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

Therefore, Ronan nodded, his tone confident and composed:

"It's very simple for me to cut open the space of imagination."

"Just tell me where I can access spatial magic."

These words were quite ordinary, conveying an air of effortless ease.

But to Celia's ears, it sounded extremely jarring.

Her expression changed slightly; she put her hands on her hips, looking displeased.

"What do you mean by that? Are you saying I'm not good enough?"

"What a joke. If even I can't do it, then no one in the world can."

Ronan remained calm, letting out a soft sigh, a hint of helplessness in his eyes:

"I didn't say you couldn't do it; I was just stating an objective fact."

"Just tell me, do you not have spatial magic?"

Selene was speechless for a moment, and her previously domineering posture disappeared.

She lowered her eyes, and although she was unhappy that the truth had been revealed, she still clicked her tongue:

"How could such strange magic possibly exist?"

"Are you here to cause trouble on purpose?"

"There may be a goddess, but she hasn't appeared in history for thousands of years."

"Unless you can find Him, but that's obviously impossible."

Ronan didn't ask why it was impossible, which was normal, after all, he was a god.

Besides, even if it is found, it may not be granted.

With this in mind, Ronan continued to ask:

"If that's the case, is there any magic that can replace spatial magic?"

“I’ve heard Frilian say before that magic that can cut almost anything can theoretically also cut through space.”

Is this really true?

Celia frowned slightly.

She rested her chin on her hand, a thoughtful expression on her face, as if she had figured something out:

"Cut through magic? Oh right, how could I forget that?"

"Indeed, its limit is to cut through everything. In the world of imagination, everything certainly includes space."

"However, the same question remains: how do you cut through space?"

"Also, have you learned this magic?"

Ronan had not studied it because he didn't have the time, and Frilian's home didn't have any.

While creating something new is feasible, it is extremely easy to go in the wrong direction without any reference points.

It's similar to creating a mathematical formula from scratch.

There's no need to waste time.

Seemingly having considered this, Celia smiled, a hint of smugness in her eyes:

"That's interesting. I didn't expect that in the end you would still need my help."

"Don't worry, I'm in a good mood today and I can't be bothered to argue with you."

"If you haven't learned it, you haven't learned it. I can teach you, but there's one condition."

"Whether or not you can develop the magic to cut through space, you must teach me that flying magic."

"Of course, you can refuse to make a deal with me, but I remember that cutting magic is very rare on the market."

Because of their high lethality and the current weakness of armor, they are usually snapped up by specialists immediately.

After all, no one knows whether they will fall into the hands of their enemies.

A person can be cut in half. As long as one firmly believes this, even the protection of magical artifacts will be useless.

Upon hearing this, Ronan hesitated for a moment, wanting to explain that he did not possess flight magic.

But then he remembered that flying magic was simpler than spatial magic, it was just wind, so he readily agreed.

He nodded, his tone relaxed:

"I can teach you, but you'll have to wait a few days."

"Also, I need a few books on wind magic."

"This shouldn't be too difficult for you, right?"

It wasn't difficult at all. The deal was struck, and a faint smile appeared on Celia's face.

The fighting spirit fueled by her flight magic made her decisive and efficient.

That very day, Ronan obtained these magical items.

……

"By the way, what do you need so much wind magic for?"

Coming to her senses, Celia belatedly realized that something was amiss.

She stood on the edge of a cliff, with a bottomless abyss in front of her, the wind whistling past her ears.

She looked at Ronan, who was sitting cross-legged at the very edge of the cliff, lowered her eyes slightly, and fell into thought.

Ronan glanced back, scrutinizing her closely. His gaze swept over Solitaire, who had come with him, and he raised an eyebrow slightly, casually remarking:

"secret."

You'll find out in a bit.

After saying that, Ronan fell silent, his gaze returning to the book, and he began to flip through it quickly.

Seeing this, Celia clicked her tongue softly.

That's way too aloof, even though learning magic on the edge of a cliff can help improve concentration.

But it's so close, aren't you afraid of falling?

At such a dangerous distance, if he fell, no one could save him.

I wanted to offer a reminder.

But before she could speak, Celia suddenly saw Ronan floating up.

It felt as if a green wind was supporting him from below.

This sudden scene caused her thoughts to freeze for a moment, and she swallowed back the words she was about to say.

Then, his eyes widened as if he were hallucinating.

—What the heck?!

The mechanism of flight magic is actually this simple?!

"OK."

Before Celia could react, Ronan calmly closed the magic books.

I thought that this was enough for the initial exploration of flight magic.

With a point of reference, creating magic in a world of idealism becomes incredibly easy.

Ctrl+C, it only takes a few seconds.

Next, we should focus our attention on Dimensional Slash.

He couldn't wait to cut that Alvis in half.

Chapter 46, Section 47: Dimensional Slash and Catching the Dimensional Slash

Time slowly passed, on the other side.

While Ronan was focused on developing spatial magic, Alvis received news that O'Brien had been defeated by the hero.

His face was gloomy, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

He was a hero; this wasn't the first time he'd heard that title.

Back in the old days, when he was killing everywhere, those self-proclaimed "heroes" would come running up to him one after another.

They wore cloaks, held fine weapons, and wore righteous expressions, vowing to punish him, the great demon.

However, in Alvis's eyes, these so-called heroes were nothing more than laughable ants.

Their proud strikes couldn't even break through their own defenses, and without exception, they all fell at their own feet, none surviving.

And now, another brave warrior has emerged, and judging from his record, he seems to be truly...

"Humph."

Alvis sneered, his hand crumpling the letter in his grip.

He slowly stood up, his gaze fixed on the dark forest in the distance, a sense of disdain rising in his heart.

"So what if you're a hero? No matter how strong you are, can you possibly defeat my spatial magic?"

"I am the number one person below the Demon King."

Although he only called himself "the number one person below the Demon King," he certainly had the confidence to do so.

Infinite space means absolute defense on a physical level, while his immense magical power also makes him immune to mental attacks to a certain extent.

If he hadn't become one of the Seven Sages and needed to guard the demon territory, his fame would probably have spread throughout the human world long ago.

"Let's go."

With a surge of thoughts, Alvis approached the army that was resting, crushed the letter in his hand, and gave the order to continue advancing.

According to the information in the letter, the hero might appear on the battlefield in a few days.