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

She felt everything go black before her eyes and then lost consciousness.

The mangled body was quickly obliterated, and the remaining fragments were sent flying far away by the impact of magic, their whereabouts unknown.

Celia didn't care about the blonde girl's whereabouts or life or death; for her, defeating her was enough.

Perhaps because of this thought, Celia stood quietly in place.

Then, a series of cold notification sounds slowly echoed in her mind:

"Confirmed. Unique skill 'Warrior'... successfully acquired."

The sudden sound startled Celia for a moment, then a joyful smile spread across her face.

As expected, it awakened.

It seems that not restraining one's temper is the right thing to do; only in this way can one awaken one's own skills.

Of course, she only behaved this way towards outsiders; she wouldn't do that to her own disciples.

Selene exhaled, turned around and walked to Vlame's side, took her hand, and walked towards the outside.

As she walked, she pondered, deciding to tell Ronan the good news after they had gathered.

He'll probably congratulate me.

Turning around, I glanced behind me; the magic circle was gradually disappearing.

Ok……

The next step is to help Frilian obtain it.

Look away.

We need to think of a good solution.

……

the other side.

The primordial yellow slowly awoke from the forest that had been leveled.

She opened her azure eyes and felt a sharp pain throughout her entire body.

It's likely that the regeneration process consumed a large amount of magical energy within her, which affected her soul as well.

She cursed under her breath, but what came out of her mouth was a painful groan.

But... it's good that he's not dead.

The Primordial Yellow struggled to its feet, shaking off the pebbles and dust.

She glanced in the direction where Celia had disappeared, her eyes filled with lingering fear.

I walked to a tree stump, slightly out of breath, and took a moment to calm myself down.

She then decided to capture some souls to heal her emotional wounds.

To demons, whether they are demi-humans or demons, as long as their souls contain "information fragments," a substance representing strength, they can be used as food to replenish their energy.

It's just a matter of quality.

Coincidentally, the direction she was thrown off corresponded exactly to the Eagle Clan tribe, and the outline imprinted by her magical perception was very clear.

So she set off without hesitation.

pat.

Her petite figure left a trail of clear footprints on the soft yellow earth, gradually disappearing into the distance.

Only when her figure disappeared at the end of the road did the timid monsters dare to cautiously approach.

……

On the other side, there is a winged tribe, inside a treehouse.

Frey sat obediently cross-legged.

Simply because.

She saw that the slime lying on Ronan's lap was also a demon king.

This discovery left her somewhat dumbfounded, because in her view, it was absolutely impossible.

Everyone knows how weak slimes are; they're even weaker than goblins.

If it is said that only one Goblin King appears once every ten thousand years among hundreds of billions of goblins.

Therefore, only once every 100,000 years, among trillions of slimes, is there a chance of a Slime King appearing.

The difference is that obvious.

But now…

A bizarre thought suddenly popped into Frey's mind: Could this human be able to mass-produce Demon Kings?

If that's the case, it could explain the current situation.

But... is that really possible?

A heaviness settled in her chest; she felt as if she had discovered a great secret.

However, she dared not say it aloud.

The pressure is overwhelming.

At this moment, Ronan gazed into Frey's eyes and slowly spoke, breaking the heavy atmosphere:

"There are no outsiders here anymore, Frey. Tell me about what happened back then."

Frey raised her head, glanced at Ronan, and then lowered her eyes again.

She glanced at Farrell out of the corner of her eye, and said in a low voice, resigned to her fate:

"There's nothing to say about what happened back then. I killed my mother, that's all."

"I know this can't be hidden from you, so I'd like to ask, if you knew this, how would you treat me?"

Frey paused for a moment, then looked up at Ronan again before stating her opinion.

"The fact that you didn't kill me after my previous open provocation means I still have some value, right?"

"Then, I am willing to serve you like a dog or a horse."

She lowered her head, her voice sincere and heartfelt.

Chapter 74, Section 75: Conflict Resolution

"..."

Ronan's dark eyes clearly reflected the image of Frey's submission.

He frowned slightly and remained silent for a moment.

I felt like things were moving a little too fast; from entering the room to saying those words, not even a minute had passed.

He was a demon king, after all; he hadn't even had a chance to swing his club yet.

He gazed silently at Frey and asked:

"Aren't you going to reconsider? This is no small matter."

Frey resolutely raised her head, her tone firm and decisive, without the slightest hesitation:

"There's nothing to think about. I've thought it through completely."

"The world of monsters has always been a world where the strong prey on the weak."

"Since you have chosen to protect these winged races, I naturally have no choice but to retreat."

"and……"

Her gaze slowly fell on the round slime in Ronan's arms, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

She sighed softly and continued.

"If this slime demon king is truly your creation, then there's nothing shameful about me pledging allegiance to you."

"Although I am the queen of the winged race, I am hardly a strong person."

Frey is only good at air combat; she's terribly weak at ground combat.

She believed that this slime demon king would surpass her soon, and by then it would be too late for her to submit.

Ronan nodded, finding Frey's reason somewhat plausible.

He almost forgot that the other party was not human and therefore would not be hypocritical or polite.

Therefore, he stated frankly:

"You are very frank, and I admire that. However, there is something I must tell you: I am a hero."

"For a Demon Lord to submit to a Hero... Frey, you should understand what that means."

As expected, the human kingdom will be shaken, after all, the names of the Ten Demon Kings are legendary.

Even if some demon lords are weak, they are still difficult for humans to defeat.

This resulted in each demon king's defeat being recorded in history.

Upon hearing this, Frey seemed to lose her voice and fell into a long silence.

It took her a while to come to her senses, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

At that moment, she had only one thought in her mind.

——It’s over.

He's a hero? Why didn't you say so earlier?

There has never been a precedent in the world for a demon king to yield to a hero, and she is about to become the first, and very likely the only, example in public.

Those demon kings will definitely not stand idly by.

At that time, I will definitely be swept into the dustbin of history.

Thinking of this, Frey stared straight at Ronan with a mournful gaze.