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

Ronan felt that a lot of his magic energy had been drawn out, but he didn't care at all.

Seeing that the Primal Yellow was about to emerge from its cocoon, he waved his hand and took it with him, leaving the battlefield directly through the portal.

……

One day later.

"Bastard!"

Within the Eastern Empire, an officer ranked in the "sequence" learned that a third-party force had intervened in the war, and his expression instantly turned extremely angry.

The so-called "ranking" is an important ranking for measuring strength within the Eastern Empire.

Once one ascends to a position, it means that one must become a very important and influential figure.

Although it may be insignificant compared to those experts in the "single digits," it is a threshold that ordinary people can never reach in their entire lives.

The marshal specifically entrusted him with this task, but unexpectedly, he has messed it up.

"Who exactly is it?"

Bruce was still reeling. He squinted as he reviewed the war situation, but he couldn't figure out who had the audacity to do so.

In addition, a general went missing. Only bloodstains were found at the scene, indicating that he was dead. What killed him is unknown.

The thought of having to report the battle situation to the marshal soon made Bruce grit his teeth, his anxiety growing.

In the end, he made a tough decision and decided to push it onto the Demon King.

Any demon king will do, as long as I can shift the blame and get myself out of this troublesome situation.

Chapter 91, Situation Escalates, the Empire's New Target: Murderous Intent Against Kunoa

By the time the marshal learned of the chaos on the battlefield, half an hour had already passed.

As Rudra's confidant and holding the position of marshal, the scorching dragon Velglind initially did not take the matter to heart.

However, considering that the dignity of the Eastern Empire cannot be violated.

Furthermore, Bruce claims that all of this was the work of the Demon King…

She narrowed her eyes slightly and asked in a low voice:

"Which demon king has such audacity?"

Like Bruce, she was also pondering in her heart, but she really couldn't think of any demon king who would be so bold.

Even her seemingly reckless and straightforward niece, Milim Nava, one of the oldest demon lords and the tyrant of destruction, is actually a very thoughtful person.

Bruce lowered his head, not daring to look the marshal in the eye.

At this moment, because the marshal was standing behind a thick curtain and could not see his true appearance, he felt a sudden panic inexplicably.

He answered with difficulty:

"Your subordinate... truly does not know."

"However, I believe it should be those who have had grudges against the Empire in the past."

"Like Demon King Clayman, Demon King Valentine, and others."

He knew in his heart that he couldn't speak too absolutely.

If you frame someone, only to find out later that the other party didn't take any action at all on the night of the incident, you'll be in big trouble.

Upon hearing Bruce's reply, Veruglind fell silent.

A moment later, she suddenly laughed.

Valentine is out of the question.

Despite being known as the Blood Overlord, he is actually a pawn. Behind him stands the Night Demon Queen, the de facto ruler of the Holy Royal Kingdom.

While it would be difficult for the Holy Holy Empire to contend with the Eastern Empire, it was not without hope.

But what is Clayman? A mere puppet kingdom, easily wiped out by any one of her "single-digit" subordinates.

Keeping him around is merely to demonstrate the Eastern Empire's benevolence, while also serving as a check on other nations.

Now it's actually...

He snorted coldly.

"Continue to investigate thoroughly, and don't rely solely on your own guesses."

"To put it mildly, this is retaliation against the empire; to put it more bluntly, it is an open declaration of war against the empire."

"This time it was a second lieutenant who got into trouble; next time it might be a first lieutenant."

"Bruce, as a captain, you must not let His Majesty down."

These words struck Bruce like a hammer blow, and he quickly nodded in agreement.

"Hmm." Behind the curtain, Veruglind nodded in satisfaction.

After giving her instructions, she gently lifted the hem of her dress and left the room with brisk steps.

In her view, a defeat on one battlefield is nothing; as long as victory is ultimately achieved, everything from the past can be forgiven.

At this moment, she had a new goal in mind: to investigate the matter of the hero.

It wasn't just for the King of Justice; Valentine, whom she had just mentioned, also held a special place in her heart.

Rumors circulate that the Night Demon Queen, who stands behind Valentine, is acquainted with the strongest hero, Kunoa.

Although the veracity of this news cannot be confirmed, it is still an important clue.

If this matter is indeed related to the Night Demon Queen, then it will inevitably involve Kunoa.

At the same time, because of her actions, she may have become the King of Justice.

Thinking of this, Veruglind narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold glint flashing in them.

Snapped--!

She slammed shut the folding fan she always carried with her.

Stop walking.

"If it were her, everything would make sense."

"The strongest hero... Hmph, he's just a lucky guy who obtained the ultimate skill by chance."

Veruglind held this so-called title in utter contempt.

In her eyes, there is only one strongest hero.

She's not like her foolish younger brother.

Recalling the sealing of the Storm Dragon, and fueled by both old and new grudges, Verglind's eyes hardened as he secretly made up his mind:

"I will kill you if you truly are the one who has obtained the title of King of Justice."

With that thought in mind, she used spatial magic to return to the empire and began a full-scale investigation to verify her suspicions.

……

At the same time, while Veruglind was busy with his investigation...

The hero, influenced by Laplace the Clown, has arrived at the designated location.

Here, she successfully rescued a group of children who were about to be sold into slavery and weapons of war.

The children were very innocent, and Hinata Sakaguchi was quite happy to see them, because she seemed to see her former self in them.

However, the classified information that followed instantly shattered all her positive emotions.

The intelligence clearly indicates that these children have an intricate connection with the Demon King Leon.

They were the failed products of Leon's summoning experiments.

Hinata Sakaguchi frowned, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Chloe once said that Leon was an honest and kind person.

He might implicate others for his own selfish desires, but those he implicated were properly taken care of.

She had investigated it herself before, and it was indeed true; those children had been sent to the Magic Dynasty by Leon.

But the intelligence she was presented with left her deeply perplexed.

"Was someone deliberately framing us? Or..."

Hinata Sakaguchi was somewhat undecided, but she quickly remembered her original purpose, and her eyes gradually hardened.

Regardless of the truth of the matter, she must confront the Demon King Leon head-on and rescue Miss Jing.

With a sigh of relief, she first used spatial teleportation to safely send the children back to the Holy Kingdom of the Holy Kingdom.

Only after seeing the priests take care of the children and arrange accommodations for them did she finally feel relieved and turn to leave.

……

The Sorcerer Dynasty, with its capital "Armin Salion," is a beautiful city surrounded by a sacred tree.

The Demon King Leon was leisurely drinking tea with the Queen of this country, Amecia Elru Salion, in a beautifully decorated pavilion.

Flowers bloom all around the pavilion, and a gentle breeze carries their fragrance.

Queen Amecia is an elegant and beautiful wind spirit.

She had long, flowing hair like a silver waterfall and skin as white and delicate as snow.

At that moment, she raised her bright eyes, looked at Leon, a hint of nostalgia flashing in them, and whispered:

"Long time no see, Leon. Two hundred years have passed, and I didn't expect you to still be alive and well. How does it feel to become a demon?"

"By the way, have you found your sister yet?"

Leon slowly picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and said in a tone that revealed an undisguised melancholy:

"No, I'm almost ready to give up. I've been searching for two hundred years, and sometimes I really doubt whether Chloe still exists in this world."

“Last time… never mind, let’s not talk about that. I’m here this time to take back what I left here back then.”

"How is Master doing?"