Frilian at Elden Ring

As night fell, the Church of Bonds shimmered with magical traces under the starry sky, emanating both golden healing power and Kalia's blue magic...

The silver-haired girl, having acquired the new magic, immediately began experimenting with it.

"The two Kalia spells are nothing special, but the Blessing of Grace is very useful. The basic principle of blessing can be referenced. Moreover, it is a large-scale battlefield healing spell, which fits the rules of the border area and is very suitable for the current situation."

Golden light surged in Frilian's hands as she tested the effects of healing combined with soul magic, hoping to escape the inefficiency of treating only a few patients in batches.

genius!

Little did they know that these actions were simply outrageous in Milier's eyes. Even the universally acknowledged genius stargazing girl, Queen Full Moon, did not have such talent. She almost immediately found the trick to studying magic and achieved twice the result with half the effort.

That's not all; they even explored new uses by integrating their own unique magic.

It's easy to imagine that the Soul King must have seen a wide variety of magic to be able to think so creatively and apply his knowledge to other situations.

Experience cannot be learned.

"Your Majesty, your magical talent is the strongest I have ever seen. No wonder you are the magician who repelled that ominous demon twice."

"It's nothing. I just collect a lot of magic and then I start to figure out the patterns. Actually, the important thing isn't how strong a single property is, but how well it can adapt to different situations, like right now—"

Frilian spread blessings and grace to the distant Allied forces' camp.

Golden ash fell, like the comforting gift of dewdrops from days gone by. The soldiers felt the familiar magic and accepted it readily. Sure enough, their wounds healed, their strength was restored, and they didn't want to sleep even in the middle of the night. They had inexhaustible energy and were extremely excited.

Most importantly, the weariness of the soul is swept away, the hidden risk of becoming a zombie is suppressed, and even the dead will have a better state of soul returning to the tree.

They couldn't help but cheer, wishing they could rush over and praise them right now.

The effect is good.

Although the description suggests a slow recovery, with the infusion of a large amount of magic power and the assistance of soul magic, its performance can definitely be greatly improved, providing an additional means to cope with large-scale battlefields, making it comparable to those top-tier offensive capabilities.

"If you have any prayer scrolls in the future, we can study them together here. After all, His Majesty has the power to send blessings, right?"

"Thank you, and please continue to guide me in the future."

"It's good to have someone to chat with, but I'm a bit tired after being active for so long and I need to rest. After all, today's commotion is a once-in-a-millennium event."

Even the usually calm and collected Milier couldn't help but complain to one of the parties involved.

"Blame Markitt. ​​I don't know why he targets the Faded Ones. He doesn't seem to have any personal grudges against them, but he always keeps targeting the people in the Round Table Hall."

"That person has their own difficulties, and their paths are different."

"By the way, since you know so many of Radagan's secrets, do you know the identity of the Blessed King?"

"..."

The silence from the giant tortoise was the best answer, clearly indicating a major secret involved, one that could even shake the rule of the current capital, Rodel. However, he wasn't sure; it was just speculation.

Rather than speculating and ending up making a mistake, it's better to pretend you don't know from the start, at least that way you won't be led to a wrong choice.

Frillie nodded, understanding, and stopped dwelling on the matter.

Spatially speaking, we haven't even reached the Yatan Plateau, so how can we possibly uncover its secrets? We need to experience the land of shattered war relics firsthand. The current intelligence patch is extremely incomplete; asking a giant tortoise all sorts of questions is pointless. Could it be that the priest who grants the connection can reveal everything?

"You've helped me so much, should I send someone to renovate the Jieyuan Church?"

"I prefer peace and quiet. Until the Kalia royal family is truly revitalized, I'll just leave the surrounding flowers and plants to tidy up and make things more pleasing to the eye. That's all I need for Your Majesty."

"Miriah, see you later."

After a moment of contemplation, Frilian waved goodbye, leaving behind a silhouette that was even more upright than when she arrived, and in just a short while, she had recovered most of her magic power.

It remained where it was, gazing at the departing figure and sighing.

The intelligent beasts had their own intelligence channels, so they had learned about the rising Soul King before. They didn't expect him to become so strong in the blink of an eye, but at least it gave Kalia hope of recovery.

Before they knew it, dawn was breaking, and with the power of the previous blessings, many people were eager to try their luck.

Get going!

The army marched toward the magic academy, its banners obscuring the sky and dust billowing everywhere, making it clearly visible even from the Church of Marriage.

The right choice is to seize the momentum of victory and quickly sweep away the scum in the academy, restoring peace to Lienia. Only then can there be hope for a resurgence.

The giant tortoise gazed at the distant tower, seemingly sensing the presence of the Full Moon Queen and the gradually fading projection of Lani. Now that the mother and daughter had met, there was no need to worry; at least the lake had escaped unscathed.

"But there won't be a next time. How many troops will need to be drawn for the third Siege of Rodel?"

"Hopefully, that benevolent king can restore as much of the people's strength as possible."

He was aware of the prosperity in the south, recognized Frilian's business acumen, and looked forward to her bringing prosperity to the larger Lienia region...

With this thought in mind, Miliya lowered his head and fell asleep.

No need to worry about it.

118

Chapter 118 Good news spreads far and wide.

News of the victory at the end of Lienia Avenue quickly spread far and wide.

After all, as early as the escalation of the incident, various forces had sent spies to keep a close eye on the armies of both sides in the conflict, especially the attack ordered by the Prince of Cifu, which was of great significance.

Things took an unexpected and complicated turn.

