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

Just thinking about how elves are over a hundred years old and their bodies haven't even developed yet, and how they only get to have an adult body when they're hundreds or thousands of years old...

It makes me feel sad for them just thinking about it.

Children's world is nothing like the fun adults have.

……

After giving her instructions, Frillie left.

Before leaving, she made sure to take the magic book with her, lest it cause another accident while she was sleeping.

Before we knew it, it was the morning of the second day.

As soon as Ronan opened his eyes, he instinctively reached for his side to check the time.

He stretched out his hand and suddenly smiled.

"What am I doing?"

Ronan shook his head slightly, finding it somewhat absurd. They were in another world, yet he was still preoccupied with going to work…

This is a bad habit that must be corrected.

Let's start today.

I got up and washed up. In this day and age, there's no toothpaste, so I had to use salt instead. It wasn't bad, as long as it wasn't charcoal.

He couldn't imagine a clean elf brushing his teeth with charcoal.

Wiping the water off his face, Ronan grabbed a loaf of bread from the kitchen.

When he arrived in the living room, he glanced upstairs—that was Frillie's room.

The door was tightly closed, and a wooden sign hung outside, suggesting the person was still asleep.

He glanced at it and then forgot about it. He pushed open the door, and a large expanse of green came into view.

Amidst the greenery, a group of elves were busily working in the village, creating a constant commotion.

The air was still very fresh.

Ronan took a deep breath.

At this time.

He saw the village chief from yesterday walking over.

Chapter 5.5, Small Opening Doesn't Count as Opening

Good morning, Your Excellency Ronan.

The village chief walked slowly to Ronan, a polite smile on his face, and greeted him softly.

Did you sleep well last night?

"I hope that child, Frilian, didn't bother you."

Ronan shook his head, his expression calm:

“Village chief, you don’t need to use honorifics. I was resting very well. It should be said that I disturbed her.”

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Coming to visit so early in the morning, it's clear that it couldn't just be for a simple greeting.

This can also be seen from the village chief's hesitant and slightly conflicted expression.

However, the village chief's next words did not confirm his conjectures.

Instead, he said somewhat hesitantly:

"There is something, but it's not very important."

"I don't know if Frilian told you, but I was too excited yesterday and forgot about it."

As he spoke, the village chief gently patted his forehead, seemingly regretting his forgetfulness.

After filming, he looked at Ronan again and said seriously,

"I'm here today to remind you."

"The Sword of the Hero was originally located near the Village of Swords. Since the Goddess bestowed the Sword of the Hero upon the Village of Swords, generations have lived by protecting it."

"Now that you have obtained the Hero's Sword, if what you say is true, you found it by accident..."

"Then, those guardians of the Land of Swords, I'm afraid..."

The village chief emphasized the word "accidentally," and his unfinished words revealed the impropriety of the matter.

Ronan paused for a moment, then nodded in sudden realization.

Does the Sword of the Hero actually have a guardian?

This was something he hadn't expected at all.

Because at that time he didn't see the so-called guardian at all.

If that's true, it means that you've inadvertently taken away the very thing that someone else relies on for survival.

Thinking of this, Ronan frowned and asked in return:

"So, should we tell the guardians of the Sword Village about this now?"

"Or should I return the Hero's Sword?"

Upon hearing this, the village chief was startled and quickly waved his hand, saying:

"No need. A hero's sword is not something to be used casually. What is yours will always be yours."

"After all, no one has ever picked up this sword since the beginning of the goddess's creation."

"If you can pick it up, it means you are a true hero. This is a rule set by the goddess."

Rules? Ronan didn't think these rules had absolute authority.

Because he wasn't a hero at all, the fact that he could pick it up must be based on his almost limitless power.

Wait a minute... He suddenly remembered something.

What if this hero is not a hero of spirit, but a hero of strength?

If that's the case, then everything makes sense.

This goddess is quite farsighted.

Ronan smiled faintly, his lips curving upwards, as he was about to speak again.

The village chief stepped forward, raised his hand, and spoke first:

"Your Excellency Ronan, you really don't need to worry."

"Just in case, I sent someone to the Land of Swords two hours ago."

"I should be back in about a week."

"At that time, someone will be in charge of verifying the authenticity of this hero's sword, and someone will also tell you how to properly use it..."

"Although I have seen the Sword of the Hero, that was hundreds of years ago."

"As time goes by, memories inevitably become blurred, and it's possible that we've misread things."

"They are the true authorities."

"Please feel free to stay here until then."

The village chief's tone was sincere; this was not only to put his mind at ease, but also to urge Ronan to take action as soon as possible.

As elves, they shouldn't interfere in the hero's affairs, but the situation changed completely when the people from the Land of Swords arrived.

Even if it turns out that the Hero's Sword is fake, it doesn't matter.

Ronan is human and cannot stay in the village where the elves live for long.

After all, a life that remains unchanged for decades or even centuries is like a cage for people who are used to a rich and varied life, and it is bound to drive them crazy.

Unless, of course, the other party is also an immortal being.

That is obviously impossible.

Ronan was unaware of the village chief's thoughts, assuming he was simply looking out for him in case of emergency, and nodded slightly.

"Then I'll have to trouble you."

"By the way, I heard yesterday evening that your village was running low on food. Did something happen?"

"I feel bad about eating here for free."

"I might be able to help you in a small way."

Upon hearing this, the village chief lowered his head slightly, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

After hesitating for two seconds, he finally slowly revealed the truth.

About five years ago, the Demon King's army marched south and cut off trade routes in some kingdoms.

Although elves have long lifespans, they are also very enthusiastic about farming.

However, with limited seed supply, constant natural disasters and man-made calamities, and a stagnant population, food supplies dwindled.

We need to buy our food from nearby towns recently.

The town is populated by humans who also need to eat, leading to a shortage of food and soaring prices.

To make matters worse, elves love art and are obsessed with magic, but they don't value wealth much and have always lived a life of taking whatever they can get.

Meanwhile, human kingdoms are constantly changing, and currencies are also frequently updated.

This resulted in them possessing perhaps only one or two coins of real value over thousands of years…

This is quite helpless; they can't just go out to work and earn money. No elf has ever done such a thing before.

However, the problem of food shortage is undeniable and cannot be ignored.

So the village chief originally planned to develop the surrounding forests and spend ten or even several decades finding a new and stable food source.

Decades may seem like a very long time to humans, but to elves it is but a blink of an eye…