Frilian at Elden Ring

With a reminder from Frilian, who was seated at the head of the table, that it was time to eat, everyone savored the delicious meal.

Compared to the beginning, everyone's cooking skills have improved. After all, when taking care of Vlame, the food was always complained about as being terrible, so they had to practice their skills intentionally.

"What did Master gain from this slumber?"

"There are magic resistance spells, freezing spells, and so on... but don't try to do too much at once. You should prepare courses on combat magic first."

"No, I mean, since you gained magic through a dream, there must be some content from the dream, right?"

The red-haired girl asked curiously, "For example, some interesting stories, even if they don't have a beginning or an end."

Even Millie Adele perked up her ears.

"Okay, speaking of dreams, there was once an ancient god who cursed people to be trapped in a city called Yharnam after death, suffering endless nightmares and forever reliving their last act in life..."

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Chapter 130 Eliminating Crimson Corruption.

The atmosphere at the dinner table grew increasingly subtle, even somewhat heavy, entirely thanks to Frillie's story.

While she seemed to be telling a story seriously, there was a mischievous, playful quality to it all, because these things weren't really side dishes at all; they were practically full of eerie, low-pressure elements.

It's full of scenes involving blood healing, bestiality, communicating with ancient gods, and going insane.

The entire story focuses on a hidden city called Yharnam, where a bewildered hunter finds himself, constantly hunting monsters while gradually uncovering the truth and learning about the terrifying origins of the city.

That's terrifying.

The little girl, Vlamé, looked both frightened and deeply engrossed, completely forgetting to eat.

Millie Adele, having drunk even more, looked at her friend with a mocking expression. What started as a child asking you to share a strange tale turned into a childhood horror story.

That's good. These past few times when Frilian returned from her slumber, she always seemed tired. It's good news that she can joke around now.

Even with the knowledge and experiences accumulated by the elves over countless years, one cannot deny that Yharnam's story is captivating, its intricate threads piecing together a chronicle of the corruption of the ancient gods. This city offers no salvation; everything exists in opposition to truth, goodness, and beauty.

Where did you hear about this stuff?

She didn't know her childhood sweetheart had such creative talent; she must have heard it from others and was warning the child not to easily pursue any forbidden knowledge.

"Well, let's just say your story has educational value."

"...In short, people grew increasingly frenzied on the night of the hunt, and even seasoned hunters felt immense pressure. The city wailed, gradually sinking into deeper darkness, and the matter temporarily came to an end."

Frillie's abrupt end to her story only fueled Vlame's curiosity.

The gifted girl thought even more deeply; this story seemed to be somehow connected to her teacher's magical theories.

It has symbolic significance, especially in the field of divination, but for now, it can be taken as just a story.

"You really know how to raise children."

Millie Adele couldn't help but roll her eyes and complain.

"It's alright, Vlame is not a child anymore, just treat her like a big kid, she's almost an adult."

The silver-haired girl said dismissively, "And by the way, I'd like to remind you not to get involved in magic that's too dangerous."

"You're the most dangerous one, aren't you? You don't even know how many strange things you've put inside your body. Even demons would probably avoid you."

"Good eyesight."

"Seeing ability my ass! How long do you think we've known each other? And this isn't seeing ability, Frilian. I've gotten stronger; I can already see your magic power flickering..."

The silver-haired girl's energy reaction expanded slightly before settling.

Thanks to the additional feedback from the Stargazer account, my physical power has increased, and the minimum standard for controlling magic power has also risen, inevitably causing fluctuations. I now have to further unleash it. This is a method of cultivation, and there's no need to constantly flaunt my magic power.

Millie Adele, who had been so smug just moments before, sighed. Even now that she had become stronger, she still couldn't discern the full power of her opponent.

The two were originally considered to be of the same generation, not much older than each other, but Frilian displayed magical talent much earlier and made rapid progress. However, this gave her a powerful backer, so she wasn't at a disadvantage no matter what.

"Master, when can I start this kind of training?"

"Conceal your magic? How much do you have that's worth concealing? First, solidify your basic skills and become a Grand Mage before considering hiding your power."

"On another note, didn't Master say before that we should show a spirit of uprightness and integrity?"

"The best way to treat the demons is to suppress them with overwhelming power and then wipe them out. We should use everything we have to fight. An enemy without honor does not deserve our kindness."

"understood."

Vlame nodded seriously.

As expected of my master, his summary is absolutely right. Demons should be dealt with swiftly and decisively. They are nothing but demons in human form, devoid of civilization, their very essence belonging to barbarism. All means of combat must be employed.

Then Frillie began clearing the table, washing the dishes while inquiring about the progress of their battle:

To make up for the defeat at Northwind Fortress, the demons dispatched sages to the front lines to provide support, and there were even signs of the Seven Collapse Sages' activities.

Their battlefield dominance was too overwhelming. For example, the sage who controlled the undead used the undead to block the human counterattack with blasphemous force, making them extremely difficult to defeat. Therefore, the collapse of the front lines that some people had hoped for did not occur; after all, the foundation of a powerful race should not be underestimated.

However, some brave teams from the human side are also heading towards the front lines.

The greatest significance of the last battle with Frilian was that it created a vacuum zone, with the Elf Forest as an extension of the buffer zone, allowing both sides to deploy a large number of reinforcements.

In other words, it can launch larger-scale campaigns.