They thought the weak army of Stoneville would collapse in no time, but the protracted fighting actually held off the royal army for several days. Indeed, the frontline commander, Markit, also misjudged the situation, thus missing a crucial opportunity.

It's not his fault, because during Edgar's desperate resistance, a major event occurred that no one could have foreseen:

The fall of the magic academy was accomplished single-handedly by the Fragment King Frilian.

The commotion was too great; they basically attacked openly and legitimately, thus revealing a lot of intelligence, which clearly served to intimidate those observing from the shadows.

That's incredibly arrogant!

But her strength was indeed impeccable. She fought her way in from the academy gate, and the entire academy was unable to organize an effective defense with just her Legion of Bones, causing chaos all over the place.

They then successively defeated the Academy's High Mage Corps, the Red Wolves of Radagan, and the Full Moon Queen.

And so the battle between the fragmented kings began.

No one expected that Frilian would so boldly enter the library room and swagger out again. The victor's words were clear to all, and the title of the number one magician in the border region had a new and well-deserved owner.

The aftermath of their battle truly lived up to the title of demigods, and being a battle between monarchs wielding fragments of the Great Rune, its significance was even greater.

By this point, Frilian had forcefully suppressed the academy.

Logically speaking, it would be fine to stop here, because this messy place is a mix of academic factions, royal factions, and other infighting, making it difficult to truly unify the two groups and instead causing chaos.

Just when you're about to fall asleep, a pillow is delivered to you; or perhaps she had planned it all along, and someone helped Frilian complete the consolidation of power.

Princess of the Moon.

After years of silence, Lani has suddenly taken action and proactively cooperated to complete the operation. As the schemer of Black Knife Night, what are her plans this time? This inevitably stirs up unrest among all parties involved.

Only after the army withdrew to the capital, Rodel, did they learn what had happened in Lienia.

In the throne room, a weary traveler, Markit leaned on his scepter and sighed, "That's not surprising."

The Night Cavalrymen in charge of the report fell silent for a moment.

"...No wonder she dared to come to the aid immediately after defeating the Full Moon Queen. With the support of the legitimate heir of the Kalia royal family, it's enough to suppress all factions in the academy. With the army added, Frilian has already taken over the academy."

“Lord Mongot, according to past practice, it takes a long time for the Soul King to repair a region after occupying it. We can use this as an opportunity to harass him.”

"No, we have already completely withdrawn from the lowlands. There's no need to create unnecessary trouble. It's fine to give up the elevator. The most urgent task is to reorganize the royal city's defenses and prepare to protect our homeland."

His tone was full of regret, ultimately unable to avoid sliding to this point.

Damn!

In the end, will a faded figure who has no respect for the Golden Tree and the law take over the dynasty? It's hard to say whether the future will be a dynasty or not, and what he has protected will be reduced to ashes.

In a daze, Menggete realized his true feelings; he probably simply wanted to protect the beauty of the golden royal city he had once admired.

It must not fall into the hands of outsiders.

He instructed his trusted confidants to offer defense suggestions, abandoning illusions and preparing for the inevitable moment.

"We should increase the number of Golden People we draw upon, reinforce the city walls as much as possible, and increase our armed forces. After all, the Battle of the Church of the Union proved that they are difficult to deal with, and we should be especially prepared to confront multiple demigods."

"It's alright. We've faced the monarch's coalition before, and we still managed to defeat them, right? In fact, we're stronger than Frilian."

"The royal city is guarded by many heroes. It's not difficult to suppress one or two extra demigods with sheer numbers. Warfare is all about organization. Moreover, we have an absolute advantage in weaponry and equipment. Given enough time, the enemy might even break through the city walls without us having to attack."

Overall, the officers were optimistic.

After all, if the monarchical coalition could be repelled twice, there's no reason why they couldn't succeed a third time.

Moreover, in the thousands of years of decline, the relative rate of decline of the royal city of Rhodes was the slowest, and the gap has actually widened compared to before—a simple mathematical problem.

For example, can Frilian now gather the power of both the peak-stage volcano and Gelid? On the contrary, they are the worst off.

Who's left?

Despite the imposing presence of Soul King in Lienia and Ningmgford, these are the only two places he can actually muster troops for. Does he really expect his army to be supported solely by their resources?

They even hoped to squeeze every last drop out of their troops and create an exhausted force.

After listening to what he said, Mengert said, "In that case, let's open the armory to the fullest extent and prepare more mages to strengthen the defenses."

"My lord, I think we should be cautious in mobilizing troops. The defeat in this battle has made some nobles dissatisfied... and they have even demanded that the Prince of Blessing himself come forward to explain."

"I don't have time to argue with them."

Compared to the goal of protecting the royal city, everything else is trivial; careful preparation is essential. With this thought in mind, Mongot looked towards the hall in front of the Queen's chambers, where the projection of his father, the First King Gofrey, resided.

He will definitely step in to protect the royal city when necessary.

Or perhaps we shouldn't rely on a projection at all, and should instead try to notify the War King to return?

"Although I don't know what plans Goddess Marika and Father have, if the situation deteriorates further, it is necessary to tell him, even if we are outside the border."

How can we contact you?

"The owner of the projection will find out as long as he is harmed, not to mention that he has probably already received some news."

"Indeed, some of the foreign Lords of Cinder were active outside the borders in the past."

Montgomery shook his head and sighed, "However, I still have some reservations. I hope to hold out a little longer on my own. Consider this my trump card and don't always think about having powerful external support."

The crowd exchanged glances and nodded, feeling both joy and awe. Could the first king truly return? Wouldn't that turn the tide?