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

He couldn't defeat the hero, because the hero had already demonstrated his power, but the goddess might not be so sure.

Perhaps the goddess is just a figurehead with an empty title; no one is willing to submit to fate.

Of course, despite this, the most urgent task is to resolve the current crisis facing humanity.

For the sake of the demon race's future, and to avoid being defeated by the heroes, the Demon King, his face grim and his eyes flashing with determination, gave the order:

"From this day forward, the Demon King's Castle will be under full martial law. No demon is allowed to enter or leave without my permission."

"Humans should not be hunted unless absolutely necessary. If one is starving, animal blood may be used as a substitute."

In reality, demons can survive without eating humans; it's just that their inherent nature makes them prefer to harm humans.

"Yes." Shurahart accepted the order, bowed respectfully, and turned to take his leave.

Beneath his seemingly calm exterior lay a hidden undercurrent of emotion; there was something he had never actually told the Demon King.

In the future scene I just saw, Solitaire, despite narrowly escaping death due to her oath magic, still died at the hands of the hero one day.

The so-called oath magic is nothing more than a cage that restricts her.

She herself was like a lab rat locked in a cage.

Once the sturdiness of the cage has been verified.

The white mice were no longer useful.

Thinking of this, Shurahat let out a sigh, lamenting that the demon race's days would likely become increasingly difficult from now on.

Meanwhile, the Demon King was furious...

Let's wait until he's calmed down before telling him the bad news.

……

At the same time, a place where souls rest in peace.

"Hmm~"

A deep, weary voice shattered the tranquility of heaven.

Perhaps influenced by future changes, the goddess gradually awoke from her slumber.

On the bench made of light, her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her two pointed, elf-like ears twitched at the same time.

Later.

She opened her pale golden eyes, sensing the pervasive power of faith around her, and a gentle smile appeared on her face.

"Has five hundred years already passed?"

She murmured softly, her voice like heavenly music, echoing in the tranquil space.

As a goddess, she generally will not awaken unless there is turmoil in the world order or a problem with the underlying logic of the world.

And the so-called power of faith

It is a product born from the Church of the Goddess, which she created five hundred years ago after distributing the sacred texts to those humans.

This is of great benefit to a deity like her.

Without much hesitation, he absorbed the power of faith, preparing to enhance his divine power and even perfect his divine authority and divine body.

As she was absorbing the energy, the goddess suddenly sensed something was amiss.

She opened her slightly closed eyes again, as if she had heard the prayers of some of humanity.

She blinked, analyzed the language, and then a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"The sword of the hero has been drawn; has the hero been born?"

"this…"

She vaguely remembered that the world did not develop in this way, because she was the one who created the world.

She had observed the future ten thousand years in advance, so she naturally understood what she would discover.

The cataclysmic disaster is expected to occur approximately two thousand years from now, and only then will the sword of the hero be officially drawn.

The human who draws the hero's sword will become the savior, leading humanity to new heights.

Afterwards, the hero dies and becomes one of your followers, and your faith power will surge.

To this end, she created the magic of foreseeing the future, with the aim of guiding humans and demons toward a predetermined future.

Unexpectedly, when I woke up today, the predetermined future had changed.

Who did it?

The goddess's thoughts froze, and her mood soured, because this was seriously hindering her growth.

Becoming a god is just the beginning; without sufficient faith, even a god is but an ant.

No, we can't let this go unchecked. The guy who drew the Hero's Sword must be a heretic.

Will you descend to earth in your true form?

The goddess fell silent.

A moment later.

She made a decision.

Chapter 51, Section 52: Volame's Plea, The Descent of the Goddess

"Brother Ronan, how old are you this year? What is your relationship with Master?"

Above the clouds, a group of people were riding the wind, speeding towards their return journey.

Vlamé looked at the clouds around him and gazed at the distant, faintly visible horizon with great interest.

Ronan paused for a moment, his gaze still fixed ahead, his voice calm:

"It's nothing, we're just partners. She's in charge of analyzing magic, and I'm in charge of mastering it."

"As for my age..." He paused, slowly turning his head to look at Vlame, raising an eyebrow slightly, and asked in return.

Why are you asking this?

Vlame shook her little head, her soft hair fluttering freely in the wind with her movement, then she revealed an innocent smile:

"Of course I'm curious."

“I feel that your relationship with Master is unusual, otherwise you wouldn’t have stood up for me when Master criticized me.”

She paused, her voice suddenly softening, filled with anticipation.

"Brother Ronan, can you teach me magic along with Master?"

Ronan frowned slightly. He knew that Celia was not an easy person to get along with; she was strong-willed and stubborn.

The fact that she couldn't get Frilian to become her apprentice already made her quite unhappy.

If she finds out that even Vlamé has been "divided up," who knows what foolish things she might do.

Thinking of this, Ronan was about to warn Vlame that as a child, he shouldn't think too much, lest he bite off more than he can chew.

However, before he could speak, Vlame suddenly leaned closer to him.

Vlame leaned close to his ear and whispered a few words in a casual tone, as if he were telling a secret:

"Brother Ronan, let me tell you a little secret. I've always had a dream that I've never dared to tell Master."

"I think magic is amazing and can bring joy to people, so I want to create a world where everyone can use magic."

Do you think I can do it?

"..."

Ronan fell silent, his gaze becoming complicated as he seemed to be pondering how to answer the question.

Vlame's dream was so grand as to be almost unreal, even giving him the feeling that he wanted to be an astronaut when he grew up.

The problem is, in reality, how many children can actually become astronauts?

After thinking for a moment, Ronan nodded slightly, without undermining her confidence:

"Yes, I believe you. You were right not to tell her about this dream."

"She hated teaching magic to people who weren't talented."

Are you telling me all this so that I can help you?

Vlame nodded without hesitation, a matter-of-fact smile on his face, a smile as innocent and endearing as a child asking for candy:

"Yes."

“My intuition tells me that you are very powerful, even more powerful than Master.”

"So I would like to ask you and my master to work together to teach me magic."

She lowered her head slightly, her voice tinged with trepidation.

“I know my master might not agree, but I want to try again.”

"Brother Ronan, please, please help me persuade the teacher!"

Vlame's words were full of sincerity.

The child's tone, tinged with a hint of coquetry, plunged Ronan into silence once more.

To be honest, Ronan hates trouble, especially when it comes to talking.

Asking him to persuade Celia now is asking the impossible.

Instead of wasting words trying to persuade her, it's more direct and effective to convince her with your strength.

Thinking of this, Ronan lowered his eyes slightly, a thoughtful look flashing in them, and did not answer Vlamé's words for the time being.

Vlamé knew that his demands were a bit too harsh.

Seeing that Ronan remained silent, she also gathered her thoughts and secretly thought that she would talk about it after they landed.

……

And so, as the group traveled swiftly, they soon returned to Frilian's village.