Frilian at Elden Ring

It's impossible to expect your partner to stay put. This person enjoys getting stronger by exploring and is always willing to help others. Once they sense a mission, they'll proactively approach it, regardless of whether the other person wants to or not.

Frillie looked troubled and said, "Political affairs are too troublesome. It would be great if you could help me with them."

"Don't give me instructions; there are some things you need to learn yourself."

“I’ve already learned it. Now that I know the process, I can delegate it, right? Anyway, in border areas, power won’t be lost just because it’s been delegated for too long.”

Logically speaking, most people's legal concepts lean towards the demon race, where power is the core of everything.

In reality, however, the nobility reigns supreme among humans. Even those with great power remain within the system, which may be related to lifespan. After all, a strong individual can only dominate for a time, while a long-established family can provide stability and a safety net, thus forming a monopoly on orthodoxy.

Forget it.

She didn't care about the differences between the two sides; what mattered was that the border area was simpler, and with a bigger fist, all kinds of resources would come to her.

"Can't you just give it to someone else?"

"You are the only person I trust the most."

Then, Frilian's eyes darted around as she added cautiously, "And there's Toretto."

For some reason, Melina felt happy and almost laughed out loud.

"You need to be wary of me, because even I don't know if my mother will clash with you. What if we have to become enemies? Aren't you afraid I'll harm you?"

"True trust means being willing to bear the consequences. If you stab me in the back, it's my fault for being weak. If I'm strong enough, the conflict will disappear silently."

"You're the kind of person who deserves to be called a king. Fine, I'll assume you're looking for a proxy, which is why you're trying to create a body for me."

"Since you've agreed, you should take action, such as learning soul magic to cooperate with me later."

"You predicted it!"

It was only now that Melina came to her senses that she realized there was another crucial element she needed to help with after Frilian's experiment failed, such as making her soul control stronger and more compatible with the teardrop embryo.

The entire conversation was under control, with the rhythm firmly in control.

Despite her seemingly lazy demeanor when it comes to things outside of magic, Frillie's intuition and wisdom are not to be underestimated.

Once you relax, you will fall into their grasp.

"...Okay, I'll learn. I hope nothing bad will happen, since I have a seal on me."

"That's something we have to face together."

The silver-haired girl stretched and said, "Let's go, let's get ready to go to the conference room."

Her gradually returning to normalcy relieved those around her; His Majesty's intermittent episodes had finally stopped. Although compared to the madness of other demigods, believing she had invisible friends was a minor matter, it still seemed strange.

What if that "friend out of thin air" instigates Frillie to cause trouble? Or perhaps she's already doing it, since she's been trying to get her friend involved and create quite a stir.

Suddenly, the silver-haired girl looked around and sighed.

Those who felt the gaze tightened their hearts, felt a chill run through their bodies, and fell into complete silence.

"There's another reason: the sooner you show up, the sooner the rumors that I'm mentally ill will be dispelled."

That's it.

His Majesty's illness has worsened.

123

Chapter 123: Long-term territorial planning.

After leaving the Platinum Child Manufacturing Workshop, Frilian went to her room in the academy, retrieved her notebook, and handed it to Melina. The notebook was full of notes about soul magic.

For her, the most difficult part of learning this new technology was not the learning itself.

After all, having seen the faded ones perform their tricks every day, they've already figured it out pretty well; the key lies in their willingness.

Neither of them could deny that Melina possessed an unknown seal, the nature of which was unclear and what special state it might trigger, hence their continued hesitation. But now that they had finally found a way to create a physical body, there was no reason to hesitate.

Give it a try.

Let her learn the most basic soul magic first; all that's needed is to combine it with materials created from the teardrop larvae in the future.

After doing all this, they went to the academy's central courtyard.

During this time, Frilian kept studying the last remnant of the broken teardrop embryo, walking and observing, experimenting with various magical compatibility as if no one else was around, causing those around her to immediately keep their distance.

As we all know, His Majesty's research has been quite popular lately, so it's best to stay away from it.

If she dares to wear a scarlet, corrupting substance on her head all day long, what else wouldn't she dare to do? You are undoubtedly the most daring scholar in the border region.

There's even a saying circulating that "the evil spirits weren't necessarily scared away by the crimson corruption, but rather by Her Majesty's fearless spirit," which has gained a lot of support. People know our lord too well; she doesn't care about the dangers of magic, only the novelty.

General Rataen of Shattered Stars didn't even bother to face the Crimson Corruption Blossom back then, but you, if something goes wrong, the Flower of Ionia's first step is to blow up your head, the consequences are unpredictable.

In short, everyone both admired and worried about the Soul King.

This unease will persist at least until a means to purify the Scarlet Corruption truly emerges.

"You were so engrossed you didn't even notice, were you?"

Suddenly Melina nudged Frilian's shoulder and said, "Someone we know is here."

"Who?"

"Your tailor, Burke, is waiting for you right in front of the academy. I never expected him to come to a place like this."

