Frilian at Elden Ring

Surpassing any known human mage, one wonders if this magical power can ever be exhausted. Moreover, his past exploits are still circulating, and they are genuine. There's no need to overestimate one's abilities and challenge a legendary figure, who might just be an ancient monster from the mythological era.

I'm not old at all; I'm considered young among elves.

She'd grown accustomed to these speculative discussions; she'd just let it be.

An air of mystery can reduce some trouble.

And so, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the master and apprentice walked into the main road, where they even found things to buy at the shops at a bargain price.

Just then, as they entered the city's central square, Frilian suddenly stopped, realizing what Vlamé meant by "the greater change"—a bronze statue of herself had been erected.

Its carving has a certain charm, especially its cold and aloof temperament. The simple posture of holding a staff exudes a sense of majesty.

"Master, what do you think? What's your opinion?"

"Metals are not as corrosion-resistant as I am."

"What kind of answer is that!"

Halfway through her rant, the red-haired girl's eyes darted around as she murmured, "That's quite philosophical."

"Stop with the philosophical talk, let's get down to business. Let's go make the purchases and then gather some information."

"This is a statue to be erected, a tremendous honor, especially since very few people have left their mark on Northwind Fortress. Doesn't Master care at all?"

"You're still young..."

Frillie pouted halfway through her sentence, her hands behind her back, looking sullen. She hated this kind of opening gesture the most.

"To be honest, from a negative perspective, statues are erected so that they can be toppled someday. As history progresses, humanity will have all sorts of ideologies, and then some of the symbols of the past will unfortunately become targets."

"On a positive note, it's meaningless on a longer timescale. The war against the demons will continue, and more heroes will emerge. My achievements are nothing special."

"However, I strongly encourage you to pursue power, prestige, and merit; youth needs goals."

As a race known for its long lifespan, the elves even surpass the demons, with the most outstanding among them living to the heavens. Therefore, Frilian will inevitably experience major changes in human history in the future, most likely more than once.

Therefore, she didn't care about leaving a name.

It would be truly dangerous to live to witness certain individuals distorting the truth, twisting facts, and smearing heroes.

It's even harder to stay calm when you're one of the people involved.

Humans don't care; they close their eyes and kick their legs, not caring about what happens after they die.

The goddess's teachings are said to exist in heaven. Does that heaven know about these horrible things? Or have all the priests become saints?

Therefore, in the border region, Frilian can be a little more proactive in her symmetry king's domination, since it is under the rule of the Eternal Dynasty, which is in line with the elven race's concept of time, and the achievements she leaves behind will make her feel that she has really done something.

Reality aside, in the end, it all becomes insignificant under the scrutiny of human history. Regardless of their strength or weakness, they are the most numerous and directly determine the underlying narratives of history.

I don't care.

This was her undisguised attitude, which is why Frilian showed little interest in the sculpture in front of her.

“Disciple, do you believe that even if my statue is still there after a long time, I may not look like myself, but rather like what people think I should look like?”

"I won't let that happen!"

Hearing Vlame's youthful and impetuous words, she no longer denied them, smiled and continued on her way. She appreciated his intentions, but life is unpredictable.

After the little incident, the master and apprentice continued shopping. Although they were shopping, they bought some odds and ends from the shops, such as some utensils that were said to have been unearthed from the tomb of the King of Lingluo.

The silver-haired girl in front of the container carefully examined the textured containers in front of her.

Soil infected with the Ionian Flower would be good, perfect for replenishing the lost test samples. She was tempted, but her apprentice might stop her from buying indiscriminately, while the shopkeeper's description was incredibly enticing…

Just as he was pondering, Vlame boasted, "Master, although I haven't found a magic to authenticate the authenticity of cultural relics, I have found a magic to compare their ages."

"The world is full of wonders, let's give it a try now."

With a flick of her staff, she caused her magic to resonate with the magic of the pottery jar—a simple and direct approach indeed.

That's why Frillian likes the reality magic system—it's full of everyday life hacks, with single effects that are absolutely conceptual, and incredibly diverse. It's a pity it's not widely used; otherwise, perhaps combining two spells could have resulted in a revolutionary breakthrough.

The vast majority of them originated in small, relatively closed societies with underdeveloped transportation; otherwise, human civilization could have progressed even further.

"Older than you, it's probably the real deal."

"Then I'll buy it."

"Your Excellency, I already told you that this is a genuine artifact unearthed from the tomb of the Fallen King."

The boss smiled smugly, "And I'll give you a 20% discount, guaranteed to be economical and affordable."

"Actually, we'd like to know more about the situation over there. Is it easy to travel there?"

"That's really unfortunate. I heard that there are small groups of demons fighting over there, and the battle has affected the excavation work. It's currently under lockdown and many roads leading there have been blocked. Although it's not a problem for Lady Frilian to go in, given her reputation, it's quite dangerous."

The boss continued to advise, "The main body of the tomb has not yet been excavated. I suggest we wait a while longer, as this kind of thing takes a lot of time."

"Or will you stay here for a long time and wait to be excavated?"

The master and apprentice exchanged bewildered glances. The danger was a minor issue; the key was the excavation's progress. They couldn't afford to wait. They couldn't help anyway. Construction could be aided by magic, but archaeology required professionalism and protection, and they didn't want to break any of the artifacts.

