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

This wasn't because of the way Ronan was pinching her chin at that moment.

To outsiders, this might appear to be a scene full of enchanting beauty.

But for her, it was the embodiment of fear, spreading to every nerve.

"you…"

Solitaire managed to utter a single word, her voice trembling and weak.

She wanted to cover up her inner fear by playing the victim and acting pitiful.

However, as soon as she made these moves, Ronan released his right hand.

Then, looking down at her from above,

"The acting was good, but unfortunately, it meant nothing to me."

Now that I know your identity, all your actions seem to me to be nothing more than a performance.

Tell me your purpose.

"Lurking near Vlame..."

"Is it to kill Celia?"

Solitaire froze, completely unprepared for the hero before her to have made that connection.

Although the Demon King sent her out, his main purpose was to kill the hero.

However, the move to attack Seria at an opportune moment, in terms of the overall plan, doesn't seem to have any problems.

There's no other way; even their "purpose" has been revealed, which clearly indicates there's a traitor among the demons.

To avoid being killed by the hero without warning, she forced a smile, pretending to be desperate, and "frankly" said:

"You knew everything? May I ask how I was exposed?"

"I thought my disguise was perfect."

In terms of performance, Solitaire was indeed perfect; Ronan hadn't noticed a single flaw beforehand.

But Celia possesses the keen intuition honed through two thousand years of life experience.

Given the existence of direct observation data from Fenglingyueying, exposure was to be expected.

Ronan watched quietly:

"There is no such thing as perfection in the world. Although your acting skills are quite excellent, there are still some flaws."

"Just tell me, how do you want to die?"

Upon hearing Ronan's words, Solitaire's smile became even more strained.

She tried to soften her voice and make her expression appear gentle.

They were trying to use this last resort to evoke any sympathy in Ronan's heart that they didn't even know existed.

She gazed at him expectantly, a hint of pleading in her eyes, and tentatively asked in a soft voice:

"I would like to choose to die of old age. Is that alright with you?"

Upon hearing this answer, Ronan gave a soft chuckle, revealing a half-smile.

He seems to lack life experience, but I didn't expect him to be so intelligent.

The fact that she didn't immediately kneel down and beg for mercy actually made Ronan look at her with more respect.

This might be one of the reasons why she was able to accept the mission to assassinate Celie.

Unfortunately, this was not the answer Ronan wanted.

"Wrong, die of old age? Do you think my human race knows nothing about your demon race?"

"If you want to age normally, it will take at least a thousand years."

Ronan rejected her statement.

"I'm giving you a second chance, and also your last chance. Think it over before you answer."

How do you want to die?

Death is not important; how one dies is what matters most. Solitaire's existence might just be the prelude to a demonic conspiracy.

The most efficient way to proceed is to lure out all the demons hiding in the shadows at once.

He doesn't want to travel all over the world.

Solitaire was a little dazed; her brain was racing.

Her centuries of life experience allowed her to barely understand the unspoken meaning in Ronan's words.

The fact that the hero didn't kill him immediately means that he still has some remaining value to be used.

Only by voluntarily revealing this remaining value can one possibly gain a slim chance of survival.

But the question is... what exactly is this value?

It couldn't be his own body, because Celie was right next to the hero.

What else could it be but one's body? It can't be one's own loyalty, can it?

Demons have no concept of loyalty.

and many more…

It's not that there isn't any loyalty; so-called loyalty is nothing more than doing things that benefit one's own people when pledging allegiance to a leader.

Because this can only be demonstrated through actions, merely talking about it is useless, therefore…

Considering that he only had one chance, and that if he answered incorrectly, he would be doomed.

Solitaire's heart pounded faster and faster. She took a deep breath and spoke slowly:

"You... I want to kill my people before I die, is that alright with you?"

"I hate them, so I want revenge. It was the Demon King who forced me to take on this mission."

"I was about to leave the Demon King's castle."

This statement seems reasonable at first glance, and it is indeed true.

However, for Solitaire, revenge was just an excuse to postpone her death for a few days.

It's quite frustrating to think about, since that so-called magic for predicting the future is completely inaccurate.

They neither accurately predicted when the hero would arrive, nor did they foresee the existence of the traitor.

If it weren't for this incident, she wouldn't have ended up in such a passive situation.

Upon hearing this, Ronan pondered for a moment.

Although this was still not the answer he originally wanted, the question was only to put pressure on him and force him to reveal his true identity.

But judging from the current situation, it's still acceptable.

He nodded:

"Indeed, this is the first time I've seen a demon as pragmatic as you."

"What's your name? You should know what to do next."

Solitaire hesitated for a moment, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes:

"I know, my name is Solitaire."

She told Ronan everything she knew, including the impending attack on the village.

Although some false information was mixed in, the purpose of doing so was not to harm the other party.

This was merely a way to buy himself a chance to escape.

After she finished speaking, she gave a brief introduction to Alvis's abilities.

This information is true, and the brave woman has most likely verified it through other channels; she wouldn't dare to lie.

"If I remember correctly, Alvis possesses spatial magic, and the title bestowed upon him by the Demon King is—Alvis of Infinity."

"He can continuously divide the space between himself and others, and thus reach a state of near infinity."

"One, half, one-quarter, one-eighth, one-sixteenth..."

Solitaire's voice was unhurried, and Ronan had a strange sense of déjà vu.

Before he could determine the source of this sense of déjà vu, Solitaire continued speaking.

"In theory, human attacks, whether physical strikes, magical explosions, or damage based on temperature, can never reach him."

"Only the mind control magic of the demon race can be somewhat effective, but I don't know those."

Solitaire let out a long sigh, paused, and her voice became slightly heavy:

"I must remind you, my lord."

"His spatial magic is virtually invincible to humans."

"Even so, do you still intend to confront him head-on and kill him?"

Chapter 44, Section 45: Vlame: This elf is bullying me.

That's obvious," Ronan said calmly.

They didn't know before, but now that they do, they naturally can't let it escape easily.

As for... spatial magic, that's interesting.

He recalled carefully, and the image of a deceased friend who had been cut in half at the waist came to mind.

I wonder if that guy named Alvis has white hair.

Just as I was about to ask, I suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind me.

Celia strode up from behind.

Seeing Ronan and Solitaire getting along so well, her delicate eyebrows involuntarily furrowed, and doubt arose in her eyes.

"You..." she murmured softly, her voice filled with disbelief.