Frilian at Elden Ring

Frillie continued walking nonchalantly, as she was about to rejoin the soldiers and return to Stoneville City when she felt a tugging sensation on her sleeve.

It was an action from the soul; she wouldn't have even noticed it if it weren't for the perception granted by the relevant magic.

Melina, holding her hand, asked, "Aren't you curious about witches?"

“I believe there are many secrets involved here, the most crucial clue being your memories, but they are sealed. So any discussion now is just speculation. Only one thing is certain: my path to becoming the King of Elden will not be possible without your support, and I will not allow any sacrifices.”

"Are you serious?"

"Of course, I know that achieving our goal is more difficult than it seems, but that's okay, we'll always find a way. And you have to promise me that you won't make any sacrifices on your own."

"Then you must promise me that you will not seek the power of an evil Outer God to solve this problem."

They might find another way to burn the Golden Tree, but the Mad Fire was the only thing they couldn't touch. Melina, who had deeply felt the immense power of Frilian, couldn't imagine how strong the Mad Fire would become if she embraced it.

It's uncertain who will devour whom; a mad king will be born.

97

Chapter 97 The dramatic changes in Stoneville.

A Blood Dynasty.

Numerous blood nobles, blood finger assassins, and intelligence spies gathered in the center of the hall. Before them lay a pool of blood, its bubbles rising and bubbling as if boiling.

The next moment, the ominous figure of the noble and majestic Mongols appeared. It was Mongols. Even though his distorted ominous face showed anger, it was easy for a king to control his emotions.

"Great Blood Monarch, praise be to Your Majesty."

People prayed and cheered, even the Platinum Sons and the undead, far from the palace, rejoiced.

On the surface, Monger nodded aloofly, but in reality, he was quite pleased and felt a surge of joy. After all, in the Golden Dynasty, not being spat on was considered a sign of high manners; as an evil omen, he had no human rights whatsoever.

awesome.

What is orthodox or unorthodox? Only power can overturn and reshape everything.

Now there's another half-human, half-human, Freylian active in the public eye, openly provoking the Golden Dynasty. Meanwhile, her brother Montgomery, who calls himself the Blessed King, never shows his face. What's he worried about? He protects the Golden Tree, yet he claims to be hidden because he's not recognized by the Golden Tree.

"Hmph, because the current ruler of Rodel is full of indecisiveness and lacks ambition, he has become weak and is not as good as me at all."

"His Majesty must be the strongest."

“But it’s inconvenient for me to leave, so you need to keep a close eye on Frilian’s movements and send out more people to monitor the deployment in Stoneville.”

"As ordered."

"My kin, after five thousand years of turmoil, the Golden Dynasty is coming to an end. The one tolling the death knell is the new demigod, and the tolling comes from Nymgford. But she will not be the final victor, and the Blood Dynasty will also take action."

Then Monger opened his arms and laughed heartily, while his subordinates excitedly shouted praises.

He suddenly had a good idea: to cause trouble for Montgomery by leaking the secret passage to the Altan Plateau to the people of Stoneville through intelligence channels. Frilian would have to thank him for that.

It's too boring to have the Rodel army heavily guarding the elevator all the time. Wouldn't that just lead to an endless standoff? No, the world should be made much more exciting.

The more lively the crowd on the surface, the safer the Blood Dynasty.

After issuing a series of orders, Monger dismissed the guests and prepared to rest, but he did not forget to create a clone to stand by.

Depending on the situation, action may be necessary.

……

At Stormhill, before the gates of Stoneville, the heavy gates stood open. A red carpet stretched out, and fireworks lit up both sides of the road, blooming in celebration of the return of King Nymgford.

Riding her spirit horse, Frillie at least waved in response to the enthusiasm, and many people exaggerated to the point of tears of joy, celebrating from the bottom of their hearts, with cheers even louder.

"Your Majesty, you have completely pacified the monster settlements in both territories."

"We, Ningmgefu and the Weeping Peninsula, have ushered in the first peace since the Broken War, and we no longer have to worry about monsters running rampant."

"Even thieves have been arrested."

"The south is the most vibrant land in the entire border region and will become the most prosperous."

Confidence is more precious than gold. The stable territory gives people a sense of boundless possibilities. There is great potential in production, trade, and training. Only by relieving the burden can we realize that the world is not so bad, nor so dependent on the gold tree.

How many years have we endured? Finally, we have overcome the hardships and are ready to usher in an unprecedented period of recovery.

No one doubts that they will continue to prosper.

Just look at the people in the welcoming team; there are quite a few zombies among them, but after being healed, they are lively and energetic, and their actual behavior is almost the same as when they were alive. At least they can serve as laborers to help build the house.

That's why everyone is grateful to the monarch who brought all this to fruition: Frilian. In any case, she created a new Nymgford, and a new era began to unfold.

"Praise be to Your Majesty."

Even Torrett's steps became more upright and confident, after all, he had never been so imposing when traveling through the border regions before.

Noticing its excited behavior, the silver-haired girl smiled and touched the ox's horns.

She turned around and sighed, "Melina, if only you had a body, so that everyone could know that this achievement is something we all share."

Upon hearing this, the witch touched her sealed single eye, turned her head away and instructed, "Don't talk to me like that at a time like this. Respond properly, or people will think you're hallucinating and chatting with thin air."

"It's okay, when you have a body I can introduce you to everyone so they won't be surprised."

