Frilian at Elden Ring

"And look at your appearance."

The elf took a sip of wine and laughed, "Who would believe you if you claimed to be young? Humans grow up so fast."

Compared to the short and thin redhead Yu in the past, Vlamé is now tall and slender, about the same height as Millie Adele, gradually showing the graceful curves of a woman. In addition, her skin is delicate and her features are exquisite, and her bright eyes seem to see through everything.

Her magic was on a completely different level; in just a few years, she had refined it to the level of an adult mage, and it was increasing more and more rapidly, making her no less powerful in terms of sheer magical strength.

Moreover, Vlame mainly studied magical theory and combat techniques.

That's terrifying!

If he's this strong even without magic, what will he be like in the future?

As far as Milie Adele knew, Frilian would teach her apprentices new combat techniques whenever she had free time, such as endurance, footwork and other basic skills, as well as various kinds of magic, dozens or even hundreds of them in total.

You really taught so much? Could it be that you're treating your apprentice like a living library, and Vlamé just happened to learn it all?

Faced with her master's complete instruction, she truly mastered it, combining the strengths of various schools without mixing them together. She transformed seemingly disparate powers into her own, becoming a magic warrior before even becoming a magician.

Vlame's physical abilities are now unfathomable. Since he can kill a magical beast with his bare hands, it is conceivable that he is no less powerful than a warrior.

Frillian, as always, continued to study magic while in a long-term slumber, sometimes sleeping for months at a time.

Well, both the master and apprentice are outrageous.

"Speaking of which, the magic she uses lately has become increasingly outrageous, such as the Tops Force Field."

As she marveled, ripples appeared in Millie Adele's hand as she repeatedly tossed a fireball in a ladle—a training method she had created herself. She needed to cultivate proficiency, unlike the monster master and apprentice who could learn it instantly.

Although the force field wasn't strong enough to launch a high-quality attack, its combination with the Twisted Light Wall greatly improved the mage's survivability, making it much easier to handle in daily practice battles.

“Master’s unique magic is indeed powerful and very suitable for her.”

"It's already good enough for a mage to find a path that suits them, let alone one that is so extraordinary."

"In my opinion, Master's magic is no less than that of those flamboyant demon sages, and he can even rival the Seven Sages above them."

Vlame's eyes lit up.

However, Millie Adele shook the wine jug listlessly, as if asking if she was drunk.

"You ignorant brat! Those guys are the real pinnacle of the world. No one knows who will win until they fight. Besides, Frilian's unique magic isn't good at direct combat. The fact that it responds to the power within her means she's still a step behind the demons who are obsessed with fighting."

"Are there any other similar spells?"

"According to the principle, Frilian possesses the 'magic that allows her to dream of new magic,' and it is said that she also has the 'magic that allows her to know all the magic in the world,' which is Celie's ability."

For example, possessing magic related to alcohol can also be seen as a response to one's inner self.

In short, mages who possess a unique or specialized spell are already extremely rare, let alone those whose unique abilities are also powerful enough. Furthermore, it's easy for powerful spells to exist that aren't designed for direct combat.

For example, characters like Celia and Frilian require long-term, intensive training; otherwise, it would be meaningless for ordinary people to possess such magic.

Because demons were constantly engaged in battle, their awakened magic could easily be converted into combat power; therefore, Miliadele had only one thought about them:

Keep your distance.

I don't want anything other than the most basic magic training.

The Elf Village is much more martial than before, and people are gradually starting to cultivate, so they no longer need to go on their own adventures.

Moreover, the most formidable one, the sleepyhead Frilian, often slumbers in the village, but she will wake up at the slightest disturbance, and working together with him will definitely protect the village.

She was enjoying her thoughts when she saw Vlame, who had just finished dismantling the monster materials, looking at her with a mocking expression.

"Kid, what's your problem?"

“My master said that magic is about magic power and imagination, but in the broader field of combat, there is another factor: willpower. Or spirit. If a person does not have a spirit that surpasses all others, no amount of power can respond.”

Millie Adele scoffed, "Nonsense. She's always stayed in the village, so she doesn't necessarily have much willpower..."

Even so, she was speechless for the second half of her sentence. After all, Frilian's behavior so far was obvious to all. She was just saying it as a friend to tease her and to set an example for the child.

As for the extent of the effect, you can tell just by looking at Vlamé's smile.

"Okay, I drank too much."

“It’s alright, Sister Adele. What I mean is that you made me realize that Master was right. A person also needs to have courage and a strong will. My will is to drive out the demons and let the world usher in the human era.”

"What grand pronouncements are you making all of a sudden?"

Halfway through her sentence, she raised an eyebrow and asked, "Using me as a negative example?"

"what."

The red-haired girl's innocent smile made the drunken elf lose her composure. Today, she would assert her authority as an older sister and teach the child a lesson.

In an instant, an astonishing magical power rose from the center of the village and quickly became active.

Dark clouds hung low, obscuring the sunlight, and even the once-bright and sunny forest seemed to grovel under this force. A certain lazy sprite awoke, seemingly responding to the true meaning of powerful magic with his actions!

Lying in bed, Frilian opened her eyes and found herself in a familiar ceiling, not the grandeur of a castle, but rather the style of a small wooden cabin.

"I am back."

After yawning, she slowly sat up and looked around:

The bedroom was simple, with a rug, a table and chairs, a huge bookshelf, and research materials piled up haphazardly. The only thing that could be described as a living space was the potted plants, which still swayed brightly in the wind.