It's unclear exactly when it will begin; it's quite normal for large-scale campaigns to take a year or two to plan.

Considering that one of them is an immortal species lacking a sense of time, it might take even longer. Therefore, even if a storm is brewing, there is still some time before the actual cataclysmic event, giving those in the buffer zone enough time to catch their breath.

Vlame said, "Many people have visited the city. Some magicians said they came because they admired my master and asked me for an introduction."

"How do you answer?"

"The minimum requirement to see my master is that he must be stronger than me, so I challenged them to a contest and defeated them all."

The red-haired girl said smugly, rolling up her sleeves.

"You did the right thing. You protected my peace and also demonstrated the domineering nature of the strong."

Even Frilian couldn't help but be amazed. It was truly incredible; she had clearly underestimated her apprentice's talent. At just over ten years old, she was already so formidable. Presumably, a more powerful mage wouldn't dare bully a younger one, making her invincible among her peers of ten years.

Vlame then launched into a long and detailed account of the battle…

It is indeed very valuable, and according to her, she even took the initiative to challenge some stronger mages, but unfortunately she was rejected.

They probably felt awkward fighting such a young apprentice, no matter how it ended. If they won, people would laugh at them for bullying a child. If they lost, it would be even more humiliating. The hardest part was controlling their strength; what if they seriously injured someone and faced repercussions?

Regardless, Vlamé was already the strongest in his age group, and his reputation as a genius spread far and wide.

Frillie looked troubled.

The low-level combat magic she had originally conceived was scrapped because it was unnecessary; her current disciples were already quite powerful. So, should she choose higher-level magic?

That won't work either, my physical foundation is too weak.

Although I've reached a level where I can fight monsters hand-to-hand, it's not enough to use those powerful spells, so I'll rule out the Radiant Stone type first.

It needs to conform to the basic rules of magic in reality, ensure its strength, and also take into account most other support magic... The conditions alone are demanding enough. How should we choose? Or perhaps we should consider a different approach?

Is it possible that Volame has actually already displayed his unique magical talent?

This child's affinity for soul magic is beyond imagination!

"In that case, Vlame can continue to delve into soul magic, but that also requires a strong physique. I'll bless you and strengthen you later."

Frilian, who wields the power of Great Runes, is very familiar with this.

The red-haired girl nodded.

Millie Adele rubbed her hands together and asked, "Respected Teacher Frilian, do you think I can enhance my abilities?"

“That won’t work. The target must be as skilled in soul magic as I am and be able to absorb power. Besides, she has talent but lacks time, and she is still growing with unlimited potential. You are almost there.”

Enraged, the elf girl immediately tilted her head back and gulped down the wine.

"By the way, Master, my life secret technique can now be combined with soul transformation."

The research findings from Vlamé invigorated Frilian, because it meant that soul strength could alter the physical body, and the interaction between the two was sufficient. This was very suitable for Melina's situation, and indeed, the direction of the attack was correct.

Similarly, if one actively mimics the soul, one might be able to achieve a transformation on another level; knowledge is interconnected.

She immediately thought of some dragon eaters who transformed into dragons, and it was rumored that a very small number of ancient dragons could also become human, and even abandon their dragon identity to turn into a dragon-human form.

There are clues to follow!

Seath the White Dragon in the Dark Souls world conducted numerous experiments. In fact, he and Frilian shared a common language, but unfortunately, that crazy enemy had to be eliminated to prevent further trouble.

As he pondered, Vlam raised his hand triumphantly, and the nail of his right index finger rapidly grew longer, its sharpness revealing itself like a beast's claw.

"The principle by which this change of soul is reflected in the body is reversible."

"Looking at it from another angle, it could temporarily alter one's body shape to make it unpredictable for the enemy. Or could one transform into a dragon and soar through the skies?"

“Master, I think we should use the transformation of the soul to guide the physical body to form a transformation effect. In this form, the magic output can be amplified in all aspects, even surpassing that of the Great Demon Clan.”

The red-haired girl said with great anticipation.

"Wait a minute, don't you think this is weird?"

Millie Adele was puzzled.

Frillie replied dismissively, "It's alright. Magic is a product of imagination, especially since children are very malleable. What appears to be a change is actually a steady-state change. Let Vlame continue his research."

In reality, magic has a singular, specific concept; perhaps the apprentice is creating magic that can transform into a dragon.

There's no need to be nervous; the problem is that you can't do it.

Because her mind was filled with all sorts of rigorous magical theories and logic, and she couldn't help but think about the possibility of failure turning her into a monster, after all, in her view, it belonged to the system logic of the Dark Souls world.

On the surface, the master and apprentice both belong to the same category of soul magic, but subtle differences have already emerged.

She was very happy.

Frillian has no interest in creating a second school of thought like the one she created; she should let her apprentices forge their own unique paths—that's what talent is all about.

Millie Adele sighed, looking at her childhood friend's unconcerned expression, and advised, "Your research on these morphological changes needs to be conducted under her watchful eye to avoid any accidents. But most importantly, you need imagination; you might be creating your own unique magic..."

It's rare to see an alcoholic sober enough to care about others.

Hearing this, Vlame nodded obediently. In her opinion, her magic-obsessed master wanted to meddle in every subject, rushing off without regard for anything else. In comparison, her sister Adele was much calmer; a leisurely attitude was a kind of life philosophy.

The three of them cleared the table together and then enjoyed a leisurely afternoon.