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

Eye contact? Ronan was speechless. Why not just say what you mean? Why do you have to exchange glances? Only a fool could understand that.

He rubbed his forehead, looking slightly helpless.

"Do you think we've only known each other for a short time? A few years, or more than ten years?"

"If I could read your eyes, I wouldn't be far from learning mind-reading."

"Speak, what is it?"

"What are you planning to do now?"

"What do you mean, 'What do you mean, 'What do you want to do now'? What kind of person do you take me for?"

"I always have something important to say when I come to see you, okay?"

Celia was very unhappy with Ronan's impatient tone. She lowered her voice slightly and said unhappily,

"I feel there's something wrong with that girl named Solitaire; she might be a monster in disguise."

“There are plenty of examples of monsters transforming into humans to prey on people in the northern continent, such as the Mimic Ghost and the Imitation Ghost, but my magic couldn’t detect them.”

"So, I wanted you to give it a try."

Even with its optimized magic, Celia's magic is still unable to distinguish between all species.

Ronan's difference, seemingly due to magic, is actually the effect of the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow.

“A monster?” Ronan raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised by Celia’s words.

He hesitated for a moment, then spoke slowly:

"Are you sure you didn't see wrong? It's not that I doubt you, but after all, she looks like an ordinary human being."

"Besides, since you know she's not normal, why don't you do it yourself?"

"Is it because you're afraid of accidentally hurting her, and then being disliked by Vlame?"

"You've approved of that child?"

Probably so.

Celia was silent for a moment, then let out a cold snort:

“Of course I can’t be wrong. Even if she’s not a demon, there’s definitely something wrong with her because her expression is too unnatural. She seems afraid of you.”

"As for Vlamé... whether I approve of her or not, I will test her magical talent."

"I never intend to teach magic to someone who has no talent."

Although we can tell from the conversation that Vlamé has no ambition, ambition can be cultivated.

Therefore, Celia decided to give Volamey a chance.

Upon hearing this, Ronan clicked his tongue softly, thinking, "He's all talk and no action."

With a touch of emotion, the two left the corner.

By this time, Solitaire and Vlamé had already gone far away.

According to the woman, she went to play in a nearby flower field.

The hostess handed Ronan a map and indicated that he could stay for a few days if he didn't mind.

Ronan did not answer, but Celia accepted it without hesitation.

"I will."

She said this, and then, meeting the hostess's calm gaze, stated her purpose directly.

"To be honest, we are not lost adventurers."

“I am Celia, the great mage of the Elf race.”

“I have come here to find my destined apprentice, named Vlamé, who is most likely your daughter.”

"Humans, what do you think now that you know this?"

Celia didn't want to continue pretending. Now that she had found her target, she had to get close to him to confirm it, regardless of whether he was right or wrong.

Even the demons' schemes are the same.

The woman blinked, her mind blank for a few seconds, completely surprised that the elf in front of her had such a great background.

Logically, she should be happy because her daughter had caught the eye of an important person, but…

“Serie… Your Highness, are you mistaken? My daughter is very ordinary.”

The unknown means risk, and her daughter was too young; she didn't want Vlamé to take any risks.

Besides, this is only Celia's side of the story; what if it's false?

We must consider the possibility of this happening.

Seria seemed oblivious to her mistress's thoughts; her tone was indifferent, her gaze authoritative.

"Whether she's ordinary or not isn't up to you to decide. Just tell me whether you want her to succeed or not."

As she spoke, knowing that the matter would not be resolved in a short time, she glanced at Ronan and waved her hand:

"Ronan, you can leave now. Let me have a good chat with this lady for a while."

"Don't worry, I won't use force."

There's no need to emphasize this point; ultimately, taking on apprentices is a matter of mutual consent.

Ronan sighed. Although he was a little worried, it was their family matter after all, and he shouldn't get involved.

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased somewhat, he quickly turned and left, preparing to see what kind of person Solitaire was.

The sound of their conversation faded into the distance, and Ronan soon arrived near the flower field.

A rich floral fragrance wafted over.

Two girls are playing in the middle of a flower field.

Vlame was very cheerful; the white shawl she wore shimmered like silver gauze in the sunlight, and her silvery laughter echoed through the flower field.

Although Solitaire was also smiling, it seemed forced and absent-minded compared to Vlamé.

He was tending to the flowers and plants.

Ronan leaned leisurely against a tree, a few strings of data flashing in his eyes.

A moment later, his expression shifted slightly, and he understood everything.

"Hmm...this is incredible."

"The total magic power is three thousand, which is three times that of Frilian. This is not a monster, but a demon, and one of those great demons."

"It really was a conspiracy, but I wonder who it's targeting..."

Ronan's thoughts were racing; he lowered his eyes and nodded.

"Hmm... it's most likely Celia, after all, she's lurking around Vlame."

Even elves can die; no one can defend against close-range assassinations.

Fortunately, I have Wind Spirit Moon Shadow.

Thinking of this, Ronan stepped forward.

He did not show any hostility because Vlamé was very close to Solitier.

He waved his hand, a gentle smile on his face, and summoned Vlame.

After getting her out of the way, Ronan walked up to Solitaire and looked at her calmly.

The sunlight in front of Solitaire was blocked, and in the shadows, she was about to raise her eyes and greet the so-called hero with a smile.

Although the disappearance of her predetermined future caused her to grapple with inner turmoil for a few seconds, as long as her identity remained unexposed, she would still have the opportunity to continue the act.

However, before she could speak...

Solitaire suddenly heard a sentence that chilled her to the bone, as if she had been thrown into the dead of winter.

"Confess honestly, young lady from the demon race."

What are you doing here?

Ronan's voice was calm, implying that confession would be met with leniency and resistance with severity, which immediately gave Solitaire goosebumps.

She knelt in the garden, her heart pounding, and her eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly.

She knew she had been exposed, but she didn't know how—was she bluffing me?

No... no matter what, we must not give up the struggle.

Taking a deep breath, Solitaire raised her eyes, feigning calmness, and looked at Ronan with a slight smile:

"My lord, what are you saying? Demons? What are demons?"

"Excuse me, could you explain in more detail? I have amnesia and can't understand."

Amnesia is the most versatile excuse.

Ronan smiled.

He crouched down, gripping her chin with one hand, the pressure just right, yet preventing Solitaire from breaking free.

His pupils reflected Solitaire's expressionless yet slightly trembling figure.

The tone remained normal.

"Amnesia? Interesting. You've finally changed your excuse. Fine."

"Whatever you want to do, you will never have the chance again."

"Because I came."

Chapters 43 & 44, Spatial Magic, Another World's Gojo Satoru (It's Tuesday, please continue reading!)

The ordinary tone carried an unquestionable authority, causing Solitaire to hold her breath for a few seconds.

She could clearly hear the confidence in Ronan's words.

Heart beating wildly.