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

—The boy who confessed his love under the moonlight, the swordsman who protected her, the husband who was at a loss holding his newborn child…

The more I thought about it, the more lost and disappointed I felt.

However, not a single tear was visible in her eyes.

But then she suddenly noticed that her daughter's body twitched slightly.

Turning her head, she saw a single, glistening tear slowly sliding down her daughter's fair cheek.

Like raindrops,

Finally, it fell silently onto the white marble floor.

"..."

Aura stared blankly.

Tears?

……

……

Meanwhile, in heaven.

Inside the pure white temple.

Ronan sat in front of a huge light screen, which clearly displayed the scene of the funeral.

When he saw Aura's daughter weeping, and seemed to sense the emotion of sorrow himself, he couldn't help but turn his head slightly to look at Simmel beside him:

"Simmel, not bad."

"Although so many years have passed, Aura still has not grasped human emotions, but at least you have made your daughter change."

What's her name?

Simmel felt a little embarrassed and subconsciously touched the back of her head.

Who can tell him why a dead person can enjoy his own funeral?

Watching your own corpse being stuffed into a coffin always evokes a feeling that's hard to describe.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions, and with a look of both relief and emotion in his eyes, quickly replied:

"Licht symbolizes light."

"To be honest, I didn't expect it either. Before I died, she was just as indifferent as her mother."

"What you don't expect is the most delightful surprise, isn't it?"

Ronan tapped the armrest, "Just like me, I never expected you to live to be ninety-six."

In the original timeline, Simmel died at the age of seventy-six.

Now, because of his faith in the gods, he has received blessings and his life has been extended by another twenty years.

Thinking of this, Ronan shook his head slightly, but did not erase the light screen, and the funeral continued in an orderly manner.

Haita stood on the platform, reciting the ceremonial address.

He looked at Simmel, his tone serious:

"Let's get back to the point, Simmel, you are dead."

"Theoretically, I should send you to be reincarnated. Based on your achievements in this life, you should at least enjoy wealth and honor for three lifetimes."

"But your daughter's change has given me a new perspective."

Simmel was taken aback by his words, but before he could ask what his thoughts were, Ronan answered his question.

"If she saw that you were still alive, how would her emotions react?"

"Is it excitement, joy, or... the belief that you are a monster in disguise?"

Although the words sounded like a joke, Simmel seemed frozen in place.

He could hardly believe his ears.

He didn't die? Could it be that he's going to resurrect himself?

But I'm already 96 years old, what could I do even if I were resurrected?

Ronan saw through his thoughts again and smiled, gesturing for him to calm down:

"Don't worry, I'm not that perverse. I'm just letting an ordinary person return to their youth."

"This is a good opportunity for you to get to know Aura again and teach her human emotions again."

"The first death went unnoticed, but what about the second and third?"

"At the same time, you can watch your children grow up and continue to educate them."

At this point, Ronan thought of his own children and was fully aware of Simmel's feelings at that moment.

It's like an elderly father working hard outside, suddenly getting into a car accident, while there are still two children at home who are in school.

Simmel's eyes gradually brightened, but she still asked with a hint of worry:

"But my body has already been buried. If I were to come back to life, how would I explain this to them?"

"Also, if Aura finds out that I resurrect every time I die..."

"This kind of established fact lacks surprises, and you'll probably become indifferent to it after a few times."

Indeed, Ronan was also thinking about this issue.

A sudden death is the best medium to stimulate the heart, just like Licht's tear.

He pondered for a moment, countless thoughts flashing through his mind, before finally converging into the best answer, which he slowly replied:

"You're right, so we won't use the resurrection option, but will use reincarnation instead."

The time and place of reincarnation should ideally be kept from her guessing.

"When you know you're going to die while playing a game, you still keep playing because the end is unknown."

"You have a long road ahead of you, Simmel."

Simmel didn't quite understand, but the general idea was...

— Appear suddenly on a day after your death is confirmed, without letting Aura guess how you will appear.

Just like never knowing what the next chocolate will taste like, this way Aura will always be full of curiosity.

Curiosity drives people to explore and keeps them enthusiastic.

After hearing Ronan's explanation, Simmel finally understood.

He thought for a moment, then slowly nodded, the hesitation in his eyes gradually replaced by determination.

Although he has lived a long enough life, he is still worried about his children.

So before the child truly grows up...

"I beg you." Simmel said solemnly, bowing deeply.

Ronan smiled and waved his hand: "It's nothing, but remember, don't use the identity of Simmel to outsiders anymore."

"As for Haita and the others, you don't need to worry about them."

"Just like you, I will be happy in my next life, and the life after that."

Upon hearing this, Simmel smiled with relief.

He took one last look at the funeral scene on the light screen before stepping into the golden passage.

The funeral officially ended after he disappeared.

Licht wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and a determination beyond her years appeared on her youthful face.

She gazed at her father's coffin being buried in the ground and solemnly bid him farewell in her heart.

Farewell, Father.

I will take good care of them.

Chapter 290, Side Story 2: Philon

Time always slips away unnoticed.

The same year that Simmel was reincarnated.

rainy season.

In a dense forest.

A girl with long, golden hair draped over her shoulders and wearing non-prescription glasses was walking slowly.

She held a magic book in her arms, turning over the thick, exposed tree roots as she chanted incantations:

"My mother is really something, actually sending me to investigate the ruins of the early mythological era. Does pregnancy make people lazy?"

"I still have over a hundred novels to read."

She puffed out her cheeks, tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and muttered something else.

"Ugh, so annoying."

Rowling, or Selena, doesn't like to listen to her mother.

As a child, she was forced by her mother to learn magic, which caused her some psychological trauma, leading her to leave her hometown when she grew up.

In another world, free from constraints, her imagination was given full rein, and she began to work as a novelist.

Although her writings were not being read by anyone for the time being, she enjoyed the feeling of free expression.

However, due to the recent war in that world, no one is reading anymore, so I can only come back to recharge and go there again when the war ends.

tread.

Fly over the river and set foot on the soft earth.

Selena sighed deeply as she recalled Celia's languid yet unquestionable tone.

She understood that her mother wanted to test her to see if she had regressed in recent years.