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

She knew that her battle was probably being watched by the teacher, which made her feel a little relieved.

Today's performance should earn you extra points, right? It showcased both your strength and your "kindness."

"Let's go."

At this moment, Philon walked over to Shutark and patted him on the shoulder, trying to comfort the frightened junior.

Despite being in the same grade, different classes resulted in different statuses.

Feeling the touch on his shoulder, Shutark's trembling gradually stopped, though he still sobbed a little.

He sniffed and turned his head to stare at Philon.

The gentleness that flashed in those violet eyes made his heart stop for a moment, as if it had been shot by a bullet.

His blood was rushing back to his head, and he hurriedly wiped his face haphazardly with his sleeve.

How embarrassing.

"hehe…"

The sight of a grown man behaving like a girl at this moment made Philon cover her mouth and chuckle.

She pointed to a group of people lying haphazardly in the distance and said:

"If we don't leave now, it will be too late once they come to their senses."

"What do you think they would think if they saw you completely unharmed?"

They will definitely feel it's unfair, after all, they got beaten up, why didn't they get beaten up?

Hugh Tarek snapped back to reality, shivered, instinctively grabbed Philon, and hurriedly left the training field.

"?"

Philon was slightly taken aback when he saw his wrist suddenly being gripped.

This boy...

"What's your name?"

She couldn't help but ask, her voice a notch higher than usual; no boy had ever treated her like this before.

Shutark quickly realized his recklessness.

As soon as he stepped out of the training ground gate, he let go as if he had been electrocuted, and hurriedly bowed, saying:

"I'm sorry, my name is Hugh... Hugh Tarker, thank you, miss... no, classmate..."

The stammering words stuck in my throat.

Although the school uniforms are the same style, the temperament doesn't lie.

Philen's elegant demeanor clearly indicates that she comes from a prestigious family.

Philon shook her head and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear:

"Don't call me Miss, just call me Philen, or Shutalk?"

She hesitated for a moment, then asked with a hint of curiosity.

"Your name symbolizes strength, so why have you been reduced to running errands for others?"

She knew that a name didn't mean anything, but sometimes it did symbolize a person's characteristics.

For example, Frilian's freezing ability, and Vlame's flames.

Moreover... judging from his hair color and appearance, he is somewhat similar to the top student in the elite class. Could they be from the same clan?

This is interesting.

Just because you're strong doesn't mean you can order others around at will.

Philon's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, reminding her of the savage soldiers from her childhood.

Shutark sighed hesitantly, "Strong?"

His voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. At that moment, a light drizzle began to fall outside.

He looked at the raindrops dripping from the eaves, his heart filled with a sense of loss.

This was originally his father's expectation of him, but he disappointed his father.

"Ouch, that hurts! That stinky woman..."

Cries of pain echoed from the training field behind me.

Hearing the commotion, Hugh Tarek quickly pulled Philon away a distance.

This time, due to nervousness, he unconsciously exerted more force, which caused Philon to frown as he moved.

He stopped in a pavilion, and only after calming his slightly rapid breathing did he turn around.

Immediately afterwards, Philon's puffed-up cheeks came into view.

She was rubbing her wrist, her rain-soaked bangs plastered to her forehead, making her look like a cat with its fur standing on end.

His heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head again:

"I'm so sorry! I've been rude again! Mingming..."

After rattling off a long string of apologies, Philon, seeing his flustered state, smiled with relief once again.

Her temperament was completely different from her name, and her expression carried a melancholy that none of the boys in her class possessed, which piqued her interest in learning more about her.

However, since she was a girl, after thinking about it, she decided not to take any further action.

She straightened her wrinkled cuffs, raised her eyes slightly, and scrutinized Shutark.

I thought to myself—it's not too late to talk about it next time we meet.

The two chatted for a while longer. When Philon heard the school bell ring and saw that Yubel hadn't returned, he got up to say goodbye.

"Take good care of yourself, Shutark, and don't lose your dignity."

“I believe your father did not name you this so that you would be submissive here.”

Probably... but Shutark still lacked confidence.

At this moment, Philon took out a few mints from her pocket and gently placed them in his palm, as a small gesture of care and reminder to her junior:

"If you feel nervous, take one pill. It will boost your spirits. That's what I do every day."

"Whether you're a warrior or a mage, you need to be highly focused during battle; who knows, it might have a surprising effect?"

With a gentle smile on her face, she turned around and waved.

"Goodbye."

After saying that, he took a step forward and used spatial magic to disappear from the spot so as not to miss the class.

Shutark was stunned. He stared blankly at the mint in his hand, the warmth still lingering in his palm. It took him three seconds to come back to his senses.

Followed by.

"not good!"

He grabbed the candy, quickly stuffed it into his pocket, and hurriedly ran back.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Sure enough, when he returned to the classroom, he was scolded by the teacher before he was able to sit down in his seat.

But then, his mind was completely elsewhere; Philon's image filled his mind.

as well as.

The aroma of the mint candy seemed to linger in his hand. He couldn't resist unwrapping it and taking a bite, his eyes slightly narrowed as he silently thought:

So sweet.

Chapter 297 Extra Chapter 9: The Date

Time flies, and a year later.

"Hey, did you guys hear? That crazy woman from the magic department finally graduated today!"

Shutark was standing on tiptoe wiping the glass high up in the corridor.

Suddenly, the hushed whispers of several boys, accompanied by footsteps, came from around the corner.

His hand paused slightly.

"A crazy woman..."

Oh, it's her.

In an instant, memories flooded back, and the image of the green-haired girl standing with a knife immediately appeared before his eyes.

The incident that shocked the entire school a year ago is still vivid in my mind.

It is said that the top student in the elite class was beaten so badly that he lost control of his bladder on the spot and had to take a three-month leave of absence from school to recover.

Not just him.

From the training grounds for lower-grade students to the combat zones for upper-grade students, almost every male student in the warrior department has experienced her prowess.

Despite being a mage, he can perfectly replicate every move of a warrior through magic.

That kind of talent is infuriatingly enviable.

"Really? Isn't she only fourteen years old?"

Shutark snapped out of his reverie and continued to listen intently, but the voices of the boys gradually faded into the distance.

Even when he tried his best to get closer, he could only hear the words "victory" and "Philan".

Philen?

He was stunned again.

We were defeated?

In that instant, the rag fell to the ground with a "thud".

He didn't even bother to pick up the rag; he turned and ran towards the magic department.