Frilian at Elden Ring

Does Frilian, as a teacher, intend to train a disciple who can stand on his own first? Even a mage-level disciple isn't good enough for her?

Ring!

The carriage arrived with a crisp sound at the manor gate, and Wayne quickly got up and walked forward.

Inside the carriage, Vlame stared wide-eyed at the luxurious courtyard, and couldn't help but exclaim, "I can't believe my master accepted the invitation!"

"Since it's about the Magic Association, it's at least a platform. You'll definitely have to deal with it in the future, so why don't I take a look at what it's like first? Besides, they provide magic books."

"I thought you would say that there will be nothing left in a few hundred years."

"Yes, so consider this as paving the way for my apprentice. Without you, responding to humanity's whims would be a waste of effort."

Frillie shook her head in boredom.

She experienced the period when humans claimed to have founded related organizations when she was alone. She heard about it once, and the next time she inquired, it was gone. She didn't know how to persevere.

Across from him, Vlamé sighed, also aware of this part of history.

She herself was like a thread connecting her master to the civilized world; otherwise, Frilian would probably have preferred to study magic until the end of time, occasionally showing her skills in a major crisis, but otherwise she would probably not be remembered by history.

But this time she finally had a chance to change things, because the people in the Creation Association were also elves, and the oldest known elf at that.

In a sense, Celia is probably the oldest person in the world.

When the carriage stopped, Wayne greeted them respectfully.

He stood at the front, with his butler and eldest son beside him, and a line of servants behind him, with a red carpet extending into the foyer.

It's quite high-spec.

Wayne's power had risen due to the victory in the last defensive battle, but he had not forgotten who brought him there, so he showed the utmost respect, just as he had when they first met.

"It's been a long time, Lady Frilian, Lady Vlame. Thank you both for gracing us with your presence."

"Hello."

The red-haired girl responded with a practiced bow, having seen many similar attempts at courtship and hospitality during city events, thus helping her master avoid many trivial matters.

"I'm mainly interested in spellbooks, and you said it was founded by Celia?"

"That's right, let's go inside and discuss it in detail."

Upon arriving at the reception room, servants brought out tea and refreshments, steaming hot and at a comfortable temperature, clearly prepared in advance. Although they were unaware of the master and disciple's sudden arrival in the city, they still managed to be extremely courteous in their haste.

Sitting in the main seat, Wayne ordered his men to hand over piles of magic books.

It's been a while since Frilian last had the right to borrow books at will, and in that time, something new has emerged.

She immediately began flipping through the pages as if no one else was around, and the city lord, unperturbed, continued his introduction:

The devastating victory at Northwind Fortress prompted even the most conservative kingdoms to consider the widespread adoption of magic, leading to a surge in related personnel. Meanwhile, in the magical city of Seria, she began gathering followers and establishing the framework of an association. Her combined reputation and power quickly propelled the organization's expansion. The demands of war spurred the association's growth, attracting numerous mages to join, with others being invited to join as well…

Gradually, Frilian put down the magic book.

Upon closer listening, it became clear that this group was more serious than before, since there wasn't such a significant threat as the Demon Wars of the past.

Humanity is now so motivated to develop magical technology with all its might that it could lose its life if it doesn't take it seriously. No wonder the association is thriving, especially with Celie's endorsement.

So, this senior is the worldly type? Or is he just looking for fun?

Trying to guess other people's motives is not her style; the key is how well the organization is doing. If the foundation is good, she can go with the flow.

"Lady Frilian, I heard that this letter was written by Lady Celie herself. Please take a look."

Wayne solemnly presented it with both hands, believing it to be an epic encounter between two divine mages, as there should have been no connection between them before.

Disassembling it reveals only one line of text:

"I take the association's affairs quite seriously and won't let it disappear easily. Let's discuss the rest in detail when we meet."

After expressing her attitude, she didn't offer any persuasion, but simply gave a vague invitation and that was it... very much in the style of the elven race, and she truly understood the elven concerns; having her around added a sense of stability.

In addition, the letter also included the emblem of a high mage.

No.

It was a higher level, a strange style that even Frilian wasn't very familiar with.

“My lady, that represents the honorary president. Although this title exists, no one holds it. Only Lady Celie can bear the true title of president. If you accept, then each level of the organization will have a corresponding person, and the structure will be complete.”

"I accept."

Wayne had expected to have to say a lot, but the other party just glanced at the letter and nodded. It probably didn't have many words, right? Was it the tacit understanding of the Elven race?

In short, things are much easier now. Next, I'll explain a few things and get Frilian's signature.

He continued, "Currently, the association's governance is rather lax; everyone does their own thing, and maintaining basic rules is sufficient. Additionally, various regions will provide some conveniences such as passage and taxation. However, some contributions are required in return. Of course, there are no special requirements for the president..."

"There are indeed some contributions I need to make for you. We can't just take the benefits for nothing. I will transfer some special magic to the association."

"It's not some dangerous item, is it? Others might not be able to handle it."

At this point in the conversation, Wayne couldn't help but think of a blooming scarlet flower, and almost shivered.

Besides, the renowned Lightning of Annihilation, Radiant Sword Array, and Angelic Light Pillar are all large-scale, high-damage types, and are certainly difficult to master.

Even just hearing the name of magic from Vlamé was terrifying.

