Frilian at Elden Ring

While cleaning up the association's branch office, the news spread like wildfire:

The magicians of the Age of Gods openly teach magic.

Undoubtedly explosive news, it's like dropping a bomb on the still relatively peaceful central part of the mainland, attracting attention from all sides. Putting everything else aside, can't we at least join in the fun? Let's take a look.

Furthermore, now that Frilian is the honorary president and her status is growing daily, it is necessary to cultivate a good relationship with her.

Even Celia heard about it and sent people from headquarters to the scene.

Her encouraging attitude drew more attention.

If she weren't busy with headquarters construction and also trying to deter the demons who were showing signs of activity, Celie would definitely want to meet her famous junior.

Even though Frilian herself didn't seem to care much, the number of people coming to visit her increased rapidly.

For her, it was simply a matter of doing her job with love and fulfilling her responsibilities as president. She never expected to be elevated to such a high position, even to the point of seeming like a deliberate attempt to undermine her. But it doesn't matter; the plan remains unchanged, and she will continue along the original path…

Time flies, and the branch has already set up the open classroom, while giving the audience enough time to travel.

Or rather, a theater.

As more and more people signed up to participate, a tiered seating structure resembling a theater had to be built around the manor, which could accommodate up to 2000 people.

Inside the office, the master and apprentice were putting together the final lesson plans.

At this moment, Wayne brought good news: "If we include the audience on the periphery, the number will exceed 5000."

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Vlame rubbed her temples. She had never been so flamboyant in front of so many people before. Would it even work? Her heart was racing.

"Are the wounded ready?"

Frillie maintained a calm and composed expression throughout.

"Don't worry, as you instructed, I have found the injured and the people who have been affected by all sorts of strange magical influences and have developed intractable diseases... To be honest, I have tried all sorts of methods, but I'm afraid it will be very difficult to cure them."

"Don't worry about such a small matter, Commander Wayne. Just keep an eye on the surrounding area."

"Volamey, you'll be my teaching assistant."

"As ordered."

The two answered in unison. For some reason, when the lazy elf seriously gave orders, there was always an aura of an inviolable superior, which made them subconsciously tremble with fear.

After the final arrangements were completed, they walked together into the courtyard, forming a dense, dark mass of people, attracting everyone's attention.

Vlamé's throat tightened as he witnessed this spectacle for the first time.

Fortunately, I, as a teaching assistant, don't have to speak, otherwise I wouldn't be able to open my mouth later. These people's eyes are full of scrutiny, doubt, or contempt, they're quite sharp.

Suddenly, the silver-haired girl, who was a step ahead, raised her staff high, and golden light shone forth.

The golden oath is made!

However, its specially modified physique, tailored to real-life babies, emphasizes enhanced defense and recovery, and most importantly, replenishes stamina and eliminates fatigue. Upon its appearance, everyone felt a warmth spread through their bodies, and an abundance of power surged forth—it was incredible.

"What's going on? Is there such a thing as magic that amplifies physical abilities?"

"The increase is not unusual, but the effect is too good, and it activates quickly."

"From what I understand, they're not universally applicable..."

Before everyone could continue their whispered discussion, Frilian activated her new ability once again: Magic Realm.

A massive blue aura enveloped the entire venue, and everyone present felt the magic becoming more active, the energy surging with excitement. There was no doubt about it; it was a simple and direct power-amplifying spell.

Then Frilian used her signature spell, the most common spell in the elven village:

Sunlight therapy.

A healing force that touched the soul spread, and nearby, those wounded who were considered beyond saving were found to be gradually recovering. They had thought their lives were over, but unexpectedly, a turning point had occurred!

The silver-haired girl walked over and asked with a smile, "How are you? Are you feeling alright? The wound will continue to heal for a while."

"Thank you, Archmage."

"Everything is fine, you are truly our benefactor."

"Don't overdo it, or people will think you're a shill."

In fact, everyone firmly believed it, because even if they were not injured, they had some bumps and bruises, and even had hidden injuries accumulated over the years, but now they felt nothing at all.

It's simple and direct, completely seizing the initiative. Nothing is more convincing than the absolute power of magic.

Believe it.

It's unbelievable. Even disregarding all magical properties, to cover 5000 people with a single attack three times in a row without batting an eye—what level of skill is that? Unheard of, it's practically a miracle. I can't even imagine what would happen if it were offensive magic.

There's no need to imagine, because the demons have experienced it firsthand; the ability to shatter an army in a single blow is no exaggeration.

Judging from Frilian's relaxed and carefree demeanor, even facing an army of ten thousand would be no problem; numbers are meaningless in front of her.

"Please be quiet."

The sound, processed through audio transmission, silenced the entire venue.

Her authority penetrated people's hearts in just a few breaths, and all was silent as soon as she said this.

