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

Oh no, I'm hallucinating! What's going on...?

How did the two become friends in just a few minutes?

Is Ronan really that charismatic? He was clearly sent to exorcise demons.

Celia stared intently at Ronan, as if questioning whether there was anything wrong with his identity.

Ronan looked back. Although he didn't understand the meaning, he knew from her behavior just now that she was there.

He nodded, his tone calm:

"Don't worry, Celia, everything's fine. Have you finished taking care of things on your end?"

Did her parents agree?

Ronan ultimately didn't tell Celia the truth that Solitaire was a demon, because it was pointless.

Rather than letting the two of them know and adding variables, it's better to keep the situation firmly under my control.

As long as she doesn't leave my sight, I can create a tracking spell later.

She can't escape.

Upon hearing this, Celia didn't quite believe that her intuition could be wrong, but since Ronan had said so, she couldn't refute it.

However, just in case, she silently used a spell to check Ronan's current condition.

After confirming that the other party was not under the influence of mind control magic, he nodded and said slowly:

"The matter over there has been resolved, and her parents have given their consent."

"After the talent test is completed, if she passes, I will take her away."

Celia looked around but didn't see Volamey anywhere, and her brow furrowed slightly.

"Where is Vlamé?"

Ronan was about to answer when suddenly, Vlamé ran over on his own.

She held a bouquet of flowers she had never seen before, her face beaming with joy, her voice clear and melodious:

"Brother Ronan, look what I found!"

However, Celia's expression was quite unpleasant.

She stepped forward, her gaze scrutinizing.

After a short while, he determined the total amount of magic power in the other person's body through his senses and realized that Vlamé was a genius.

He snatched the flowers from her hand.

The voice was serious:

"Kid, stop wasting your time on these meaningless things."

"Your total magic power is not low, far exceeding that of your peers, which means you were born with the aptitude to become a mage."

"Having the qualifications but wasting them..."

"With your mother's consent, as your new teacher, I must correct these bad habits of yours."

Celia's words struck like a bolt from the blue, leaving Volamere completely stunned.

She never expected that the two people her father brought back would cause things to develop in such a strange direction.

The flowers in my hand were taken away, and my wrist hurt a little.

Seeing that Celie completely ignored the things she had worked so hard to bring back, her serious tone made her nose sting with tears.

Then, with a "whoosh," she burst into tears.

Celia was annoyed by the noise.

The fingers twitched slightly.

In an instant, the crying stopped.

"This is magic that can stop people from crying."

"Kid, be quiet. I am the great mage, Celia, one of the few who have reached the pinnacle of this continent."

"It is a blessing that you have accumulated over many lifetimes to be able to become my disciple."

At this point, Celia seemed to remember something important.

She turned abruptly, looked at Ronan, and a hint of confusion crossed her face:

"Speaking of which... the demons leaked her information to us, yet they didn't take any action themselves. Are they out of their minds?"

“Who knows?” Ronan smiled, his eyes glancing at Solitaire out of the corner of his eye.

A moment later, he walked over to Vlamé, and while comforting her sobbing body, he spoke softly:

"It's also possible that they didn't have time to act."

"Don't forget how you and I got through it all."

He gently patted Vlamé's shoulder and said softly, "Don't cry, Vlamé."

As he spoke, he snatched the bouquet of flowers back from Celia's hands and handed it back to her.

"You need to be gentler with children; your personality is too strong."

"Anyone who doesn't know the situation might think you're up to some kind of forced buying and selling scheme."

Celia pouted and retorted:

"Forced sales? Many people want me to force them to sell their children, but I haven't had the chance yet."

"It's not too late to be gentle after you become my disciple. I don't want my disciple to be a coward who cries at the drop of a hat."

That's true; strict teachers produce outstanding students. However, Ronan was too lazy to delve into the matter with her.

Seeing that someone cared about her, Vlame's grievances gradually dissipated, and she slowly stopped sobbing.

After receiving the flowers again, she rushed home without even wiping away her tears, wanting to ask her mother what had happened.

Behind her, Celia watched his retreating figure, her eyes swirling with emotion.

She secretly admired him: his talent was outstanding, far surpassing that of Frillie.

Such a magician deserves to be my disciple.

Just as she was about to say something praising her own taste, she suddenly noticed Ronan's gaze, which held a slightly subtle meaning.

Celia quickly clenched her fist, coughed twice, and changed the subject:

"Let's not talk about this anymore. If this child wants her parents to have a better life, she will definitely agree to become an apprentice."

"My identity is not something that just anyone can ignore."

"Tell me about the demons, Ronan. What do you know about them?"

Her gaze gradually turned serious.

"What you just said bothered me, and I didn't have time to act..."

"Is it 100% certain that they lured me here with Vlame to kill me?"

"So, they're on their way here now?"

Ronan never said anything like that; it was all Celia's own imagination, but the truth is pretty much the same.

He nodded and revealed the so-called "Infinite Alvis".

He then asked Celia if there was any spatial magic that humans could learn, such as spatial cutting.

Celia didn't care where Ronan got this information from.

When she heard the words "space cutting", her expression faltered almost imperceptibly.

Then, his gaze gradually became strange, with an indescribable mockery.

Chapters 45 and 46: Creating Magic; In a World of Idealism, Anything Is Possible

A moment later, a gentle breeze blew by.

"Space cutting?"

A half-smile appeared on Celia's face.

"Ronan, are you kidding me? If you're not fully awake, go to sleep."

"There is no such magic in the world. Even if there were, it would definitely not be something that humans could master."

"Even an elf like me who has lived for thousands of years can't do it."

Can you imagine what space would look like if it were cut open?

Celia crossed her arms, shook her head slightly, and found it somewhat amusing.

Even if the opponent is a hero, even if he can create his own flying magic, it is still too naive to think that he can cut through space.

It's true that the world of magic is a world of idealism.

Even if it is idealistic, the creation and use of magic must follow objective facts and laws.

For example, imagine yourself underwater without needing to breathe; theoretically, this behavior could create a kind of magic that allows you to live underwater.

But in reality, it can't be done.

The fact that humans need to breathe is almost etched into the depths of their souls.

Space can be divided, but a person cannot divide space; it is the same principle.

Ronan listened to Celia's "taunts" with his usual calm expression.

He knew perfectly well why Celia was acting this way.

The old woman is ignorant; it's no wonder she's a native of this world.

I am different; my brain contains thousands of materials for me to imagine magical spaces.

That knowledge from another world was beyond Celia's comprehension.

Currently, all he lacks is a starting point to develop and utilize this knowledge.