They were initially full of enthusiasm and planned to rush in and explore thoroughly, but the maze turned out to be more difficult to navigate than expected, probably because the frontline personnel ran into a wall.

pity.

A super-large maze cannot be completed in a day or two; it takes years.

Frillian stated frankly, "I need to sleep frequently and can only go on long trips occasionally. Ideally, I should enter the core of the labyrinth in one operation. So I need to wait for intelligence, otherwise it will be a waste of time."

"It's rare that Master says it's a waste of time. Anyway, it's just one training session, so there's no rush. I also have many ideas for becoming stronger that I need to test first."

Vlamé also felt it wasn't worth it.

Although they came up empty-handed, the shopkeeper still provided them with some relevant information, including a survey map showing the excavation progress around the tomb.

It will likely take quite some time to develop this trend; slow and steady wins the race.

As expected of a labyrinth known for its mythical features, it's incredibly difficult to conquer, hence its widespread reputation. Since it's merely for training, the two, driven by their thirst for exploration, can afford to wait; there's no rush.

In particular, Frilian currently has no plans to travel far from home in the long term.

The management of the border area has reached a critical stage, as the decaying creatures in the Galid region are showing signs of activity.

so troublesome.

It's impossible to expect everyone to behave themselves for ten years. There must be some hidden force plotting something. To be on the safe side, she'd better keep a close eye on things.

If there's new progress in the study of scarlet corruption, let's not delay any longer.

After much thought, she concluded that the demons were amassing military strength, Vlame was growing in power, and Galid was brewing disaster, so it was a safer period to stay in the elven village.

The quick-witted and obedient apprentice spoke first: "I need to cultivate for a while longer. Thank you, boss. See you later."

"Yes, we look forward to your next visit."

The two parties have always had a pleasant working relationship. It is rare for a small shop to have a stable customer base, especially one that is the famous Divine Era Magician and his personal disciple.

People used to think that Vlame was just lucky, but now they have to admit that this child is a genius. The number of magicians, monsters and even demons who have been defeated by her is not small. She is definitely one of the pillars of human combat power in the future.

Just as the two stepped out of the shop, they were met by a carriage escorted by soldiers and a waiter.

"Your Excellency Frilian, my master, Lord Wayne, cordially invites you to a banquet."

"I don't like crowds."

"How about a private meeting? I'm sure you'll find the topic interesting."

134

Chapter 134 The President.

The city lord's mansion.

In the reception room, Wayne waited anxiously, unsure whether Frilian, with her aloof nature, would agree to come to the somewhat noisy manor.

While waiting, he looked at the invitation in front of him and gave instructions to the butler:

"Prepare everything that needs to be handed over to Lady Frilian. Even if she doesn't accept it, the message must still be conveyed."

"As ordered."

Countless people tried to win over the magicians of the Age of Gods, but they lacked the means to do so. Originally, his personal disciple, Vlame, was one possible channel, but he was often unavailable and too adept at making excuses, resulting in a flood of letters being sent to the city lord.

After all, he had some interaction with Frillie when he was the commander, and together they won the battle that changed the landscape of the central region.

"There's nothing of value in this; the only message I really want to convey is this..."

Wayne produced a letter bearing the insignia of a staff.

The newly established association of monks is inviting outstanding individuals from all walks of life.

Moreover, Celia is behind this. I never expected that such a legendary figure would instigate this. This has rekindled my interest after a long time. It certainly cannot be taken lightly.

No one can ignore this man's will. Similarly, we must be fully prepared to welcome another equally important figure. Today, the mansion is quite lively.

Not only that.

Besides him, the city also had envoys, nobles, and representatives of organizations from the Southern Kingdom, all joining in the grand event.

On one hand, he wanted to visit Commander Wayne, who was famous in high society, and on the other hand, he planned to pay homage to the legendary magician of the Age of Gods.

Although Frilian is far less active in the spotlight than Celie, her reputation and achievements are impeccable. Over the years, her fame has spread further and gained momentum, thanks in no small part to her apprentice's promotion.

Vlamé, the most talented person of her generation, was her personal disciple.

"Speaking of which, the wyvern monsters that wreaked havoc in the elven forest and along the trade routes last time were thanks to Vlame's hunting, but I didn't get a chance to give her the reward..."

Wayne opened the memo.

The butler reminded him, "That person will return to the forest after the operation, so you'd better pay him as soon as possible."

"Geniuses always have something that sets them apart from ordinary people."

From an ordinary person's perspective, Vlame seems a bit of a homebody, even though he is strong enough to be active and make a name for himself.

"It must have been Lady Frilian who taught him, since the styles of master and apprentice are quite similar. Besides, the mage Vlame is still young; if you force him in, he'd be a scout. He's not at the level to fight demons yet."

"I almost forgot her age!"

He's only a little over ten years old, but his maturity, composure, and formidable strength often make people overlook this fact.

The potential of the human race is fully manifested in Volamere; with each meeting, there is a further increase in magical energy, growing stronger day by day with no end in sight. Moreover, the momentum is becoming increasingly fierce, and he will surely experience another explosive growth around the time he reaches adulthood.