Speaking of this short, demi-human tailor, she immediately touched the golden sewing needle on her body. Coincidentally, it really should be given to the person most suitable for it. It would be perfect to catch up after the great battle.

If Melina hadn't sensed the other person first, they probably would have missed it.

Upon arriving at the academy gate, two guards burst into laughter: "Hey, little dwarf, you don't think you can climb the social ladder by being a demi-human, do you?"

"Just an ugly freak."

Upon hearing this taunt, Burke shrank back, trembling with fear, and hesitated to speak.

He wanted to say something in rebuttal, but the two guards were already brandishing their swords, and the passersby nearby were giving him sarcastic looks. Perhaps he had arrived at the wrong time; he had gone through quite a bit of trouble to get here from the lakeside...

boom!

Suddenly they were sent flying backwards, landing face-first in the mud, looking utterly disheveled. As they got up, cursing and swearing, they turned around to see Frilline standing there with her arms crossed, her icy gaze leaving them speechless.

“Burke is indeed my tailor. You have treated my friend very badly, which is also against hospitality.”

"Go and be locked up for two days as punishment. That's the end of the lesson. Take this as a warning."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The guards limped away, clearly in pain for a while. The borderlands' poor attitude towards non-human races was justified, primarily to keep these creatures in check.

People around were amazed, they never expected it to be true.

"For His Majesty to specifically appreciate someone like this, he must indeed have some ability."

Upon hearing these comments, Burke chuckled. It was more important for everyone to recognize his skills. As a tailor, it was only natural to become famous for his work, so he traveled a long way to the academy.

"Long time no see. You look great, not tired from your journey. Something good must have happened, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I believe that current technology is sufficient to modify your armor."

"I look forward to your work."

Frillie has been using the Dancer's Armor, but it doesn't fit her well and has already sustained considerable damage, requiring careful repair. Since even the players' suggestions acknowledge Burke's skills, he's certainly up to the task.

She then led her guest to the reception room, as it was inappropriate to entrust the golden sewing needle to someone with so many eyes and ears outside, given its extraordinary value.

"Also, I have something to give you."

Burke immediately sensed the intense magic power emanating from the heavy sewing needle. It was no ordinary weapon; if used as a weapon, it could likely harm even divine beings. Where did it come from? Absolutely rare and extraordinary.

"I believe that a suitable treasure should be given to the right person..."

"This is too expensive, I can't accept it."

"The key is compatibility."

"Just consider it no good for me to take this kind of thing; I am not worthy of such a divine treasure."

“Alright. It remains mine, but you must use a golden sewing needle when you work for me. I’m going to give you a job now: modify my armor.”

Frillie took out the Dancer's Armor. Although it was damaged several times, the basic form remained largely unchanged thanks to the skilled craftsmen. Unfortunately, they didn't quite understand how to adjust the details. Therefore, for future battles, it would be best to make an improved version of the armor.

After that, the weapons craftsmen will enhance them, and then they will become genuine demigod equipment, one of a kind.

Burke, fully aware of the significance of this job, nodded solemnly.

"I almost forgot, I also have a gift for Your Majesty, a cloak."

After receiving it, Frillie realized that it could be folded in half and draped over the shoulder. In reality, some nomadic tribes wear it this way, keeping their right hand free during the day and folding the other half over their body when it's cold. Later, due to its bold style and convenience, it gradually became more like military uniform.

For example, many demons dress like this, and it is also popular among the nobles in the borderlands. A mere mage or standard armor cannot satisfy them.

"I'll accept it."

"It's my pleasure."

Burke, all smiles, abruptly changed the subject: "However, modifying it into clothing strong enough to withstand a demigod war will take a lot of time, and you said the armor craftsmen will be involved in its creation, so the production period will be quite long..."

"It's alright, you can go all out. The next large-scale operation is still a long way off."

Upon learning that construction in Lienia and Nymgford would take years, Frilian was no longer in a hurry and returned to the slow pace familiar to the immortal race, proceeding step by step.

She also waited for Vlamé to grow up and be able to help with the research.

However, taking it slow does not mean delaying. The immediate priority is to determine the general direction for both locations and then begin the cleaning work as soon as possible.

So after chatting with Burke for a few minutes, Frilian said goodbye and went to the meeting. The latter planned to stay at the magic academy temporarily, as he said he wanted to devote his energy to creating armor for demigods in order to improve his skills.

We'll be spending a lot of time together from now on.

……

Conference hall.

When the heavy double mahogany doors were pushed open, everyone looked at the newcomer, who was none other than Frillie, who had arrived late and looked even more dignified.

The true demigod war had tempered her, and with the added power of the Stargazer, she had recovered from her injuries and possessed a completely new aura. However, the silver-haired girl still maintained her familiar languid expression as she sat in the main seat.

There were many new faces compared to before, including many Lienian nobles.

The management team has grown stronger by incorporating different forces.