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

"You might not find a suitable opponent in this world, but perhaps the world over there can satisfy you."

Because different cultures and even different times of development in the world are different.

Therefore, Ronan is not opposed to intervening in other worlds.

Besides, since I'm the one who will change the future, I naturally want to do my part, so I'll just treat it as a trip.

Chapters 57 and 58, Jealousy and the Epilogue, The Next World (The End, it's Tuesday, please continue reading!)

Upon hearing this, Celia immediately became interested. She stopped in her tracks, a glint of light flashing in her eyes:

"Really?"

It wasn't that she didn't believe it, it's just that everything happened too fast; what she thought would be several years suddenly became half a month...

Ronan nodded: "Of course it's true."

He probably knew why the goddess acted so decisively.

It's simply a fear of getting too caught up in a romantic relationship.

Having received a definite answer, Celia could no longer contain her excitement.

She immediately rushed out of the kitchen to pack her bags.

Just then, Vlamé slowly woke up.

She pushed open the door and stood at the top of the stairs on the second floor, rubbing her sleepy eyes, her gaze still somewhat unfocused.

Seeing the excited look on the master's face on the first floor, and smelling the fragrance in the air.

She couldn't help but wonder if the two of them had secretly eaten something.

Going downstairs to Ronan, Vlamé tugged at his clothes, swaying unsteadily, muttering in a half-dreaming state:

"Brother, I want some too..."

"You gave it to Master, but not to me. You're being unfair..."

Her voice was very soft, and at first glance it didn't sound particularly special.

However, upon closer listening, one can detect a hint of childish jealousy, like candy being divided up, with some being favored over others.

"This child..."

Ronan chuckled to himself. They weren't even out of bed yet, so where did this talk of favoritism come from?

He reached out and picked up Vlame, preparing to take her to wash up.

Standing in front of the bronze mirror, Vlamé felt the warm towel wiping his cheeks and finally came to his senses.

She pursed her thin lips, remaining silent as she stared at herself in the mirror, letting Ronan clean her up.

After washing up and having her hair carefully tied up by Ronan, Vlamé asked softly:

"Brother, do you and Master have a very good relationship?"

"Why do I always share everything with her first?"

This has always been a source of confusion for her, and it's also what she dislikes the most.

I always feel like my love has been taken away.

Ronan smiled, reached out and ruffled her hair, teasingly saying:

"What's wrong? Are you jealous?"

Although Vlame didn't quite understand the exact meaning of the word "jealousy," her intuition told her that it wasn't a positive term.

She immediately pouted, like a little hedgehog with its feathers standing on end, and retorted:

"No, no, I just want to be treated equally."

"Sister Frilian may not care, because she is an elf, but I am human."

"Humans should live together with other humans, Ronan, what do you think?"

These words surprised Ronan.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly realized that Vlamé possessed a maturity beyond his years.

But he didn't give an answer immediately; he just shook his head.

"Perhaps, but elves and humans are essentially no different, except that elves live longer."

"That's all?" Upon hearing this, Vlame immediately wanted to refute it, in her opinion, it was simply blatant lying.

But just as she was about to speak, Ronan picked her up again.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Come with me. I understand what you mean."

Ronan, carrying Volamey, got off the chair and went into the living room.

He looked at the iron cage outside the door where wild animals were kept, preparing to process the second ingredient.

Vlame remained silent, knowing full well that Ronan was just giving her the runaround again.

I wish I could grow up quickly.

He sighed helplessly.

As time went on, a plate of honey-glazed chicken wings, with its perfect color, aroma, and taste, was served to Volamei.

The moment she saw the chicken wings, she instantly understood where the previous aroma had come from, and her gloomy mood vanished.

She picked up her knife and fork, and even though her movements were a little clumsy, she still ate with relish, occasionally forking up some vegetables and putting them in her mouth.

Before long, Frillie was also awakened from her sleep by the alluring fragrance.

After washing up and having lunch, Ronan told her about his trip to the other world in front of everyone.

……

"That's right, the four of us going together shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Soon after, Ronan stood before the goddess and recounted everything that had happened.

The goddess looked at the three people behind Ronan with a complicated expression, her emotions unable to calm down for a long time.

Travel? That's hilarious! It's about saving the world, saving humanity.

What does "dragging the whole family along" mean?

Taking a deep breath, the goddess earnestly advised:

"Brave warrior, I must remind you that the world over there is not the paradise you imagine."

"Because the rules of the world are different, there are countless strong people there whose strength is comparable to mine. If you are not careful, you may lose your life."

Even so, are you still going to do it?

Knowing the goddess's hidden meaning, Ronan pondered for a moment, recalling a question he had considered before.

He personally doesn't like being a nanny, since it affects his decision-making and makes him feel restricted, resulting in wasted opportunities.

Therefore, for this reason, Ronan modified the attributes of the characters.

So much so that even without their care, no one could harm them.

Look directly at the goddess:

"Don't worry, they won't be a burden."

"..." The goddess was about to ask Ronan where his confidence came from.

However, in that instant, she discovered a major anomaly and quickly used magic to investigate.

Then, the more I looked, the more alarmed I became.

"you…"

She stared intently at Ronan, her expression becoming extremely serious.

After a long while, as if he had come to a realization, he exhaled as if accepting his fate and said with relief:

"I see. You are indeed the same kind of being as me. If that's the case, then there's no problem at all."

"Let's get started now."

Having said that, the goddess used her authority to pry open a passage to another world.

As the goddess of magic and life, her magical authority stems from boundless imagination.

In God's understanding, anything is possible, which is one of the reasons why she was able to send Ronan to other worlds.

The passage slowly opened, and to reassure Ronan, the goddess added a few more words:

"For this mission, I will send my divine avatar to accompany you."

"Although I know that with your abilities you may not need her assistance, you will be unable to return without her."

"Regarding this clone, I have sealed her within your sacred text. You only need to sense her with your heart to summon her."

Ronan nodded, took out the Bible and carefully sensed it, discovering that there was indeed something sleeping inside.

The goddess really does things with perfect foresight.

That's good, this way he can explore without any worries.

"Let's go."

Gathering his thoughts, Ronan walked forward.

The goddess felt a little relieved after the four figures gradually disappeared into the passage.

He placed his hands on his chest.

I hope everything goes well.

If creating species hadn't been so taxing on her divine power, she wouldn't have come up with this unconventional, open-source approach.

Perhaps, in the future, this opportunity can be used to perfect one's divine authority.

The appearance of a brave person is both a risk and an opportunity.