The interaction between the two was not understood by onlookers.

His Majesty has chatted with thin air more than once or twice. This level of illness is much better than that of other demigods. He wouldn't do anything that defies the heavens or is inhuman.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that the occasional quirks that Frilian displays make her more approachable. In contrast, the other demigods have long since ceased to be active, and some even wonder if they are merely legends. Only the new demigods' conquests in all directions evoke a sense of changing times.

coming soon.

They might witness a path to kingship, just as the crowd once thronged around the first king, Griffith, as he ascended the throne.

Frilian only managed to call back Torret after they entered the city wall area. Before them stood the nobles who came out to greet them, with Hyde at the head of the group beaming.

"Your Majesty, have you noticed that we have expanded our villages outside the walls?"

"Yes, it looks quite prosperous; it should be considered part of the capital region."

“Everyone wants to pledge allegiance to the Soul King, so they have gathered here to be at the beck and call of Stoneville City. And you must have recruited people along the way, which has just formed a town.”

It would be strange if a capital city had stood alone on Storm Hill; it should have been surrounded by satellite cities, towns, and villages. For example, Rodel, the most prosperous city on the border, showed signs of several expansions, almost becoming a kingdom in itself.

Now things are back to normal.

Stoneville is recovering at an astonishing pace. Towns have sprung up along the city walls, and several surrounding villages have also come to life, increasingly resembling the prosperity of a national capital.

Of course, the workload of these managers is also increasing day by day, especially as some problems accumulate.

"Your Majesty, you can no longer travel for such long periods of time. Many things require your decision, and they cannot be carried out without your presence."

"I understand, I'll come back earlier next time."

The key issue is that even with Blessed Points, the sheer number isn't significant across the vast borderlands; most of the time, Torret has to rely on his own speed. If only he could fly, or even just flying wouldn't be enough—he'd need to be able to move freely like an ancient dragon…

As she was pondering this, Frilian entered the city gate amidst the reports from the nobles.

Squeak!

With a sickening creak of iron chains being dragged, the massive gate slowly rose, revealing the entire city. At first glance, she almost thought she hadn't returned to Stoneville.

The building has been completely renovated, and the potholes have been filled in. It looks like it has been repainted and looks brand new.

What are you doing for me?

Although Stoneville appears unchanged on the surface, a closer look reveals that most of the bricks and tiles have been renovated, and even all traces of the war have been removed and repaired.

The engineering capabilities at the border exceeded expectations.

On second thought, Frilian realized that things were actually returning to normal, considering the Golden Dynasty civilization had created so many magnificent structures. Once Nymgford resumed production, simply repairing the castles left by their predecessors wouldn't be difficult.

It is more majestic than ever before, no longer a ruined stronghold of evil in the storm, but a capital city at its zenith.

The biggest change comes from the atmosphere, but where does that atmosphere come from?

people.

Unbeknownst to many, Stoneville had become a bustling metropolis, with countless people flocking to the city to create a vibrant atmosphere. Shops and stalls lined both sides of the road, their calls for customers echoing through the air. Such a commercial avenue hadn't existed before; it must have been specially created.

They greeted Frillie warmly when they saw her, and many of them were familiar faces.

He was someone who had been healed by soul magic and said he would come to work in Stoneville City, and he indeed kept his promise and became part of the restoration project.

Hyde sincerely said, "Without the help of these people, our work would not have been so fast. It was His Majesty who summoned them. We do not have that charisma and cannot unite everyone."

"It's just a matter of effort."

“I used to think Hyde Fortress was magnificent, and I was awestruck when I came to Stoneville, but now I have to say that we are probably the only real town left in the world.”

"I have indeed heard that other major cities in the border area still retain traces of war."

Frilian had just learned that the volcano mansion had been almost completely destroyed, and the demigod sitting inside was devouring life.

"We met many traveling merchants, and they brought a lot of intelligence. As it stands, most major cities are still affected by the devastation of war and remain like military fortresses. Only we have recovered and emerged from the war."

"There is no longer a civil war, but external enemies still exist."

"Your Majesty is right. I have heard about Lake Yakir. It is the Blood Dynasty that is unwilling to accept defeat, but the rise of Ningmgfu will not stop."

"Hyde, it's been a while since I've seen you. You're more composed and dignified than before."

"Yeah……"

The emperor and his ministers exchanged a knowing smile. The tacit understanding that came from working together was self-evident. They had been cooperating very well during this period, and the results were already in sight.

They marched straight in, crossing the bustling street district and entering the densely built-up atrium. The Faded Ones Guild was located here, and some familiar faces greeted them warmly.

The Round Table Hall played a crucial role in the restoration of Stoneville, providing a diverse range of Faded Ones to compensate for the unconventional magical productivity.

Ningmgfu has become a recognized hotspot for newbies, truly serving as a beginner's village.

They used to be frequently beaten up by Grik soldiers.

Even worse, some became part of the limbs, which was truly tragic. Upon closer inspection, the Faded Ones' Guild headquarters was not lacking in perfumers, craftsmen, and clergy, its facilities resembling a round table hall.

Frilian couldn't help but wonder if one day her own Stoneville Guild could replace some of the effects of the Round Table.

Yeah.

The Round Table had been in the royal city of Rodel for a period of time, or rather, there was never any rule that it had to be in a particular place.

She wouldn't mind weakening Sir Hundred.