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

He casually touched her cheek.

Philon turned his face away somewhat embarrassed.

"Tsk."

"She's quite arrogant."

Celia stood up, stared at her daughter, and suddenly remembered something.

He reached out, and the report that had been on the chair flew into his hand with a "whoosh".

"Selena, I've already looked at the contents here, and it's well done. However, I have a question."

"Why didn't you use any of the advanced magic I taught you during this operation?"

Is it disdain, or a complete lack of ability?

As a mother, she had actually sensed this a long time ago, but she was never quite sure.

After all, she's his daughter.

But now that the facts are before her, even if she doesn't want to believe it, she has to admit that what a phoenix gives birth to isn't necessarily a phoenix.

Upon hearing this, Selena paused for a moment, then scratched the back of her head, her eyes darting around, and said casually:

"Haha, of course I disdain it. Mother, don't you know my strength? It's just a relic from the early mythological era."

"..." Celia felt helpless looking at her boasting.

It is precisely because we know clearly that we know how much of it is fake; no one knows a daughter better than her mother.

Thinking of this, she sat back down in her chair, placed her hands on her knees, and said solemnly:

"It's good to have confidence. In that case, I'll formally assess you tomorrow."

"Thinking about it carefully, my daughter and I haven't sparred for four hundred years."

Upon hearing this, Selena broke out in a cold sweat.

Has this day finally come? Sure enough, she knew she couldn't hide it anymore.

She wanted to confess and hope her mother would treat her leniently, but despite possessing immense magical power, her control over it was utterly terrible.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have relied on the magic book her father gave her all this time.

But just then, Celia seemed to read her mind, tapping her knee casually, and slowly said:

Are you afraid of me?

“Interesting. Fine, since you hate sparring with me, I won’t force you.”

"How's this child's magical talent? Would you be interested in teaching her during her stay at our boarding school?"

Celia looked at Philon, intending to judge her daughter's true ability by her teaching level.

These seemingly conciliatory words still left Selena feeling panicked.

But then I thought, how to conduct oneself during teaching is entirely up to oneself.

It would be perfectly reasonable for them to secretly call in Frilian and Vlame, teaching assistants, wouldn't it?

So, in order to keep it from her mother for a while longer, she readily agreed.

Philon stood frozen in place, his mind blank.

magic?

Seeing this, Selena half-squatted down, extended her right hand, and wore a gentle smile:

"Let's get to know each other again. From now on, I'll be your teacher."

"I know you may have some questions about this, I'll explain it to you later."

"All you need to know is that if you learn magic, you won't be afraid of those people when you meet them again."

Philon didn't quite understand how powerful magic was.

But since this older sister has said so, and I was sent here by my parents, it seems I have no other choice at the moment.

But speaking of which, shouldn't you inform your parents?

Celia didn't care about any of that.

She leisurely picked up the teacup beside her, took a small sip, and looked completely calm and composed.

Here, she is the most important.

……

Before we knew it, it was dinnertime.

Although Ronan did not need to eat, he still returned home.

At the dinner table, he looked at the little girl with purple hair in front of him, who had changed into a brand new princess dress, with a faint smile in his eyes:

"interesting."

"Your name is Philon?"

Didn't you meet Haita?

Who is Haita?

Philon asked instinctively.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized he had been rude and quickly covered his mouth.

Ronan shook his head:

"It's nothing. If you didn't meet, you didn't meet. For you, this might be a good thing, at least you won't be alone anymore."

"Lowling, you did a good job on this."

The reason why Philon was able to meet Haita in the original timeline was because his family was killed and he became a war orphan.

It's wonderful that my parents are still alive and well.

Selena froze for a moment upon hearing the name. Her face flushed red as she retorted:

"Really, Father, I told you not to call me by that name anymore."

As she spoke, she picked up a slice of watermelon and quickly stuffed it into Philon's mouth, successfully silencing any potential questions Philon might ask, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Having gotten used to the names my mother gave me, it always felt awkward to hear the names my father gave me.

Ronan looked up at his daughter and smiled:

"Is that so? It seems you haven't cultivated a calm and composed mindset yet."

“Your mother is right, you do need to gain experience.”

He gently shook his head, glancing at the dishes that were automatically arranged in front of him.

"However, since things have come to this, let's eat first."

"Philan, welcome to our home."

Philon took a bite of the watermelon slice that was almost as big as his face, and hummed softly, his emotions hard to describe.

In short... I don't dislike it.

She began to look forward to the days of learning magic, hoping that one day she would master magic and be able to protect her parents.

The little hands clenched into fists.

Keep going!

Chapter 292 Extra Chapter 4: Philon's Growth

Three years later, on the edge of a cliff.

Huhu——

The howling wind blew wildly, lifting Philon's long, pale purple hair.

The nine-year-old girl was raising her staff and casting a spell on a rock three hundred meters away.

Wow!

The magic cannonball flew away swiftly, flashing with a blinding light.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled thud was heard, and a smooth and neat hole was precisely cut into the middle of the boulder.

"Well done, Philon!"

Behind me came Selena's applause full of admiration.

She clapped her hands lightly, a relieved smile on her lips:

"At this rate, you'll probably become a level three mage in another year."

When Philon heard the teacher's praise, his face beamed with pride.

She retracted her staff, turned around to look behind her, and asked impatiently, "Really?"

“Of course it’s true,” Selena replied confidently.

Becoming a Level 3 mage isn't too difficult; the average age for humans to pass the test is around fourteen.

Philon was introduced to magic at the age of six and was able to pass the test at the age of ten, which shows his exceptional talent.

Selena recalled the moments she had shared with Felen over the past three years, her heart filled with emotion.

Thanks to Philon's efforts, his talent masked the fact that his teaching level was mediocre.

Otherwise, it would definitely not be hidden from my mother.

Thinking of this, Selena slowly walked forward, came to Philon's side, reached out and rubbed her head.

Philon immediately shrank back, her cheeks flushed slightly, looking sweetly dizzy, which was very cute.

Seeing this, Selena smiled and continued softly:

"Keep it up, Philon."

“A level three mage is definitely not your limit. With your talent, your future is limitless.”