There wasn't much dust on the table, which must have been cleaned by Vlame from time to time, since no one else could avoid triggering the spell.

Even Millie Adele was blocked by the barrier because she couldn't be sure if the drunkard was acting crazy while she was asleep, and it would be difficult to deal with if he disturbed her magical dream.

She immediately activated her magic to sense everything.

They even went so far as to use methods such as looking in the mirror, divination, and stimulating pain to verify their findings again.

"It's reality."

Most people might find this inexplicable, a complete overreaction. But hunters who have experienced Yharnam's dream believe it is necessary, not to mention that they themselves still firmly suppress the related ancient god power within them.

If Yharnam's cursed journey hadn't made Frilian hate dream-related abilities, reality would have one more illusionist who could instantly transport people into dreams.

"I've heard that among the Seven Sages of Collapse there is a magician who manipulates illusions. I wonder how he compares to the ancient gods?"

After gathering her thoughts, she began to wash up.

The cool water running down his face made him even more alert, and then he combed his long silver hair, a slow and leisurely process that took quite a while. But this rare moment of relaxation was a good time to rest and recuperate, much better than waking up at the magic academy to face endless meetings and paperwork.

The border region is so vast that ruling over land equivalent to two great powers is too much work; thankfully, Melina is there to help manage it.

As preparation for future exploration of Galid, take a good rest.

Pushing open the door reveals a lush, green space. Outside the cottage's fence is a dirt and stone path that connects the various houses in the elf village, where hunters, cooks, and sheep herders pass by from time to time.

Good afternoon, Frilian. You've been sleeping for a long time.

"You're welcome and safe."

The elves greeted each other. In the village, a close-knit community where everyone knew each other, they were like one big family. They already knew each other well, not to mention the village's celebrities.

Instead of leaving the courtyard, she tended to the flowers and plants, taking it as a way to relax and rejuvenate.

A significant portion of these flowers are created through plant-based magic, making them perfect for decoration. They are evergreen, always radiant, and will not wither even if neglected for a long time.

Although the pruning work was tedious, Frilian did it very carefully. Cleaning the yard should be done with the same seriousness as cleaning a laboratory.

During this time, the elves who came and went to greet her asked her some questions about magic, which she answered one by one. The villagers finally began to pay attention to magic, and there were also many warriors who trained. In times of war, having martial arts skills was always a safe thing.

Everything was normal during the large-scale magical perception.

According to the neighbors, "the defeat at the Battle of Northwind Fortress has led the demons to begin cultivating their occupied territories in preparation for the next all-out offensive," making this a rare moment of peace.

It's heartening to see that the Elf Village is finally starting to interact with the outside world again.

Although most of the time they might engage in hunting and trading, they weren't completely oblivious to what was happening around them.

Of course, some people are worried that they will be coveted.

Whatever.

Communication is inherently two-way; every race that exists in the world has corresponding social relationships and cannot be completely isolated. Frilian actually understands this very well.

Moreover, the elven village already possesses the ability to protect itself, as exemplified by the guests before them:

The red-haired girl, who had come running all the way, waved and shouted "Master!" from afar, full of energy. Her golden curves made her even taller, and even the mage could not hide her beauty.

She's blossoming into a beautiful young woman, while Millie Adele walks along, tilting her head back as she drinks, looking as uninterested as ever.

The two stood together, reminiscing about the changes and constants of time. The fleeting years, surprisingly, stirred even a flicker of emotion in Frilian. Indeed, witnessing the rapid growth of short-lived beings made one acutely aware of the passage of time.

You're old when you realize it.

This is something that, in the eyes of ordinary Pokémon, it's like you suddenly developed abnormally strong abilities, especially considering that they are both short-lived species!

"You're finally back. Can you feel the magic emanating from me?"

Vlame, head held high and chest puffed out, laughed and said, "I've become much stronger."

"Yes, you are now officially ready to learn magic."

"Doesn't the soul magic and life secrets I've been researching count?"

Frilian shook her head. "They belong to an immature system that is still under research. Next, I will teach you how to fight, all survival skills for battle, which are different from those academic schools or even the half-baked mages active on the battlefield today."

Upon hearing this, the red-haired girl became even more excited, having witnessed firsthand the pinnacle of this path—the battle that led to Frilian's downfall.

The fusion of various magics and even combat techniques is flawless, making it an absolute combat specialist. It single-handedly defeated the demon army, and its potential is simply terrifyingly high...

"I almost forgot, Master probably hasn't had lunch yet. Luckily, I brought some ingredients with me."

She patted the woven basket in the crook of her arm; it contained wild vegetables, mushrooms, and meat, which had already been roughly prepared. No wonder it hadn't rushed over immediately upon sensing her awakening; it was preparing a sumptuous meal.

So thoughtful.

"I also brought you a bottle of good wine."

"Miriadelle, you always carry a good bar with you."

As the hostess, Frilian invited the two into the cabin, where they worked together seamlessly to prepare for lunch.

Although there wasn't much interaction, they had already dined together several times and were quite familiar with the process. The washing, chopping, and cooking of vegetables were done with fluid movements, showing signs of magical intervention. Many ingredients simply floated in the air, waiting to be placed down.

To truly integrate magic into life is both a form of training and an attitude.

After a lot of work.

A variety of plates were laid out on the table, a dazzling array, steaming hot, their aromas filling the air. Some spicy, some sweet scents wafted into the nostrils, making one's tongue tingle and irresistibly tempt to taste.