"Don't worry, it's just healing magic."

In reality, the only stable and widely applicable products that Frilian has are those related to healing, because she conducted the most in-depth research in the early stages and strives to make them usable by all the spirits, with the development goal being to popularize them.

The rest are too obscure, or even extremely dangerous.

"Speaking of which, I've also joined the Mage's Association. On behalf of the local branch of the association, I welcome you to join us, President Frillian."

"Ah."

Vlame's eyes lit up as he said, "So Master has become the president now? Suddenly he has the title of a big shot! You don't know that, do you? This is equivalent to the status of a top-level noble."

"It's nothing. As long as you study hard in the future, becoming the president will not be a problem."

"The president is Lady Celie."

"She's not going to stay in that position forever. In ten years or so, she'll probably get bored and claim to be retired to slack off."

Frillian had never seen what Seria looked like and didn't know much about her, but she knew all too well about elves.

Moreover, there are already rumors that the president is taking on apprentices and is probably looking for geniuses. Unfortunately, no matter how talented they are, they can't compare to Vlame's talent. This child is naturally gifted and, with proper training, he will definitely be a once-in-a-lifetime genius.

Thinking of this, the silver-haired girl smiled.

At least in terms of teaching apprentices, I have surpassed Senior Celie. No matter how many geniuses you find, none can compare to the one true disciple who integrates many of my knowledge achievements.

"As the president, do you have the authority to allow newcomers to join directly?"

"Of course."

“Your Highness, I believe that Volame has already possessed the strength of a mage. No further verification is needed; her record speaks for itself, and I believe you have all witnessed Volame’s performance.”

"She is quite active; some seasoned mages have been defeated by her in sparring, not to mention the many magical beasts she has hunted."

"So you, as the local branch leader, also agreed?"

"I couldn't be happier."

The two of them worked together to arrange everything for Vlame, leaving the person involved completely bewildered. Was it really that simple?

Okay, let's just say the association is currently managed rather loosely, but that also means I'll be busier. If I treat it as a platform for tasks, it can indeed be helpful for training, and she'd be happy to take care of the requests from those around her.

The impromptu invitation ended smoothly, with both parties being decisive and quickly completing the registration documents.

As Frilian's apprentice, Vlamem has officially made his debut in the magical world.

Wayne solemnly handed over a badge.

He welcomed it wholeheartedly, as it meant the defenses around the fortress would be further improved, and every additional mage brought greater convenience. As for the elves, he couldn't count on them; they were rarely seen, appearing only once every three to five years was considered frequent.

"real!"

Vlame, who never dreamed of obtaining the qualification of a magician so quickly, felt it was unreal. She thought there would be some cumbersome certification process, but it turned out to be so easy.

I gradually understood why my master accepted the chairman's invitation; he was indeed paving the way.

Having seen this, Wayne was willing to go along with it, especially since the successor's strength was obvious to all.

She will surely rise to a bigger stage in the future.

The city lord coughed lightly and said, "Now that you have accepted the position, you should meet some of my colleagues. Many of them have come from far and wide, and have been waiting for a long time. I hope Lady Frilian can spare some time for them..."

"Of course, it's useful for building the association's network of contacts, isn't it?"

It didn't matter when I was a free agent, but now that I have a fellow elf and an apprentice's organization, it's definitely worth doing my best to help them.

Seeing that things were going smoothly and that Frilian was willing to cooperate, Wayne immediately summoned the noble representatives who were there. After all, the invitation was originally made in the form of a public banquet, and now that everyone was there, it would be a good opportunity to make a brief appearance and allow the association to spread its influence to the central region.

Can it work?

Vlame looked at her relaxed master with great suspicion. Then everyone was pulled away to change into formal attire and get their makeup done, highlighting that they had to cram at the last minute and didn't know any aristocratic etiquette.

With the help of the maid, the two changed into elaborate formal attire.

Surprisingly, Frillie was quite skilled, while she, unsurprisingly, was clumsy.

"Sir, you just need to cooperate with us."

"Oh, sorry."

Fortunately, the maids were very patient and took the opportunity to give some pointers on things to keep in mind, but they didn't pay much attention to the master.

The silver-haired girl's headdress remained unchanged, only her hair was styled. A sapphire necklace adorned her swan-like neck, complementing her delicate collarbones. A black dress perfectly accentuated her curves, and high heels compensated for the height difference, making her figure flawless. No extra embellishment was needed; the simplest makeup highlighted her natural beauty, befitting the elven race with the highest average attractiveness.

Even more surprisingly, they were a perfect match. At this moment, Frillie and her attire complemented each other perfectly, and a noble air that was hidden beneath her weary appearance arose spontaneously.

The first impression is that she comes from an extraordinary background, but isn't the master a country girl?

Vlame's lips twitched.

Just when I thought I understood my master, he would display some unusual, unpredictable, and unfathomable qualities. Who knows what the ancient mage of the divine era experienced? It's all buried in the past.

"It's rare that you're willing to chat with those people. What are your plans?"

"Of course, it's about getting them to invest in the Magic Association. After all, I'm the president now, and I have to take responsibility."

"That's not like you at all."

"Yes, I might not be interested next time, so let's take this opportunity to advance the association's development. On a larger scale, the popularization of magic will benefit all of us."