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

Claude hesitated for a moment, a helpless expression on his face, and replied:

"I'm sorry, sir, I've found nothing. The only thing I'm certain of is that he intends to stay here for a long time."

“My personal suggestion is to ignore him, since he hasn’t affected the ecological environment or urban order of Huangjin Township.”

"However, the more troublesome ones are the Primordial Yellow and the Sky Queen, whose identities are quite sensitive."

"The former would cause turmoil in human society, potentially drawing criticism from human empires, while the latter..."

Claude raised his head, glanced cautiously at Leon, and continued,

"Have the other demon lords found out about this?"

This is not only a concern for Claude, but also something that Leon is worried about.

Leon himself was not afraid of anything.

But what if the strongest demon lord, the Primal Red, Guy Crimson, found out?

He will inevitably convene a meeting to discuss how to deal with the human heroes.

Because, as far as we know, there has never been a precedent of a demon king yielding to his will.

Leon paused for a moment, then slowly replied:

"I've only informed Ramiris so far, and she shouldn't leak it out, because she also knows the importance of this matter."

"But being able to deceive for a time does not mean you can deceive forever."

"For the overall safety of Golden Country... Crowdo, go and tell Lord Ronan to instruct Frey not to show her face casually recently."

"Unless he has the confidence to fight against the other nine demon kings at the same time, once this matter is exposed, it will be a disaster."

Claude nodded respectfully and accepted Leon's order.

Without any further news, he quickly left the castle and headed towards the hero's residence.

However, when Crowdo arrived at the hero's residence, he suddenly discovered that Frey had already left to deal with Clayman.

This sudden turn of events startled Claude.

At that moment, Ronan was teaching the two how to play. He glanced at Crodo's hesitant expression out of the corner of his eye and immediately understood what was going on.

He gestured for Vlamé and Frilian, who were directly opposite him, to stop for the moment, then turned around, looked at Claude, and calmly asked:

"What do you need Frey for?"

Left with no other choice, Claude slowly recounted what Leon had told him.

Ronan didn't take it seriously.

If Leon could think of it, he could naturally think of it too.

He had already instructed Frey to reveal that he had found a new boss, but as for who that boss was, Kreman would have to guess.

In this way, he could both avoid delaying his own plans and put pressure on the other demon kings.

This pressure could make them suspicious of each other, and thus restrain each other. No one would have guessed that the person behind it all was actually on Leon's territory.

"..."

Claude fell silent. He looked at Ronan's relaxed and composed demeanor, feeling a little melancholy, but he didn't say anything.

He could only sigh inwardly, "No wonder he's the hero who defeated the master; even in the face of imminent disaster, he can still be so relaxed."

I had a vague feeling that things were spiraling out of control.

……

……

"Brother Ronan, what happened? What's wrong with Sister Frey?"

As soon as Claude's figure disappeared from sight, Vlame took small steps forward, his clear eyes filled with doubt.

Frillie stood to the side, her delicate face also filled with confusion.

Ronan noticed the look in their eyes and ruffled Vlame's hair:

"It's nothing, just a small thing. Let's keep playing."

Although Vlamé wanted to help Ronan, she knew she was too young and powerless to do much.

At this moment, she could only suppress her doubts and slowly nod, her voice as gentle as a breeze:

"Ah."

So the two of them picked up their rackets again and returned to their original positions.

Ronan then tossed the ball high into the air and began his lesson again.

Seria was hunting at the time and they couldn't gather together for the time being.

Therefore, Vlamé thoroughly enjoyed his time with Ronan and Frilian.

Chapter 89 89, Fulilian’s swimsuit

"boom!"

A crisp sound of the ball hitting the ground suddenly rang out in the air.

The white shuttlecock flew through the air at incredible speed, tracing a beautiful arc.

Frillie's gaze was fixed on the direction from which the badminton shuttlecock was flying. Because it was flying so fast, she had to use her mental acceleration to barely catch the hit.

Although she knew that using skills in the competition was cheating, she had never been exposed to the sport before, and her athletic ability was not very developed.

However, despite using skills, this highly competitive sport still made Frilian quite interested.

Whether she successfully catches the ball or misses it, it stirs up ripples in her otherwise calm mind.

During halftime, Frilian went to Ronan and asked him about the origin of her strange feelings.

In Frilian's view, badminton clearly belongs to another world.

Ronan knows a lot about that area and should be able to give me some answers.

"It's very simple, it's an emotion called the desire to win."

Ronan explained slowly and deliberately.

He looked at Frillie, whose face was slightly flushed and who hadn't fully recovered from the fatigue of exercise. She casually held her racket in one hand, her tone indifferent.

"Because you want to win, you don't want to lose. It's a very simple principle."

"I think you must have had a similar experience. For example, when you were learning magic, didn't you also want to master it no matter what?"

Frillie listened attentively to Ronan's explanation and gradually understood the reason behind it.

"A competitive spirit?"

She silently thought to herself that this was the first time she had ever realized that she possessed such emotions.

Sitting next to Ronan, Frillie picked up her water glass and took a sip.

A moment later, his gaze inadvertently swept over Volamey, who was slowly walking towards him not far away, before he slowly nodded:

"Is that so? I understand. Simply put, I want to catch all the balls, right?"

“That’s right,” Ronan replied.

This is actually a manifestation of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Humans are instinctively pursuing perfection, and even elves are no exception.

Just like Celia always wanted to learn all magic.

Frillie wiped the sweat from her forehead, subconsciously tightened her grip on the water glass in her hand, and looked thoughtful.

Just then, Vlamé walked up to them.

Vlame lowered his eyebrows, recalling his performance on the field just now, not even managing to catch a single ball, and his expression was inevitably somewhat disappointed.

She walked up to Ronan and asked with a hint of anticipation:

"Brother Ronan, are there any other exercises that are easier, simpler, and cooler?"

"This sport called badminton is way too difficult. Is it really possible for anyone to catch all the balls?"

Ronan raised his eyes:

"Yes, you find it difficult simply because you haven't grown up yet. There's no need to rush."

"I'm introducing you to these sports today just so you can learn them and pass the time in the future, so you won't be bored."

As he spoke, Ronan's gaze swept over the swimming pool not far away, and then he asked,

"Can you swim?"

"Swimming?" Vlamé frowned, asking with a hint of hesitation and curiosity.

"what is this?"

Because the river in her previous village was several kilometers away.

As a small child, she couldn't possibly run that far, so she had never been exposed to swimming.

At this moment, her curiosity was piqued.

"Is it fun, Ronan? If it is, let's go swimming!"

She was already quite impatient.

Frilian looked up at Vlamé, shook her head, and said:

"Swimming is no fun at all, but you're right, we do need to find some cooler activities."

She put down the cup in her hand. Although the sweat on her body had disappeared with the use of magic, she still felt somewhat uneasy for some reason.

Frillie lifted her collar to let in some fresh air, then looked at Ronan and asked,

"Is the pool over there usable? Do we need to change our clothes?"

"Should we call Celia?"

Ronan stood up and, seeing that both Frilian and Vlame wanted to swim, walked towards the pool, saying as he went:

"There's no need to call Celia. She prefers bathing to swimming, and besides, we don't even know where she is right now."