"These are the spells I'm going to teach you. I'll be teaching them publicly, and I'll answer any questions on the spot, striving to ensure that anyone with a basic level of magic can use them, even with minimal effort. I'll explain them in order of difficulty, from simple to complex. So, let's begin."

There was no unnecessary self-introduction; they went straight to the point, neither intending to leave any reputation nor caring how many people came.

Frilian gave Volamey a wink, and the latter immediately began writing notes on the huge blackboard. If necessary, he would also demonstrate different forms of magic with his master.

It was indeed as easy as she said; all she had to do was be a tool.

Gradually, Vlamé adapted.

The master and student quickly got into the swing of things, mastering the teaching style, and soon the golden oath was shining brightly. Many people tried it on the spot, and there were already successful cases.

Although the enhancement ratio, time, and consumption vary, they are all effective.

too strong.

Its strength lies in its universality; it can be easily passed on to another person, and its spread is so strong that there is no worry about development.

Even some apprentices radiated a warm glow, clearly proving its feasibility. All one had to do was follow the instructions written on the blackboard, highlighting its simplicity, convenience, and lack of brainpower.

“Well done, Vlamé, you know more about teaching than I do.”

Frillie smiled with satisfaction. The reason she had her apprentice write on the blackboard was because she truly understood how to break down knowledge and feed it to others.

He always studied on his own, incorporating a wide variety of techniques.

In the eyes of others, a great teacher produces a great student.

The master knew best that it was all thanks to the apprentice, otherwise he would have been completely clueless. It was fortunate that he found her when she was a blank slate, which made it easier to train her.

"give it to me."

Compared to her initial awkwardness, Vlamé is now more relaxed.

The shock brought by the Golden Oath was too strong. Who knew that there was such a simple and easy-to-understand amplification magic in the world? Moreover, it was specifically designed to target the mage's weakness of being fragile, making them more durable. Only by staying alive can one deal damage.

Then Frillie demonstrated derivative uses:

“We can reinforce the key areas, such as the head and heart.”

"For those with high magical power, they can actively and continuously supply oath-based buffs; the extra magical power can offset some of the incoming magical power, minimizing damage..."

Does this work too?

People gradually realized that the style of the God Era Magician was a complete integration, even teaching you variations of magic usage.

At the same time, Frilian emphasized that oaths require intense emotions, driven by imagination and feelings, which naturally excludes demons who lack emotional fluctuations, not to mention differences in physical constitution.

That's why we dare to make it public so openly, and we're not afraid of you imitating us.

Moreover, the truly valuable ones are the inventors, the brilliant divine magicians who are willing to stand by their side.

"So, I've explained the key points of the oath made in gold to you all. Do you have any questions?"

"My protective gear doesn't provide full coverage..."

The bizarre questions that came up were giving Vlame a headache; even a few words made his lips twitch. How did you find this oversight?

The world of geniuses and ordinary people is too far apart. Just because she can replicate her master's magic doesn't mean others can, and problems might even arise at unexpected steps. Even the questioner sometimes feels embarrassed, but Frilian patiently answers.

So patient.

Or perhaps for elves, it was simply a way to pass the time and do research, which complemented each other perfectly.

Vlame suddenly realized that perhaps his teaching experience had gone too smoothly, making his master unsure of his teaching abilities, which was why he tried to interact with him.

The discussion about the oath made with gold gradually came to an end after quite some time.

By this time, her writing on the blackboard had become so thick it resembled a wall, necessitating its removal and replacement with a new blackboard. However, Frillie showed no sign of stopping, taking a sip of water to moisten her throat before continuing.

It's as if I'm going to keep talking until the very end.

The apprentice will accompany him to the end.

Vlamé accepted the bread offered by the manor servant to stave off hunger, and while eating, he continued to scribble notes in his usual flamboyant style. This was a task that no one else could accomplish; only those who regularly listened to Frilian's explanations could understand her jumping steps.

Because I'm too lazy to explain some "obvious and simple" principles, I have to write out the logical connections myself.

The master seems to welcome all listeners, but he is not capable of popularizing magic.

The two can leverage their strengths by working together.

The explanation of the magical realm went more smoothly and gradually improved.

Because it works by creating a siphon effect that triggers magical resonance, combining with itself to unleash more magical damage, it is relatively easy to master.

Even so, it's not easy to modify a spell like Frilian's into one that everyone can use.

There are countless forms of magic in the world, but many remain buried or wither away quickly because they cannot find a suitable candidate. Now, she is trying to create a universal solution, which is undoubtedly revolutionary.

Buzz!

Blue runes of varying sizes and density flashed continuously in the venue, indicating rapid progress.

"I did it! It really is possible."

"The power has increased by at least two times, and this should not be the limit."

Everyone began experimenting with the magical realm. Although it sacrificed mobility, it proved highly beneficial for the mage squads on the battlefield.