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

The atmosphere was somewhat heavy, and she spoke softly:

"Then, Hero, you certainly won't stand idly by, right?"

"I sincerely and earnestly wish to join your ranks."

"Uncle Farrell, do you know he's a hero?"

Farrell was slightly taken aback; it was the first time he had ever heard of this.

If you knew why he was so worried, it's no wonder he claimed to have defeated Leon.

If it's a brave person, then everything makes sense.

He exhaled, admitting he didn't know, and then looked at Ronan, trying to glean some useful information from the other's expression.

In his mind, the traditional hero was significantly different from Ronan.

No hero in the world has ever taken a monster as his subordinate.

Even though these monsters are similar to demi-humans, they are still essentially non-human species.

Ronan noticed their gazes but didn't pay them any mind.

His gaze was calm, as if he were talking about something trivial:

"There's no need to look at me like that."

"I'm just doing what I want to do, and it has nothing to do with any so-called stance."

Because the world is different, the races in this world are no longer as black and white as those created by the goddess.

Given this, rather than adhering to a single stance, it would be better to take a relatively neutral, gray-area perspective.

As long as you firmly believe that everything you do is just, that's enough.

Upon hearing this, the two people opposite each other exchanged a glance and neither asked any further questions.

For a moment, the atmosphere fell into a delicate stalemate.

In the end, it was Farrell who broke the slightly awkward silence.

He then asked about the events involving the eldest princess and the queen from back then.

Frey's face darkened immediately upon hearing the words "Princess".

Unpleasant memories surged through her mind, and she gave a cold snort:

"Why bring her up now?"

"If she hadn't disappeared back then, I wouldn't have killed my mother."

"Uncle Farrell, as a male winged race, you probably can't understand how brutal the competition for the queen's succession is, can you?"

Seemingly harboring a lot of resentment, Frey slowly recounted what happened back then when Ronan was also present.

In short,

In the traditions of the winged race, each queen must kill her sister upon inheriting the throne to prove her strength and rightfulness.

The victor will inherit everything from the loser and become the Demon King.

Frey's older sister was born with a deficiency and lacked the abilities that a queen should have, so she was sent away by her mother at a young age.

Frey's departure deprived her of her only chance to become queen, since she had no other sisters.

The queen has a long lifespan, and if Frey doesn't want to die of old age, she can only try to kill her mother and become queen.

After listening to Frey's story, Ronan did not immediately express his opinion, but silently lamented to himself that feudal ideology was extremely harmful.

It's unbelievable that such a thing as patricide and succession could happen, and that it's even a custom.

Farrell sighed softly:

"I see."

He could understand why Frey wanted to kill them and the others to silence them; this matter should indeed not have been exposed to the public.

Rather than revealing the Queen's sins and proving their own innocence, it's better to continue blocking the news.

Thus, the queen remains the queen.

Farrell's pale eyebrows twitched slightly, his heart filled with mixed emotions, and he continued:

"This is really not your fault."

"If this is the rule from ancient times to the present, then the previous queen should have been able to foresee the scene of her death when she sent the eldest princess away."

"That's why she sent us all out too."

"What a pity... I wish I had known sooner."

If he had known sooner, he might have been able to persuade the Queen and Frey that there was no need for things to come to this point of life and death.

One stands in the spotlight, controlling the overall situation, while the other provides silent support behind the scenes. Throughout history, there have been many such examples.

As for becoming a demon king... the queen herself is a demon king.

Thousands of years is more than enough time to cultivate another Demon King species.

Farrell shared his opinion, and Frey listened with some impatience at first.

But as Farrell analyzed the situation more deeply from an observer's perspective, her initially confused expression gradually became clearer.

Ronan did not interfere with their conversation.

It's good that the conflict has been resolved; that was his original intention in bringing the two of them together.

After Farrell finished explaining his point of view, Frey finally understood her mistake and how foolish it was to kill one's own kind.

However, she did not regret it, but thought that she would end the matter herself.

Chapters 75 and 76: Encountering the Primordial Yellow

Eagle People tribe.

"Ah! You monster, someone save us!"

Desperate cries pierced the sky, accompanied by fear and death.

The once clean and tidy wooden platform has now been transformed into a living hell.

Crimson blood flowed freely, meandering down the cracks in the wooden planks, while scattered bones lay on the ground, gleaming with a chilling light.

Da da da…

The original yellow walked calmly, completely ignoring the sticky blood beneath its feet.

She slowly walked up to the last eagle-man, and looking at his terrified expression with wide, bloodshot eyes, a feeling of disdain welled up inside her.

"Rubbish."

She uttered two words dismissively, too lazy to say anything more to this dying eagle-man.

With his palm clenched, after absorbing the soul, Primordial Yellow rubbed his head, feeling that his soul injuries had recovered to about 70-80%.

She exhaled, realizing that the world truly had no problems; the only problems were that girl and the young woman.

Thankfully, I don't have to see them again.

otherwise……

She simply couldn't imagine what would happen to her in the end.

"That wretched long-eared tribe..."

With a silent complaint, Primordial Yellow turned and left the Eagle Clan tribe.

Thanks to the sacrifice of those demons, she, who had slumbered on this land for thousands of years, finally awoke briefly.

Although the awakening period is only three days or less, it is still much better than the barren world of the Demon Realm.

call…

A refreshing breeze blew in, instantly dispelling the surrounding stench of blood.

Looking at the lush trees in front of her, her mood became much more relaxed.

Bathed in sunlight, Primal Yellow clenched his fist, deciding to continue his fight.

Now that we know there's nothing wrong with this world, there's no need to waste any more time looking for Crimson.

She disliked that guy because demons are rivals, and besides, he had a name…

……

……

the other side.

Having cleared up their grievances, Farrell left the treehouse and slowly walked onto the platform.

He prepared to gather all the winged tribesmen and announce the important decision to submit the entire tribe.

However, at that moment, a young winged warrior came running from afar in a panic.

He looked anxious and reported important news, claiming that the Eagle People had been completely slaughtered, leaving no women or children behind.

Upon hearing the news, Farrell was initially taken aback, an expression of disbelief appearing on his face, before his eyes widened in astonishment:

"what?"

He felt he had misheard; the massacre was complete...

Although the Eagle People are not considered a powerful race, they are still in the category of mid- to high-level demons.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible to fight the winged race for decades or even centuries without a clear victor.

"Are you sure you didn't see wrong? This is no small matter!"

Farrell stared intently at the soldier, his eyes filled with worry.

Since he could wipe out the Eagle People, he could also wipe out the Winged People. The thought of such a killing god lurking in the forest made him uneasy.

However, remembering Ronan's presence, Farrell finally breathed a sigh of relief and continued:

“Zel, tell me everything you saw in detail.”