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

"I imagine the situation would be quite different."

Despite the factual tone, Celia sensed a deeper meaning in it.

She glanced at him sideways:

Are you accusing me?

"Are you saying that if I help others, I'll have more friends?"

"What a joke, what would I need those friends for?"

"Just some humans, they'll all die in the blink of an eye anyway."

"Even if we get along very well and spend a lot of time together, compared to my long life, it's only a fraction of a percent."

"Nothing can be changed in such a short time."

She paused, staring at Ronan.

"Including you, hero."

Listening to Celia's words, Ronan felt that she seemed to have had a similar experience.

Perhaps I made friends, but as time went by, I gradually became indifferent to the concept of friendship.

Ronan could understand; it was similar to having a pet, and then, in a daze, the pet died.

Even if you were deeply saddened at the time, you will gradually forget it after being impacted by other events.

He sighed again:

"Can't it be changed? But in my eyes, Celia, you have already changed."

"I vaguely remember that not long ago you couldn't stand the sight of me."

"now what?"

"..."

Selene was speechless for a moment. She opened her mouth, intending to retort that she still couldn't stand it.

Ronan's talent was so great that she felt somewhat ashamed of herself.

But as she was about to speak, she realized that the reason she disliked the other person had quietly changed.

Celia clenched her fist, then slowly relaxed it, letting out a soft sigh of resignation.

“You are an exception, unlike ordinary humans.”

"After all, you were chosen by the Sword of the Hero, and they..."

He seemed to want to say something unpleasant, but then he remembered his identity and the existence of his disciple, and ultimately did not say those words.

She paused, turned around, waved her hand, and changed the subject.

"Fine, you're the hero, do whatever you want. If you want to take them away, I have no objection."

"But, forget about the area outside the Northern Continent."

"The nearby cities are fine. As long as the villages disappear and the traces of destruction are faked, I believe no one can find them."

Because the nearby cities are only a few dozen kilometers away, even if we move, it doesn't count as leaving our hometown.

Ronan nodded, secretly impressed. Selena Aiken's consideration for others was already a significant improvement.

He's come to this world after all this trouble, so he must do something.

Even if it's just subtly influencing those around you and saving some innocent lives, that's still something.

The two turned around side by side and walked towards the village.

Soon, with Ronan drawing the Hero's Sword and Celie revealing her identity, the villagers unanimously approved the relocation proposal.

Since the village has a small population, with only a little over a hundred households, everything was basically settled in one night.

……

At the city gate, the morning light was faint, and a thin mist shrouded the area.

Ronan reached into his backpack and took out two magical artifacts, handing them to Vlame's parents and instructing them:

"This is a magical artifact that can effectively kill monsters and even demons."

"Given that we are about to leave, you can use this to protect yourselves if the demons attack in the future."

"I have already notified the lord in the city, and he will fully cooperate with you."

"As for your child... don't worry, Celia will teach her well."

"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, I'll come back every few years."

Vlame's parents took the magical device. Although they had some doubts, they didn't ask too many questions because Ronan was a hero.

They could only keep this kindness in their hearts.

Magical artifacts designed specifically to combat demons are incredibly valuable for this one characteristic alone.

The hero is truly generous; I hope he can finish his work of defeating the Demon King soon and return safely.

Vlame... also hopes that she will behave well and live up to the hero's expectations.

And that child, Solitaire…

Following the hero, even if I can't find my family, I should be able to live a good life.

Their minds were churning with complex emotions.

After giving some instructions, Ronan turned and left.

Vlamé's parents watched his departing figure.

Seeing Ronan return to Seria, Vlame, and Solitaire's side, she waved gently at him before formally bidding them farewell.

Chapter 50, Section 51: The Goddess Makes Her Appearance

At the same time.

Demon City.

The Demon King's chilling voice slowly echoed within the palace, carrying an undisguised tone of questioning:

“Shurahat, Alvis is dead, just as you foresaw in the future, mercilessly slain by the hero.”

"However, Vlame, Seria, and even the hero are still alive."

"How do you explain this? You clearly sent people to intervene in the future, so why hasn't the future changed at all?"

"What exactly is Solitaire doing when you send her out?"

As an undercover agent, not only did the assassination attempt fail, but he was also led by the nose by the hero, which was extremely humiliating.

The Demon King felt for the first time that Shurahat was incompetent and found a useless person to devise a way out for the demon race.

Shurahart slowly lowered his eyes, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and knelt respectfully on one knee.

His expression was calm, his voice low and apologetic:

"I beg Your Majesty's forgiveness, but in the future I see, Solitaire's attack on the hero did not occur during this time."

"The reason he didn't kill Volamey was probably due to the influence of the hero."

"He wields the sword of a hero and has mastered the magic of flight, which has changed the future I foresaw."

Shurahart paused, seemingly carefully considering his next words, before continuing:

“This is something I never expected.”

"Didn't expect that?"

The Demon King's voice suddenly rose, and his fingers gripped the armrest tightly, making a "creaking" sound.

He coldly and angrily shouted:

"Can this matter be swept under the rug simply because I didn't expect it?"

"If she can't even kill a five-year-old girl, what use is she?"

"Useless. Alvis is the same. He was still defeated by the hero even when he used spatial magic."

"Could it be that my demon race is destined to become the stepping stones for heroes?"

"How despicable!"

The Demon King's words, spoken through gritted teeth, silenced Shurahart.

As a demon, he was reluctant to admit it, but that was the truth.

Even his prized precognitive magic failed, let alone other magic.

Shurahart sighed softly, his voice carrying a hint of reassurance:

"My Lord Demon King, you don't need to be so pessimistic."

"Although it is unclear what attitude the hero holds towards our demon race, our demon race has hundreds of thousands of people, and he alone cannot possibly kill them all."

"As long as the goddess doesn't appear or issue a divine decree, we will always have a chance to make a comeback."

"For now, let's avoid the limelight and keep a low profile."

"..." Upon hearing this, the Demon King glared at him fiercely, his eyes blazing with fury.

The entire clan unites to fight against the hero, and the only result is "they can't kill them all"—is that reasonable?

What's the difference between attacking together and the hero not being able to kill everyone?

Are we demons destined to passively await slaughter?

This is outrageous! The Demon King is not satisfied with this.

Can…

Recalling the power of the goddess and the sword of the hero, the Demon King gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, still feeling the lingering pain from the wounds Celie had inflicted on him years ago.

"Damn it."

He said angrily, "Since I was born, why was there a brave one? If I have the chance, I will definitely kill that goddess!"