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

She loved Rudra; her brother's things were hers, and her things were Rudra's.

She would never allow the King of Justice to fall into the hands of outsiders.

So she bowed slightly, turned and took her leave.

Soon after, they prepared to use the power of the Empire to search the world for the wielder of the King of Justice.

Once found…

No mercy.

Chapter 79 80, hot spring, daily life

The rising steam from the hot spring spread out like a light veil.

Ronan leaned comfortably against the warm stone wall, slowly sipping a drink unique to Golden Country, thinking to himself that this was what life should be like.

Although the wooden wall, which I don't know where it came from, blocks the view on the other side, it's at least right across from me, within reach.

Upon closer reflection, apart from Shizue Izawa, the other people lived in eras far removed from Japan.

Asking them to suddenly accept customs spanning hundreds of years would be difficult for anyone to adapt to.

"We still need to work harder..."

Ronan squinted, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He felt that time could change everything; after all, the past was the past, and the present is the present.

Things that were considered immoral in the past might not even be considered borderline now.

While pondering.

A soft "plop" broke the tranquility of the hot spring.

Not far away, near the wooden wall, a phantom figure slowly appeared.

The figure was barefoot, gently stepping on the water's edge, splashing a few drops of water.

Judging from the silhouette and height, it should be Shizue Izawa.

Ronan raised his eyes, his gaze passing through the misty haze, a hint of doubt in his mind.

What is she doing here?

It is worth mentioning that the hot spring is a perfect oval shape, with a wooden wall standing in the middle of it, and there are no other obstructions.

Therefore, as long as someone comes ashore from the water, they can clearly see the scene on the other side.

Conversely, it is also easy to walk from one side to the other.

As the figure drew closer, Ronan slowly put down the cup in his hand.

The fog ahead seemed to gradually dissipate as the figure approached.

Shizue Izawa, draped in a snow-white towel, slowly walked out.

Seeing this, Ronan frowned and asked:

"What's up?"

Shizue Izawa nodded quietly, her gaze sincere and earnest.

"My Lord, you must be very tired after a long day. Let me scrub your back."

“I know I’m not very useful in many things, so I want to help you in any way I can.”

She accomplished nothing else today; even encountering the slime ended in failure.

If it weren't for Sister Frillian's advice back then, I'm afraid I would have truly become a forgotten, marginalized figure.

This is definitely not the life she wants.

"..." After hearing this, Ronan remained silent for a moment.

Back rub?

Is this the proper procedure for soaking in a hot spring? It seems so.

But I vaguely remember it being between men?

He frowned slightly, pondered for a few seconds, and then came to the conclusion of "never mind".

Regardless of the customs in Japan, just treat it as a normal bath and don't overthink it.

With a splash, Shizue Izawa stepped into the water and approached Ronan.

Upon contact, a soft rubbing sound will be heard.

At that moment, Ronan suddenly remembered something important.

He turned his head and asked:

"By the way, Jingjiang, you said you were fleeing with your mother when you were summoned here, so where is your father?"

Upon hearing Ronan's words, Shizue Izawa, who was rubbing her back, suddenly stopped, and the towel in her hand froze in mid-air.

However, she quickly regained her composure, forcing a smile, but her eyes unconsciously lowered.

“I don’t know. All I want to do right now is live with you, sir. I hate my father.”

"Several years ago, my father was forced to go to war, and there was no news of him until the day I was summoned..."

"He must have passed away, otherwise he wouldn't have gone for years without replying to letters."

“My mother also dislikes him.”

Ronan could hear the deep resentment and disappointment in her words, and he understood what she meant by "passing away".

A few years before 1945…

Although I really want to say "good riddance," given the current atmosphere... there's no need to invite trouble.

Ronan nodded and said:

"A father like that is not worth remembering."

"If you don't want to go back, then don't. Just be yourself and live your life well now, that's enough."

As he spoke, he casually took out another drink from the space beside him and started drinking it by himself.

He didn't say anything like that he considered them family.

It was one thing not knowing the situation before, but now that I know her father died in that kind of war, it's hard not to feel disgusted.

Just treat him as a follower.

Furthermore, if the timeline there is 1945, then people like Izawa Shizue's father will definitely appear again in the future.

The thought that death might actually be reincarnation, allowing him to lord it over others, left Ronan with some uneasy thoughts.

Let's find an opportunity to investigate sometime, using Leon's power.

The King of Justice was born for this purpose.

With that thought in mind, Ronan finished his drink in a few gulps, leaving clear fingerprints on the cup.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of the hot spring.

Vlamé was half-submerged in the water, gurgling bubbles as he looked at the wooden wall with a somewhat melancholy expression.

She really couldn't understand why Izawa Shizue didn't feel any aversion or shyness about entering the men's bath.

I have to admit that I was utterly defeated in this matter.

Vlamé sighed softly, turned to look at Seria not far away, and asked:

"Master, are our ideas really that backward?"

"Why do Ronan and that girl named Izawa Shizue seem so used to this?"

"This is so strange."

Celia was resting with her eyes closed; she was a little tired from today's battle.

Upon hearing Vlame's question, she slowly opened her eyes, glanced at him briefly, and calmly replied:

"There's nothing strange about it; our society is more than a thousand years behind theirs."

"Looking at things from a thousand years in the future with our current perspective, there are some things we simply cannot understand."

"However, at the time, it was a common occurrence."

Try to get used to it.

Although Fulame still found it hard to accept, since her master had said so, she had no other choice but to accept it as it was.

She blew out two more bubbles, and the air fell into a brief silence.

But just then, Vlamé's gaze swept over Frilian, who was playing with hot spring petals not far away, and he seemed to have suddenly realized something.

The competition was already fierce, and now there's another contender, Shizue Izawa, who's even beaten us to it...

Thinking of this, her gaze suddenly hardened.

Then, she stood up abruptly, quickly wrapped a towel around her neck, and walked towards the other side of the wooden wall without a second thought.

Celia watched all of this quietly without saying a word to stop it.

She could only sigh inwardly, thinking that they were indeed children, too easily swayed by emotions.

Fortunately, both she and Frilian were relatively rational elves.

Otherwise, she couldn't imagine herself acting impulsively.

I exhaled, and many of the complex emotions in my heart disappeared.

She closed her eyes again, crossed her arms, leaned against the corner of the wall, and quietly enjoyed the tranquility of the hot spring.

Chapter 80, Episode 81: The Hero's Egg, Awakening the Hero

"Ramillies, it's been a long time."