Frilian: Starting by inheriting the title of the Southern Hero

Chapter 43 Seria's Guard Squad

The sunlight made my eyelids feel hot.

Lynn rolled over, clutching the blanket, and placed the back of her hand on her forehead to block out the blinding light.

The bed smelled so warm and cozy that I didn't want to move.

"Is the morning sun really that harsh?"

He propped himself up on the bed, scratched his messy hair, and turned to look out the window.

But then we saw that the sun had already climbed to the zenith.

"Ha...heh."

She yawned deeply, and two tears, unrelated to her emotions, squeezed out from the corners of her eyes.

The last time I felt this way, waking up naturally, was probably back when I was in school in my original world.

Back then, I was carefree; now, I've finally shed a heavy burden.

Lynn threw off the covers, got out of bed, quickly washed up, and pushed open the bedroom door.

At the doorway, Laofen pouted and said, "I didn't expect you, Lynn, to be a sleepyhead."

"There's no way around it, the bed is really warm."

Lynn smiled sheepishly, "Let's go have breakfast."

"It's lunchtime now."

Laofen pointed to the bright sun outside the window.

"Then let's have brunch together."

Lynn made a "let's go" gesture, closed the door, and walked towards the stairwell.

Walking down the street, Raofen suddenly asked, "Lynn, was that old woman from yesterday really Allie?"

Upon hearing this, Lynn paused, his gaze somewhat unfocused.

The image of the purple-haired girl uncontrollably surfaced in my mind, but this image was neither the Ellie I first met nor the elderly Ellie. Instead, it was a figure wielding two swords, standing in front of a group of monsters.

She then smiled and said, "That's right, it is indeed the hero, Ellie."

The sun was shining brightly, and everyone on the pedestrians' faces was smiling.

That heavy past has finally been left in yesterday.

Allie spent her life paving the way for him.

The hero of the South used his foresight to show him the way.

Next, it's time for you to take the plunge yourself.

"Thinking about it carefully, I really am an extremely lucky person."

Lynn said from the bottom of her heart.

Just then, Raofen pointed ahead, "It's Frilian and the others."

Lynn immediately looked over and saw four familiar figures walking towards the intersection ahead.

Three of them were undoubtedly Frilian, Philon, and Shutark, while the listless man next to them, tossing a coin with his right hand, was Zain.

This was the first time Lynn had ever seen Zain in this world.

Meanwhile, Frilian and her group also noticed Lynn and Laoffen.

"Hey, good morning."

The elf spoke in a flat tone, as if he had just woken up.

"morning."

Lynn stopped a few steps away, his gaze sweeping over the group before finally settling on Frillie. "Where are you headed?"

"Go to the State Guesthouse."

Frillie said.

"It's come to this point already."

Lynn stroked his chin, thinking that Celia should be at the state guesthouse at this time, since tonight was the last day of National Day and also the day of the ball.

"Take me with you," Lynn said.

Frillie blinked. "We're not here to play around. You're an outsider; there's no need for you to get involved in such a dangerous situation."

"Take me with you."

The night of the ball was the main stage for Seria's assassination plan. At such a moment that concerned the survival of magicians, Lynn did not want to stand idly by. "I am indebted to magic, and I should do my part."

"Whatever you want."

Frillie sighed and continued on her way.

The group walked through the bustling main road.

The state guesthouse in the capital is located outside the palace. It is a typical imperial-style building with tall stone pillars supporting the dome, which is quite impressive.

The corridor was long and covered with a thick red carpet.

"arrive."

Frillie stopped in front of a carved door.

The elf reached out and pushed open the door. With a soft creak, the scene inside was revealed to everyone.

The room was large, but not luxurious.

A dark red velvet sofa sits in front of the floor-to-ceiling window directly opposite the door.

A petite figure was sitting cross-legged on it.

Her long, golden hair was casually draped over her shoulders, her bare feet were on the edge of the sofa, and she rested her chin on one hand, looking utterly bored.

Celia.

She was surrounded by first-level mages.

Closest to Celie was a girl with long, flowing hair that almost touched the ground, who was staring blankly at the doorway.

It was indeed Zanze.

Sitting on a chair in the corner was a woman with a playful look in her eyes and a wicked smile; she was undoubtedly Yubel.

Next to Yubel was a bespectacled man who seemed oblivious to the people who had entered.

Lanto.

At this moment, Falsh, wearing small glasses, was looking down and organizing documents.

This lineup is certainly impressive.

Frillie walked in and said in a familiar tone, "Long time no see, Celia."

"Slow down."

Seria casually raised her head from the sofa, said impatiently, and quickly turned her gaze to Lynn behind her.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

"Isn't this the same liar who tries to pull a fast one on me? How dare he show his face in front of me? He's got some nerve."

Celia laughed coldly.

"It is truly an honor to be remembered by Lady Celie."

Lynn bowed slightly, performing a standard aristocratic curtsy.

"Speaking of which, that troublesome magical aura on you has disappeared."

Celia changed her posture, resting her chin on one hand, a hint of interest in her eyes.

"Lady Celie, that troublesome magic you mentioned is actually my favorite kind of magic right now."

Lynn straightened up, her smile unchanged. "In my opinion, this is a very gentle magic."

"Only a fragile human being like you would say such a thing."

Celia disagreed.

"Yes, it's vulnerability."

Lynn did not deny it, "But humans are inherently fragile creatures. They get hurt, bleed, and suffer from the loss of loved ones. This is all perfectly normal."

It is precisely because of its fragility that it needs this kind of gentleness to support it.

If even this gentleness is denied, then magic is truly reduced to nothing but slaughter.

I don't hate killing, but I prefer power with compassion.

"Heh, boring."

Celia suddenly laughed and said casually, "Since you're here, why not join us?"

Upon hearing this, Falshu stopped writing, adjusted his glasses, and said, "Lady Celia, isn't it a bit inappropriate to let someone of unknown origin join the guard?"

"Don't worry, he can use it."

Celia swung her toes, a faint smile still playing on her lips. "But before anything begins, I need to talk to him alone."

After saying that, he casually waved to the others, "The rest of you can go to the next room and wait."

"Lady Celia, does that include me?"

Falshu frowned.

"Yes, everyone go out first."

Celie said.

Falshu reluctantly closed the file and said to the others, "Shall we go?"

The first-level mages got up and left one after another.

As he passed Lynn, Yubel deliberately stopped, leaned in to smell him, let out a soft chuckle, and then caught up with the group.