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

Where did these cakes come from?

When she learned that the cake was a manifestation of Ronan, she immediately understood:

"I see."

Since it comes from Ronan, that makes sense.

No wonder there were many ingredients she had never seen before.

"so…"

Frillie looked up again with curiosity, seemingly remembering her duty, and tentatively asked,

"Is my task to use the technology here to perfectly recreate this cake?"

“No.” Vlame shook his head, explaining earnestly.

“Ronan said that with the current technology in this world, it is impossible to recreate the original taste of the cake, and we don’t need to use the cake to increase our influence.”

"This is just something Brother Ronan gave us to try. Sister Frilian, what do you think of the taste?"

Will the teacher like it?

When Vlamé mentioned Seria, Frillien remained silent for a moment.

Do you like it? Maybe, she remembered that Celia should like sweets.

She held the cake, hesitated for a moment, and then answered:

"should."

After saying that, she put down the cake, looked at Vlamé, and asked if she had anything else to say.

She had to admit that she had grown to like it; the sweet taste still lingered in her mouth, leaving her wanting more.

After hesitating for a moment, Vlame told Frillie about continuing to swim the next day and extended a warm invitation.

She excitedly added that there would be a banquet the following night, where everyone could taste dishes from another world.

"Is another world... his homeland?"

A sense of curiosity arose in Frillie's heart; she had always wanted to know what Ronan's hometown was like.

Now, it seemed she finally had a chance to get to know him. She nodded gently, her eyes filled with anticipation.

"I understand. Please tell me the exact time, and I will arrive on time."

……

With a "click," the room returned to its usual silence as Vlame left.

Frillie ate her cake slowly, the use of her skill making her feel somewhat complicated.

After she finished eating the cake, she rubbed her stomach and thought to herself that the days ahead probably wouldn't be boring.

Ronan's tangible creations can endure for a long time; he could spend decades or even centuries simply experiencing them.

Which swimsuit should I wear tomorrow?

After a satisfying meal, in the quiet of the night, Frillie began to ponder what tomorrow would bring.

She glanced at the wardrobe not far away.

I've worn the blue swimsuit once before, and I didn't think anything of it when I first wore it.

Looking back now, it seems a bit tight, not very comfortable to wear, and difficult to take off. I guess I should change it...

I vaguely remember a nice white swimsuit.

A jumble of thoughts swirled in Frilian's mind.

Looking forward to a bright future, she picked up her books again and continued to learn about electricity.

……

At the same time, near the vast coastlines of the western countries, Hyuga Sakaguchi arrived early.

Since humans cannot fly for long periods of time and have not recorded spatial coordinates beforehand, the only way to reach the Golden Land across the sea is by boat or by riding a beast.

Under normal circumstances, riding a dragon is the best choice, as it is fast and convenient, and can traverse long distances in a short time.

Unfortunately, the airspace above the Western countries is a no-fly zone, and even though she is a hero, she has to abide by this rule.

Therefore, Hinata Sakaguchi is left with only the latter option.

She stood on the beach and whistled softly. A moment later, a huge creature slowly emerged from the deep sea.

Without hesitation, she leaped up and landed steadily on the creature's back, immediately directing it to swim towards the Golden Land.

Behind Hinata Sakaguchi, in the dim, lightless sky, there existed a barely perceptible area.

The scorching dragon Velglind was floating there silently.

Her gaze was fixed on Hinata Sakaguchi's departing figure, and a faint smile appeared on her usually calm face.

However, upon closer inspection, a hint of ruthlessness was hidden within that smile.

It took her an entire day to pinpoint the other person's exact location.

We'll soon find out whether or not Kunoa stole the King of Justice.

Chapter 99, Unique Skill "Shapeshifter"; Light-speed attack.

At dawn, the sun breaks through the darkness.

Ronan opened his relaxed eyes, walked to the window and looked at the fresh and pleasant scenery outside, marveling at what another beautiful day it was.

Behind him, the slime girl had already awakened.

After several days of learning, she has mastered most of the human movements and her speech has become much more fluent.

She was carrying a steaming cup of milk when she slowly walked to Ronan's side.

Ronan turned his head, his gaze lingering on the slime girl for a moment, before reaching out to take the milk and tilting his head back to drink it all in one gulp.

After putting down his cup, he seemed to remember something, frowned slightly, and asked:

"Come to think of it, I don't think I've given you a name yet? That's such an oversight."

Actually, I couldn't think of a suitable name.

In order not to hastily assign a name and affect its master, he simply used Wind Spirit Moon Shadow to modify its mana, forcibly promoting it to the Demon King species.

Later, due to trivial matters, I temporarily forgot about it.

The slime girl nodded, her pale blue body shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight, possessing a beauty reminiscent of liquid glass.

Her voice was broken and intermittent, yet full of sincerity:

"Yes, Master, but I am, after all, a slime. I am already overjoyed that you have given me life."

"A name is dispensable to me."

"That won't do. If you don't have a name, how am I supposed to address you?"

It was one thing that we couldn't have normal conversations before, but now that we have fully developed human thinking, it feels strange to still use race names.

He gazed at the other's transparent, jelly-like appearance, sunlight filtering through his body.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, and he nodded:

"Just call yourself Jelly. It's distinctive and easy to remember."

As soon as she finished speaking, a change occurred. Because of the name she was given, a faint glow emanated from the slime girl's body, and she began to evolve once again.

As the light gradually faded, her previously blurry facial features became clearer and more defined.

The inside of the body also became clearer and more transparent, like a piece of pure crystal.

At the same time, influenced by racial characteristics, the world's voices began to resound:

"Confirmed. Unique skill 'Shapeshifter'... successfully acquired."

Upon hearing the voice, Jelly paused for a second, then her eyes lit up with excitement, and she immediately told Ronan about it.

Ronan fell into deep thought after hearing this, and after a moment, he slowly spoke: "A shapeshifter? Not bad."

Just by hearing the name, you can tell the effectiveness of this unique skill.

It's possible to change into whatever one wants, even if it might not perfectly replicate the other person's personality.

“…Give it a try,” Ronan said with interest.

Next, the two conducted various tests on this ability.

The jelly keeps changing shape, from various animals to humans, and even characters with different art styles can be transformed into it.

Ronan carefully observed each change, and even though only a few minutes had passed, he had to admit that this ability was truly impressive.

Unfortunately, slimes have no gender; even if they become slime girls, it's just a form of mimicry.

Ronan shook his head, feeling a little regretful, but he quickly came to terms with it.

After all, the desire to transform is more about novelty.

Regardless, slimes are monsters; they can be admired from afar, played with, but not...

After the test, the two left the room and headed towards their destination.

……

The morning's itinerary was arranged yesterday.

Ronan arrived at the conference room and summoned the thirteen chieftains of the thirteen tribes together.

The conference room was crowded but unusually quiet, with everyone seated at their respective tables, presumably aware of the importance of the matter.

At the meeting, Ronan shared his thoughts from the previous day.

After a series of recommendations and discussions, the selection of the sages was quickly completed.

The following time was spent discussing matters related to the land.

Because goblins evolved to be able to adapt to any job, they were moved to a place closer to the center.

There, Ronan opened several factories—or rather, places that resembled factories.