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

Solitaire descended from the sky, and the moment her feet touched the ground, she was still somewhat incredulous.

Because, surprisingly, the hero did not kill Alvis after her death.

Does he have any other value?

She couldn't understand it, but she was filled with relief.

I'll live one day at a time, since I've been bound by a vow spell that no one can harm me.

Thinking about it carefully, this might be one of the reasons why I was able to survive.

The hero may have to test the duration of the oath magic himself, or even find its loopholes.

With a silent sigh, Solitaire was settled by Ronan in a corner of the village.

Just in case, Ronan cast a tracking spell on her.

Just as Solitaire thought, keeping her alive was indeed for the sake of future improvements and creations in magic.

The value of a dead demon and a living, obedient demon is vastly different.

Although Celia didn't understand Ronan's actions, since he was a hero, she let him be.

With the collaboration over, all she wanted was to take Volamey back to her residence.

Therefore, Vlamé sought out Ronan again.

Then--

"what?"

A flicker of surprise crossed Celia's eyes. She widened her eyes slightly, her gaze filled with disbelief, wondering if she had misheard.

Otherwise, how could we have heard such an absurd request?

With a cold expression, she retorted:

"Are you serious? Ronan? That child wants me to teach her with you?"

"Are you kidding me? Who do you think I am, Celia?"

"I have never heard of a disciple having two masters."

Ronan had never heard of such a principle before, but this was, after all, another world.

Moreover, according to Vlame, it was merely a request for instruction, not a formal apprenticeship.

So I let her be.

After a brief explanation, Celia's mood improved slightly, but she was still very unhappy.

It was as if to say that Celia wasn't good enough and needed extra tutoring to improve her grades.

Taking a deep breath, Celia's eyes sharpened, and her face showed a resolute expression, as if she had made up her mind.

"You've already fought one match!" she said coldly.

Only after truly losing once can she convince herself; otherwise, she'll never be able to overcome this hurdle in her life.

Ronan nodded; this was exactly what he had been hoping for.

No matter what Celia thinks, nothing is as real as a fist.

The atmosphere grew increasingly tense as the words fell silent.

……

At the same time, in a church near the northern continent, the goddess slowly emerged from the statue.

Through her connection to the Hero's Sword, she learned the hero's approximate location.

then.

Splash!

Slowly retracting her outstretched angelic wings, the goddess took a step and entered the void.

In the blink of an eye, she had traversed thousands of kilometers and arrived near the Sword of the Warrior.

At this moment, she could faintly sense the burst of magical energy coming from not far away.

The goddess pondered for a moment, suppressed her divine power, and concealed the wings on her back before slowly walking towards that place.

Chapters 52 and 53: The Goddess Appears, Time Stands Still

On an open field a few kilometers away, the battle situation was one-sided.

Even the strongest magic that Celia possessed, capable of destroying a small town with a single strike, was like a tickle to Ronan.

boom.

He reached out and made a grasping motion, and the magic vanished in an instant; Ronan remained calm.

He appeared beside Celie in an instant and knocked her to the ground with a single blow.

Because a mage's physical resistance is almost zero,

Ronan looked down at her, her magic almost completely depleted, and replied:

"How about that? Is that enough? The difference in strength is quite obvious now."

"There's no need to be so angry, really, I was just asking for advice."

"Why argue with a child?"

She only cared because the child was a child, because children speak without restraint.

Vlamé felt that he was not as good as Ronan, which made Celia very resentful.

Even if they have the ability, they can't even match the personal charisma...

Even the truth is hurtful, and we must fight to see who is right.

Take a deep breath, try to control your emotions, and don't let any strange expression show on your face.

She got up from the ground, brushing off the dust as she changed the subject, staring at Ronan and asking in a low voice:

What exactly is going on with your physical body?

"Why are you able to withstand my full-force attack without getting hurt?"

"Is this also bestowed upon you by the Sword of the Warrior?"

In her view, all of Ronan's illogical behavior could only be interpreted as a sign of a goddess.

After all, it seems reasonable that a goddess, possessing the power of creation, would grant humanity an indestructible body.

However, coincidentally, the goddess was nearby.

Hearing Celia's question, her gaze swept over the Hero's Sword on Ronan's body, and her delicate eyebrows lifted slightly.

How come she didn't know that the Sword of the Warrior had this ability?

If she remembered correctly, when she created the Hero's Sword, the most she added to the conditions for drawing it was "the strongest person in the world".

In other words, it's not that every hero can draw the Hero's Sword, but rather that the Hero's Sword can only be drawn by the hero who saves the world.

Because that hero was the strongest besides himself.

"..."

Thinking of this, the goddess's interest was gradually piqued, and she temporarily gave up on showing herself.

Because she also wanted to see what kind of answer the hero would give.

As she observed, her pale golden pupils flickered slightly, and the magic of fate was quietly activated.

In an instant, everything that had happened to Celia flashed clearly back in her eyes.

In just a moment, Celia lost all her secrets.

"The strongest of the elves..."

"Two thousand years old...that makes perfect sense."

"However, this hero..."

The goddess's gaze fell upon Ronan, and in her pupils, time seemed to rewind to several weeks prior, only to plunge into darkness.

Clearly, the magic of fate has been interfered with.

Who exactly is he?

The goddess murmured to herself; as a goddess, this was the first time she had encountered such a situation.

How could a human possibly interfere with their own destiny or magic? Not even a hero could.

Because the hero was merely a product she created casually.

Just as the goddess was filled with doubt, Ronan spoke up.

"Who knows? Just think it is."

Ronan didn't explain much, because the strong don't need to say much.

This seemingly perfunctory answer, however, had a completely different meaning when it reached the ears of Celia and the goddess.

Celia took this as Ronan's tacit agreement.

He's incredibly humble; despite being unparalleled in the world, he's never boasted about it.

If it weren't for what happened today, who knows when we would have discovered it; before, we were just strong.

But the goddess didn't think so.

"The hero is lying... Why? This isn't the power of the hero's sword at all."

"Or did I actually use this ability, but forgot about it after waking up?"

The goddess was filled with doubt. She gently shook her head. How could she forget something that concerned the power of faith?

She concluded that this hero was definitely hiding a secret, and a secret as big as her own.

Just as Celia was about to express her feelings and admit defeat, the goddess stepped forward and stood between the two of them.

Her gaze was calm as she looked directly at Ronan, but she didn't say a word.