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

What's going on... Is it really necessary to be so overly familiar?

Anyone who didn't know better would think that I had a very good relationship with her.

We almost had a falling out just now, but now…

As she pondered, the man directly opposite her gave her a gentle smile.

Not knowing what had happened between the two, I could tell from their words that they had reconciled and were still thinking of each other at this critical moment.

I don't know what's been going on lately.

I found a little girl yesterday, and today I encountered a lost elf and a human...

Could it be that the demons are about to attack?

We need to make some preparations.

Chapter 42, Section 43: This child has no ambition.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Ronan followed the man into the village, his gaze sweeping over Celia beside him, his expression puzzled.

Celia glanced sideways, a slight smile playing on her lips, and clicked her tongue softly, her tone nonchalant:

"It's nothing, just an excuse to sneak into the village."

"You're not angry, are you?"

He wasn't angry, firstly because there was still plenty of time, and secondly because he didn't need to reason with an unreasonable child.

only…

Ronan sighed softly:

"Isn't that a bit too willful? Have you forgotten what I said before?"

Not everyone will accommodate you.

"I haven't forgotten, but so what?"

Celia smiled:

"It is precisely because of my willfulness that I am Celia."

"If you're not satisfied, feel free to try changing me. I'll be waiting for you."

Having lived for two thousand years, she would not voluntarily change her personality because of other people's subjective dissatisfaction.

Upon hearing this, Ronan frowned and was about to say something when they arrived at the man's house after walking only a few steps.

The two looked up and saw a house built of stone and wood.

The man shouted towards the house:

"Sherry, could you please come out for a moment? Two more guests have arrived."

As soon as he finished speaking, a woman draped in white cloth slowly walked out of the house.

Behind her followed a little girl with orange hair, about four or five years old, with bright emerald eyes.

The man stepped forward and briefly explained the general course of events to the two of them.

The woman understood and invited her into her home. The little girl, carrying a glass of clear water, came to the two of them and introduced herself:

"My name is Vlame. Brother and sister, what are your names?"

"I heard from my father that you are also magicians, is that right?"

The girl's voice was clear and bright, and she had a smile on her face.

Ronan sat in the chair, took the water, nodded, and was about to introduce himself.

Suddenly, he froze.

"also?"

Ronan frowned, his gaze fixed on the girl, as if confirming something important:

"Your name is Vlamé?"

It's a bit of a coincidence.

But since she is Celie's future disciple, it doesn't seem wrong to meet her now.

That's what fate is all about.

嗏

What kind of magic do you like?

Ronan inquired, intending to confirm further.

Vlame thought about it seriously for a while.

Since it was a question raised by a customer and she didn't know the reason, she answered seriously:

"I love the magic of creating flower fields. Big brother, why are you asking these questions?"

Ronan understood. Conjure up a flower field? That doesn't quite fit Celia's criteria for taking on apprentices.

Whether it was a mistake in the future or not, he nodded in agreement:

"It's nothing, I'm just a little surprised. After all, you're so young, yet you're a magician."

"I originally thought that magicians were very rare all over the world."

Indeed, very few. What people commonly refer to are all self-proclaimed. Celia glanced at Vlamé, her eyes filled with scrutiny.

She was about to explain to Ronan, to demonstrate her extensive knowledge, when the hostess stepped forward first, smiling ingratiatingly:

"You flatter us, sir. We only know some common folk magic."

"Not as good as you and your companions."

As the group talked, their noises were not concealed, and a door nearby was gently pushed open a crack.

An eye lurking in the darkness cautiously observed the situation outside the door.

—It's Solitaire.

Solitaire made no sound and emitted no aura whatsoever.

The moment she saw Ronan, her pupils contracted sharply.

then.

Boom, boom, boom…

My heart is racing.

Solitaire had never felt so nervous before.

A hero has actually appeared?

Why so fast?

The original plan was to arrive in three days, but now it's only been one day...

This sudden situation caught her completely off guard.

Just then, the male homeowner glanced at the door and remembered something important.

He faced Ronan and said slowly:

"By the way, Mr. Ronan, there is another member in our family."

"We found her yesterday. When we met her, she had lost her parents and her memories due to an attack by the demons."

Only one letter records her identity; her name is Solitaire Lawson.

"We suspect she comes from a wealthy family."

"If you are from another city, could you please take her with you when you leave?"

"We really can't bear to let her stay here and suffer hardship, who knows if she has other elders in her family."

After saying that, the man shouted towards the room.

A moment later, Solitaire had no choice but to straighten her clothes and walk out with a forced smile on her face.

Upon seeing her, Celia couldn't help but frown.

I don't know why.

Despite the fact that this human named Solitaire had the appearance of a young lady and was elegant in manner, she still gave off a very incongruous feeling.

It's probably due to two thousand years of life experience.

But when asked to pinpoint exactly what was off, she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

then.

She nudged Ronan's waist, signaling him to use his detection magic to take a look.

Hopefully, it's not the worst-case scenario; otherwise, she'll go on a killing spree again.

……

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward. Ronan felt a tingling, numb sensation in his waist and was momentarily confused about what Celia was up to.

He subconsciously exchanged a glance with Celia, but during their eye contact, he couldn't decipher the meaning in her eyes at all.

After all, the two had absolutely no chemistry.

However, it's not easy to openly discuss this kind of invasion of privacy.

So, after everyone had left, Celia angrily dragged Ronan away.

The leaves on both sides rustled.

Once they reached a secluded corner, Celia stared intently at Ronan, her pale finger poking his chest as she questioned him with displeasure:

"What are you doing? Can't you read my eyes?"

"..."