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

"Of course you need to change your clothes. We made a batch before, just in case you jump into the pool in plain clothes."

Frillie nodded; she vaguely remembered that Leon had quite a few tailors under his command.

After all, as a demon king, he couldn't possibly buy his clothes.

The three walked towards the pool, changed their clothes, and then Frillie stood by the pool, stretched, and did a simple warm-up.

Ronan gazed at her, and although he was somewhat prepared, he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

The blue, form-fitting outfit did nothing to accentuate her figure.

thump.

She immediately jumped into the water, enjoying the cool touch, a look of contentment on her face.

Seeing Frilian's actions, Vlamé wanted to imitate her and jump into the water as well.

However, just as she was about to jump, Ronan grabbed her.

"Wait, you probably can't swim, right? Put this on first."

As Ronan spoke, he used "Manifestation of Thoughts" to create a pink unicorn swimming ring.

He put the swimming ring on Vlame and, after confirming it was safe, signaled that she could go into the water.

Vlame looked at the unicorn with a strange expression on his face.

It's cute, but...

What is this?

She gently patted the swimming ring; it was very elastic and smooth to the touch, a material she had never seen before.

It's like soft clothing, and also a bit like smooth ice.

Ronan did not answer her question, but instead fell into thought.

He was thinking about whether he could try producing rubber.

Because if he remembers correctly, rubber has a wide range of applications in many industries.

In addition to that...

With his thoughts racing, Ronan entered the water. When Vlamé saw that Ronan did not answer him, he had no choice but to follow him down.

She pursed her lips, floated on the water, and moved slowly with the ripples.

Although the swimming ring protected her from the danger of drowning, Ronan knew that this was not a long-term solution.

So Ronan decided to take advantage of this time to teach Vlamé how to swim.

"Frilian, come and help too."

Ronan called out to Frilian.

Upon hearing the sound, Frilian slowly swam towards them.

At this moment, Frillie's hair was already wet and stuck to both sides of her face.

For some reason, she possessed a refreshing and elegant quality, like a lotus emerging from water.

Unfortunately, her chest barely rose and fell, making her look like a child, but she still agreed to these words in front of Vlamé.

Chapter 90, Successful Submission of Flesh, Primordial Yellow Resurrected

Vlame's learning to swim was not smooth. Like other children, she would occasionally choke on water and struggle in it.

But Ronan wasn't in a hurry.

For Ronan, he enjoys his current leisurely lifestyle more than the days when he was out and about.

Vlame is obedient, quiet, and well-behaved. Her diligent study always brings Ronan a lot of emotional value.

Who wouldn't like this kind of life?

As for Frillie, needless to say, unfortunately, leisurely and pleasant times always pass very quickly.

As evening fell, the afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the shimmering water, and golden rays shimmered into Ronan's view.

He looked up at the sky outside and knew that the time he had agreed to meet with the Primal Yellow was approaching, so he decisively got up and left the pool.

Vlamé, wearing a unicorn swimming ring, stayed in the middle of the pool.

She watched Ronan's departing figure, feeling both lingering fear and reluctance despite the experience.

Because the progress was obvious, she asked with reluctance:

"Brother Ronan, when is the next swimming lesson?"

Ronan turned around and looked at Vlamé's expectant eyes, indicating that they could talk about it when they had time.

However, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will have plenty of free time in the days that follow.

Because Celia helped him find and subdue the races.

Upon hearing this, Vlamay's eyes lit up with anticipation, and he nodded vigorously.

"Okay, I understand, Brother Ronan, you can go ahead and get back to work."

Now that we know the time, that's good. Although I really wanted to continue today's experience, Vlame knew that one shouldn't be too greedy.

Moreover, she didn't want to affect the adults' lives by satisfying her own desires.

Ronan listened to Vlamé's words, watched as she slowly swam ashore, and then glanced at Frilian, who had already reached the shore not far away, before turning away with a sense of relief.

At this moment, the Primordial Yellow was already waiting outside, and her body was visibly more ethereal.

If her transparency was 80% before, it's now only 10%, making her seem like a ghost, ready to disappear into thin air at any moment.

"Let's go."

Ronan approached the Primordial Yellow, uttered two words softly, and then used spatial teleportation to take her away from the Golden Land.

……

A few stars illuminated the desolate night sky.

Ronan hovered silently in the air, looking down at the scene of blood flowing like a river and corpses strewn across the ground, a slight look of bewilderment appearing in his eyes.

After a moment, he said with heartfelt emotion:

"As expected of a war in another world."

Unlike modern warfare, the people in this world lack technology and only know how to use magic and cold weapons, making their battles incredibly bloody.

On the battlefield, people were either burned to a crisp or cut into pieces, with blood flowing freely. The cruelty was comparable to that of a slaughterhouse.

It's no wonder that the negative emotions born from such a brutal war environment become the devil's favorite.

The Primal Yellow crossed his arms, gazing at the scene below, a playful smile playing on his lips:

"Everyone says demons are cruel, but I think these humans are far more cruel than us."

"Master, let's begin, I can't wait any longer."

The Primal Yellow was eager to try, and Ronan nodded slightly. Then he found a place to land and began to set up a magic circle.

Because the scale of this war was not very large, with only a little over 10,000 people on both sides combined, the generals sent were not very strong.

When Ronan was setting up the magic circle, the other party didn't notice a thing.

By the time the Eastern Empire realized what was happening, it was too late.

As the magic circle gradually brightened, the scattered souls were perfectly absorbed, and the flesh-receiving ritual ended.

The yellow ancestor, which had been dormant for thousands of years, has finally appeared on this land.

She slowly descended from the sky, her illusory body gradually solidifying.

She gazed at Ronan, then knelt on one knee, her voice respectful:

"The original yellow has met its master and requests a name from the master."

Ronan nodded. His memory had been enhanced due to the skill he acquired, and he was preparing to give it a name that fit the original Yellow character.

Suddenly, a sharp voice rang out:

Hey! Who are you?!

Their demonic aura leaked out, and a general from the Eastern Empire discovered them.

The Primal Yellow turned her head, a smile of interest playing on her lips. Then, a cold glint flashed in her eyes as she said:

“Master, let me handle this. There’s no need for you to dirty your hands dealing with these ants.”

After saying that, she turned around, opened one hand, and made a gesture of closing it from top to bottom.

As the palms closed, the space in front of them showed obvious signs of distortion, and a powerful force spread through the air.

The general's face contorted in pain, as if an invisible force was squeezing him, and his body began to groan in agony.

—Gravity collapse.

With a soft bang, the general vanished without a trace, leaving only a faint mist of blood drifting in the air.

"Humph."

The Primal Yellow laughed triumphantly. As a semi-spiritual life form, it was difficult to use this technique before, because it would accelerate the disappearance of magic essence.

But now it's different. With a physical body, even nuclear strike magic can be used easily.

Seeing this, Ronan frowned, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he turned and waved.

"Don't make decisions on your own. Let's let it go this time and go back."

"From now on, your name will be Carrera."

As far as I can remember, the inspiration for the name "Rimuru" came from the Porsche Carrera.

Wild and alluring.

Upon hearing this, Primordial Yellow... no, Carrera suddenly paused for a moment, then a joyful smile appeared on her face.

"Yes, as you wish!"

After she finished speaking, a layer of shimmering white light emanated from her body, and a cocoon formed from demonic essence enveloped her.