Frilian at Elden Ring

Even the edge of a flood will disappear if it touches the edge.

I originally planned to use the Starfall technique taught by Teacher Seren, but the area-of-effect attack is difficult to control, so I'll save it for next time.

The elves watching from the sidelines were stunned. "Okay, we get it," they thought, "we know your training methods are extraordinary, practically suicidal." What's a risk to ordinary people is nonexistent in their eyes.

"With all this noise, can't people even take a nap?!"

Miriam Adele, grumbling as she got up from Frillie's house, looked out the window and saw a beam of light shoot into the sky, parting the mountains and dispersing the thick clouds.

what?

The familiar magical aura told her that at least there was no demonic invasion, but it was still too spectacular.

"That child has really suffered, but he's certainly broadened his horizons. Did you feel it? The invincible power of this divine mage."

The training ground has been completely destroyed, leaving no trace.

The barrier that was used to suppress the shockwave had long since shattered and was now useless, because the master and apprentice had underestimated the destructive power of their constant experimentation with new techniques. Fortunately, no one else was injured.

As the silver-haired girl slowed down her magical output, the long-lasting storm came to an end.

The one who was most distressed was Vlame, who was crouching behind a boulder with his head in his hands, forming a barrier. Unlike the previous first-person perspective of the demon war, this time all the attacks were aimed at him.

Now I understand how desperate the demon vanguard was back then.

Click.

The sound of footsteps indicated that the distance between them and Frilian was closing. For top-tier experts, there was no hiding; everything was within their perception range. They couldn't give up now; they had to demonstrate their progress to their master as much as possible, otherwise they wouldn't be satisfied.

With this thought in mind, Vlamé calmed himself and poured in his remaining magic, reshaping his soul state in an unprecedented way—

The silver-haired girl stopped in her tracks.

A new, threatening surge of magic, similar to the Full Moon Queen's original summoning—no, a summoning mediated by herself.

What leaped out from behind the boulder was a flying dragon, its sharp claws slamming into her body. The barrier blocked it, but it shattered the next moment, neutralizing the attack. It was Vlame's barrier spell.

A sharp claw sliced ​​off a strand of hair, and at the same time, she saw the whole thing clearly:

The spell was imbued with materialized magic, and then guided by soul magic, it was given a physical form and matching explosive power. So that's how it works.

"Good idea. Then we can use stronger magic. It's like a medium for armor."

"of course."

Flying Dragon grasped Hellfire and Annihilation Lightning in his left and right hands respectively, aiming at the target. At the critical moment, Frilian lightly stepped on the ground to raise a clay doll to block, thinking that mass defense would not be easily broken—wrong.

The magic, now with a significantly increased power, swept in with overwhelming force, including the enormous dragon's body. Despite its magic being almost depleted, it still unleashed Vorame's attack.

The dragon's magic was neutralized by the distorted light barrier, but the clenched pink fist struck its abdomen, hitting it squarely.

The silver-haired girl was thrown ten meters by the impact, crashing into a tree and snapping it in two. The red-haired girl, on the other hand, collapsed to her knees, panting, but a smile remained on her face.

"This time it was a genuine blow; did you feel the true damage to your soul?"

"Kids just don't lack imagination."

Frillie casually took a selfie to heal her soul.

It turns out that being hit by a true soul injury would cause stiffness, but the amount of soul in the body is so strong that it can be consumed, so it is not afraid of the same type of injury.

"Master always uses encouragement in his teaching. Actually, you didn't hit accurately from beginning to end, and you even banned the warrior style. Plus, you always defended first when you fought..."

"Let's just say you're so strong that I can't guarantee safety while releasing water."

"Really?"

Seeing the silver-haired girl nod solemnly, even the exhausted Vlame couldn't help but feel overjoyed. After all, her master's evaluation carried the most weight, so she was probably no less capable than the Great Magician.

Little did she know that Frilian was struggling with her decision. Having only seen the power of the Great Demon Clan, she was completely unaware of the level of the Sage, the Seven Collapse Sage.

Practice makes perfect, but I have no practical experience.

Should we let our children go out and get more exercise?

133

Chapter 133 News of the Fallen King's Tomb.

"Master, with my current strength, I should be able to explore the maze, right? Besides, you said that I would be with you."

Vlame, panting, challenged him to a duel.

"Let's rest for two days and then set off."

You're not the only one looking forward to exploring the maze; I'm also planning to give it a try.

"Great."

Having made up their minds, the two began to carefully repair the training ground. Of course, the main force was Frilian, since the red-haired girl was so tired that she was leaning against a tree and not moving, looking like she was about to fall asleep at any moment.

Other Pokémon joined in, working together to repair the central arena.

They never imagined that something with such a rocky base would crumble at the slightest touch, and how intense the attack and defense between the two sides had become.

The sparring between the monster master and his apprentice was actually no less intense than a real battlefield.

