversed half of the northern continent in just one night.

As the first rays of sunlight slowly rise above the horizon, and the sky begins to lighten with the pale white of dawn.

Ronan and Celia arrived at the place the demons had described.

……

"Strange, why is there no magical fluctuation at all when he flies? Could it be that this isn't magic?"

Celia jumped off Ronan's back, and after landing on her feet, she was still thinking about what had happened last night.

I thought that as long as I made contact, I could replicate the process of magic.

As it turned out, they didn't use any magic when they flew.

This discovery left Celia speechless.

Not only was she taken advantage of, but she also gained nothing, which she found hard to accept, and she couldn't help but grit her teeth slightly.

"Alright, I'm leaving now. You should be fine on your own, right?"

Ronan looked at the village ahead, his tone calm.

He was preparing to leave.

Suddenly, Celia strode up to Ronan, blocking his path, her expression displeased:

"Wait, you can't leave."

"You rascal, did you somehow read my mind?"

"Completely suppress your magic..."

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

Ronan's departure was interrupted. He frowned and asked in confusion:

"What do you mean, intentional?"

He couldn't understand what Celia was saying. The reason there was no magical fluctuation was because flying wasn't magic at all.

He had simply been going along with Celia's story.

I never expected that she would misunderstand me.

Directly opposite, Celia saw Ronan's puzzled look and burst out laughing in exasperation.

But then she thought again that it was wrong of her to steal other people's magic in the first place, but she couldn't change the fact that she had been taken advantage of.

So she put on a strange expression, and the atmosphere between the two of them became tense.

until--

Splash.

A slight sound came from behind, the bushes were lifted, and a man carrying a bundle of firewood came out.

He coughed softly, breaking the strange atmosphere that permeated the place:

"Hey you two, calm down. Are you lost travelers? You don't seem to be in a good mood."

"Would you like to rest in our village for a while?"

"Things have been a bit unsettled around here lately. It wouldn't be good if arguing attracted monsters."

In some people's eyes, demons are monsters, after all, the term "demon race" has not yet gained widespread social acceptance.

Ronan glanced at the man and, judging from his clothes and demeanor, determined that he was a villager from this village.

Because the villagers were already up and there were many people around, it wasn't a good time to fly away. Ronan nodded and replied:

"Is that so? To be honest, we did get lost and encountered demons along the way."

"Excuse me, where is this place?"

The man gave the two of them a deep look, his gaze lingering on Celia for a moment.

He pondered to himself that a combination of humans and elves was quite rare; they were probably members of some kind of adventure group.

Seeing that there was no blood on the two people and their breathing was relatively gentle, hmm, they shouldn't be bad people.

Splash.

The man raised his shoulder, shook the firewood on his back, and replied with a friendly smile:

"This is Valam Village, located in the middle of the northern continent."

"Although I do not know your identities, I can tell from this elf lady that her magical power is extraordinary."

"He must be a rather famous mage, right?"

"How about coming to my house for a chat?"

"To be honest, my wife and I are also magicians."

Celia wanted to correct his claim of being "more famous," but after thinking about it, she gave up.

Different races have different ideas and perceptions, so it's pointless to talk about it.

Ronan, not wanting to linger there, intended to decline the man's invitation.

In his view, as long as he got away from here and flew high into the sky, he could return to Frilian's village without alerting anyone.

Unexpectedly, Celia stepped forward immediately in order to delve deeper into the mysteries of flight magic.

She took a deep breath, not wanting her efforts to be in vain, and not wanting to waste this rare opportunity.

She grabbed Ronan's wrist directly, giving him no room to object, and said to the man:

"Then we shall respectfully comply."

The words were quite direct, and the action was sudden. Ronan frowned as he felt his wrist being gripped.