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

He sat down next to Celia and gently stroked her belly with his hand.

One could almost see through the space that Philon was diligently studying.

"Don't talk nonsense." Celia slapped Caironan's hand, unwilling to admit it.

"To be frank, are there any strong individuals? I mean, those above the first-level mage level."

Ronan smiled slightly, not exposing Celia's insincerity.

He recalled the list and answered slowly:

"In terms of strength, there is one named Yubel who possesses magic that can cut almost anything."

"At only eleven years old, he is already able to cut through space."

"He ranked first in the previous magic entrance exam and almost killed the examiner... Hmm, he has a rather nasty personality."

"If anyone would bully Philon, it would be her, since the two of them will be in the same year."

"What, do you want me to separate their classes?"

It's not that it's impossible, but that would make Philon appear weak.

Celia wouldn't like it, and that's why... She gave a cold snort and raised her chin:

"Separate them? What a joke! We need strong ones. They have to be in the same class."

"As for bullying, no, I don't think you would let her suffer any injustice."

That's true. If he wanted to, he could easily create a cheat code for Philon.

However, this would seem like excessive favoritism.

Daughters can.

The rest of the people...

“Set a goal for her. Isn’t that Yubel’s personality terrible? Let her defeat and suppress her over the next three years.”

"If that's not possible, then let Selena go back to school to repeat the course as well."

“I know, she’s been keeping it from me, her mother.”

Celia's tone was resolute, and she took this opportunity to put pressure on the two of them.

To avoid getting out and embarrassing myself and Ronan.

Ronan shook his head slightly, feeling sorry for Philon's plight, having to get involved in adults' struggles at such a young age.

However, on second thought, campus life inherently requires competition; only in this way can we stimulate the motivation to move forward.

So-called "happy education" is not suitable for groups like mages and warriors who need great strength.

……

at the same time.

In the distant village of warriors, the afternoon sun was intense and dazzling.

Nine-year-old Shutark is doing push-ups in an open space.

There was a wooden stake in front of me, covered with countless marks from sword cuts.

I was halfway through my workout when I heard several people mocking me from outside the open space.

For example, the son of the clan chief failed the assessment for the elite class.

It's too embarrassing for the son of the clan chief.

Compared to his brother.

Graduating at the age of fourteen with the highest score is like heaven and earth.

Hugh Talke clenched his fist in an instant, leaving a finger mark on the ground.

I glanced to the side.

call out!

Suddenly, a wooden sword shot out from the house in front, grazing everyone's cheeks with a whistling sound, and crashed into the tree trunk.

boom!

A trace of blood appeared, and the leader covered his face in horror.

"Brother...brother."

Shutark muttered to himself, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"Quick, run!"

The group was terrified by the sudden turn of events and shoved each other as they fled.

Just then, a red-haired young man slowly walked out of the house.

He patted the sawdust off his hands, his gaze first falling on the backs of the men who were running away with their heads in their hands.

Then, his gentle gaze fell upon Shutark, who was lying on the ground, and he shook his head with a hint of relief, saying:

"Don't let their words affect you. You'll be starting school in a month, so keep going!"

Although the younger brother doesn't have much talent, his determination and hard work will eventually pay off.

In response, Shutark nodded solemnly, biting his lower lip.

He will try his best until his father sees him.

……

The quill pen in the study scratched on the paper.

Selena's house.

At her desk, Philon frowned slightly as she looked at the acceptance letter that had appeared out of her spatial dimension.

I opened it and took a look.

It's an elite class.

A smile flashed in her eyes. Finally, she had to work hard; only in this way could she keep Teacher Selena.

And so, she threw herself back into her studies.

With the solidification of magical theoretical knowledge several times, a month passed in the blink of an eye.

……

Outside the college, the sun shines brightly and a gentle breeze blows.

After saying goodbye to Selena, Philon, carrying a shoulder bag and feeling apprehensive, slowly walked into the academy.

The graduation requirement for the elite class is to become a true first-level mage, and she doesn't know how many years it will take her to achieve this goal.

I thought life wouldn't be boring from now on, and it really was.

As soon as I arrived outside the classroom, I was met with a rude awakening.

"Hey, hey, don't any of you guys even have a single one who can fight? You're really disappointing me."

A green-haired girl was sitting on a chair outside the classroom with her legs crossed, twirling a small knife between her fingers.

A wicked smile played on her lips as she tried to beat up every student who approached the classroom, her expression utterly nonchalant.

Staring at the other person, Philon recalled the message her teacher had specifically told her before she left.

"Is she my opponent? Yubel, a near-first-class mage?"

While pondering, I noticed that Yubel's gaze suddenly turned to me.

Philon's eyelids twitched.

"It's troublesome."

Chapter 294, Side Story Six: The Trip

"Hey, this is bad! Why is this monster our classmate?!"

Philon instinctively took two steps back, trying to keep a low profile.

Meanwhile, the boys around them, filled with resentment, couldn't help but voice their true feelings.

In their view, a mage of Yubel's strength should skip directly to a higher grade or even graduate.

The small knife in his hand seemed capable of cutting through anything, which was truly terrifying.

Philon knew the reason for this.

All of this was arranged by the adults.

These poor students were thus passively drawn into the competition between her and Yubel.

I took a deep breath, trying to relieve the pressure in my heart.

"Hey."

Just then, Yubel spoke. She slowly stood up, the knife in her hand pointing directly at Philon in the crowd.

It seems she already knew why she was placed in a lower grade despite possessing the strength of a near-first-level mage.

Her tone was nonchalant, tinged with a hint of fighting spirit:

"It's you, isn't it? The one with purple hair and a grape-like demeanor."

"Although I don't know why the higher-ups want me to defeat you, your strength doesn't seem to be that great."

What kind of magic do you specialize in?

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. If she can defeat Philon in three years, she can directly become a first-level mage.

Becoming a Level 1 Mage means graduation, thus indirectly saving three or four years of growth time.

This was a huge temptation for her.

Philon felt a pang of anxiety; what was bound to happen had finally arrived.

The eyes of those around her immediately focused on her, and they were very curious about what kind of relationship this girl had with Yubel.