However, everyone felt more at ease and began to look at this young woman, Vulame, with new respect. To have reached such a level at such a young age meant the village now had a permanent strong presence, and she could even cultivate alongside everyone else; she brought vitality to this secluded land.

"That's quite a big fuss."

Upon hearing the news, Millie Adele shaded her eyes and looked around. She was shocked to see the area riddled with potholes, the vegetation reduced to ashes, and the clouds in the sky unable to close up for a long time.

She clicked her tongue in amazement. It was quite normal for a childhood sweetheart to be able to do it, but it was absurd for another rival to be able to hold on.

Vlame was fast asleep with his head down.

"Please take the child back so he doesn't catch a cold tonight. I need to stay at the training ground to repair and reinforce the equipment."

“I am not her nanny.”

"We'll be setting off for the city the day after tomorrow to resupply and inquire about the Tomb of the Fallen King. We might buy some good wine along the way. Are you interested?"

"okay."

Millie Adele carried the red-haired girl with great enthusiasm. The girl felt incredibly solid, not soft at all. She was like a boulder, still retaining the strong muscle reaction from the battle, as solid as a rock.

You think Vlamé will catch a cold? That's getting more and more absurd, just like you.

Despite her complaints, she still waved and left, after all, the child really needed rest.

Frillie nodded and continued the repairs. With the mage's levitation skills, she could quickly clear away the ruins. As for the bedrock, she only needed relevant elemental magic and some additional reinforcements to make it able to withstand a city-breaking attack.

"Interesting, could it be used to create magical structures?"

She drifted into a daze, thinking of the various magnificent wonders at the border.

The elves watched as the silver-haired girl began to devise new experiments.

Geniuses always have countless inspirations, and what's even more amazing is that they can always bring them to fruition, so it's no surprise.

Two days later.

The traces of the training battle gradually faded, and the elf village returned to tranquility, still as quiet as ever, maintaining its retirement atmosphere except for the occasional exercise by the active elves.

Frillie got up early in the morning to pack her luggage and trim the flowers and plants.

"That's rare."

The neighbor's elf was quite surprised, "You actually get up early?"

"I've slept long enough."

"Or perhaps you want to set an example for your apprentices? Although you probably won't admit it, people always unconsciously develop a sense of responsibility when they have younger generations, even for us lazy elves."

After finishing his conversation, the neighbor went back to sleep.

The silver-haired girl tilted her head, thinking that it was probably because being woken up by Volamei pulling the blanket was an unpleasant experience, so she decided to behave herself.

"Good morning!"

A vibrant voice came from behind; it was indeed the energetic Vlamé.

In terms of recovery ability and physical strength, they are no less than a soldier.

After breakfast, they packed their bags, mainly carrying some money and purchasing some supplies, as they might be staying there for an extended period of time.

set off.

The outer perimeter of the Elf Forest remained untouched by the various magical storms, lush and verdant, filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, evergreen throughout the year. Unlike the cold north or mountainous regions, the land beneath their feet was always vibrant with life, and the air was filled with sweet aromas.

Especially in recent years, with less rampage by demons and fewer forest fires caused by frequent wars, the ecology has recovered quite well.

Therefore, they arrived at the fortress city without any hindrance.

"What a big change!"

Frilian could no longer see the temporary fortifications outside the city, such as barbed wire, moats, and towers.

Instead, there were many more merchants catering to travelers from afar, and the entry checks were more lenient. It was easier to pass through by using the family crest given to us by Commander Wayne back then. The former battlefield now served as a hub for travelers from all directions.

"Master, there are still many changes to come. You'll see them in a moment."

Vlame smiled mysteriously.

"I think you've become more famous since you haven't been here for a while?"

Since stepping through the city gate, he has attracted frequent glances, with passersby showing admiration on their faces. However, as everyone knows, elves are aloof by nature and therefore did not come to greet him.

But Frillie heard all the chatter.

"He is a great hero of Northwind Fortress. It's been about four years since I last saw him."

"Why does it feel like it took longer? But it's true, without that initial attack, the cities leading to the central region would have been wide open. I still get chills thinking about it..."

"That must be Vlame, right? Is he going to challenge some unlucky mage again today?"

Judging from their discussion, the apprentice actually took the initiative to ask for advice, and most likely ended up beating up the other person to gain experience.

Frillian gave the person involved a meaningful look. "This is different from what you said." The red-haired girl scratched her head, pretending not to know, and quickly changed the subject, saying, "By the way, there are also some people who want to ask Master for guidance."

Indeed, some even tried to ask her for advice, but were stopped. They clearly sensed the silver-haired girl's aloof and unapproachable demeanor.

Of course, there is another reason:

During the war, there were many discerning magicians who could see that even after being suppressed several times, the magical power still had an immense and boundless reaction, which was nothing short of a miracle.