Frilian at Elden Ring

Imagine a group of mages, under cover, standing in a magical realm on a sufficiently large battlefield, unleashing coordinated spells together. What would happen? They would absolutely blast a large area at once, easily achieving a wide-area kill effect, a terrifying prospect.

Moreover, it strengthens the power of the underlying logic, so it is easy to imagine that its adaptability is extremely strong.

"It's very useful, whether on the battlefield against the demons or in other situations."

Some nobles exclaimed, "Make it popular immediately so that all our mages can learn it!"

"What an unexpected bonus. As expected of Lady Frilian, she doesn't care about the explosion."

"It's going to get exciting."

The astute Vlamé overheard these discussions.

Rather than the mages' pure admiration, worship, or excitement, most of the envoys and nobles were discussing its military value. This was true; the hypothetical enemy wasn't just the demons—it was simply too useful.

Although how a magic is applied is not something the creator can decide, she still felt a little uneasy.

"Master, don't humans always think about how to kill their own kind?"

Upon hearing this, the silver-haired girl turned around and replied in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Volamey, our magic will not bring peace, but will ignite even greater war on earth."

"The primary application of technological advancements will undoubtedly be in the military; no one can shake that position. Don't worry about minor details, and don't take on responsibilities that aren't yours. We are researchers and educators; let's understand our role."

"The audience is a mixed bag, and you can't decide where they'll be used. Let the impure ones continue down that path; everyone has their own choices."

Frillie's words made the red-haired girl nod sincerely.

Whatever.

It's not my place to worry; I should focus more on cultivating magic itself. Besides, the demon race remains dominant, and humanity is currently more united than conflict-ridden, prioritizing the survival of our race.

Seeing that Vlamé had recovered, she was relieved; good children don't need much teaching to understand.

In fact, she was well aware that in the future, humans would use their magic against each other, but she couldn't throw the baby out with the bathwater. In fact, on a larger scale, it would also drive technological progress.

Moreover, Frilian left behind methods to reduce casualties:

"...I will teach you the last magic of this open class: Sunlight Healing."

"It's very difficult."

As soon as the words were spoken, there was complete silence. The discussion about the previous spell stopped, and everyone's eyes focused on one spot.

They couldn't agree more with this conclusion. First, healing magic was extremely rare, and second, the power that Frilian displayed was profound and complex, clearly difficult to learn and understand.

But what I learned was priceless.

They were certain that the world's greatest healing magic had appeared, in the hands of Frilian, and that she would never keep it hidden.

"This is the gentle act of sharing the blessings of miracles with others; it cannot be used by anyone but the selfless. One must have a compassionate heart focused on life itself. Be prepared and let the magic flow. Release it not for yourself, but to save others; even the soul can be soothed—"

The silver-haired girl unleashed her warm energy once again, which was refreshing and delightful.

Humanistic concern is probably the most prominent part of her magical style. Every move is full of burning emotion, and only the human spirit can master it.

However, amidst a series of bangs, all the imitators failed.

"This is normal, don't worry."

Frillie continued, "The reason we've put sunlight therapy last is because it's not something most people can learn right away. We'll demonstrate a simplified version step by step. It's up to you, Vlame."

"Yes, master."

The red-haired girl held up a ball of light, displaying the results of different spells as much as possible.

As expected of a disciple of the God-Era Magician.

Her spellcasting fundamentals are solid; she can wield a staff without chanting or using it with ease, while perfectly controlling the output of a top-tier spell.

Sunlight healing works perfectly in Vlame's hands, and he is very compatible with users of soul-based magic.

That's right.

Only after possessing the strongest healing magic did Frilian allow her to move freely. Coupled with various defenses and her own expertise in barrier magic, her defense was maxed out.

As she continued to demonstrate, someone finally managed to release a wisp of something.

Unfortunately, their performance is far inferior to that of the master and apprentice. So far, only the magic they have cast can be considered a true healer of all living beings. The others lack some magic power and even less the grandeur that matches their magical might.

"This is too difficult. It really is the world's number one healing magic. I can't use it."

"I've reached my limit, I'm out of magic."

“It is a miracle even in the entire history of magic, how could you possibly learn it so easily?”

Despite racking their brains and exhausting themselves, they could not recreate that sacred, majestic, and gentle temperament, let alone heal others. At most, they could only radiate light; there was still a long way to go.

However, some priests gradually learned the trick and were able to confine a beam of light to relieve the pain.

Although it is far from the level of Frilian's ability to bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded, it has found a direction, which should be in line with the priest's abilities.

"It's done!"

"Don't be too smug, it's only for one person."

"I'll save as many as I can. Besides praying to the goddess, I'll also thank President Frilian."

"Well, no wonder you succeeded."

The priest, specializing in the magic of the goddess's prayer and regularly helping numerous people, is taking the lead and becoming increasingly adept. In any case, he has finally managed to spread the art of sunlight healing, and even though it is difficult, its transmission will be full of vitality.

The master and apprentice exchanged a glance, smiled broadly, and despite their exhaustion, they had gained a great deal. Teaching and imparting knowledge always brings a sense of satisfaction; it's enough to be able to help one's fellow countrymen.

Frillie announced loudly, "That concludes today's lesson. See you later."

She was as free and easy as she had been when she arrived, waving goodbye and leaving without giving anyone a chance to stop her.

Vlame leaped down from the high stool, dusted himself off with chalk, bowed to the crowd, and followed the silver-haired girl quickly toward the manor building, looking quite pleased from behind.

Come to an abrupt end?

Everyone remained seated, feeling as if the unhurried explanation still lingered in their ears.

The Magic Association has truly stumbled upon a once-in-a-millennium VIP!

136

Chapter 136 Vlame: I am the only disciple.

Even after Frilian and Vlamé had left the classroom, the audience remained captivated, staring intently at the dense notes on the blackboard.

"It's incredible."

"Even if I can only use a ray of sunlight, the healing effect is very strong."

"It's a completely new school of magic; it should be called the Protection school."

A name suggested by a mage was met with nods of approval from the crowd. It was indeed a name that specialized in the field of protection, which was rare in the magical world and completely ignored.

In the past, it was generally left to priests, who at most had the power to dispel negative statuses and resist curses, making it more of a support role and difficult to popularize.

The three spells that Frilian has revealed so far are all extremely powerful, and their starting point is at the top of their respective categories.

The Golden Tree stands as a symbol of responsibility for conventional defense.

The Magic Realm is specifically designed to enhance the explosive power of mages.

Sunlight therapy is truly miraculous.

They also bear another clear indication: they were carefully polished by their inventors. In other words, Frilian had intended to promote them from the very beginning, showing no trace of secrecy, and this imagination probably also endowed magic with inclusiveness.

What kind of person can be so selfless? The sheer spirit of pioneering magic embodied in such a person is truly remarkable.

When they came to their senses, they realized it was too quiet; everyone was lost in thought, having forgotten something.

Crash.

Applause resounded throughout the hall, with thousands rising to their feet to applaud and cheer. Although the person in question probably didn't care at all, they still offered their respect for the pure and powerful mage.

"Frilian has been kind to me, and I will remember her kindness."

"These magical items are priceless and immeasurable, yet they were given away? That's a bit like Celia's style."

"It's because we don't understand true strength."

Sitting in the front row, Wayne finally felt relieved after hearing so many praises. The open class was a great success. In any case, Frilian's reputation resounded throughout the Central Region, and it wasn't just because of her military achievements.

When the honorary president is also a renowned professor who has taught hundreds or even thousands of people, his influence becomes even more formidable.

We have enough funds.

At this moment, he saw many nobles expressing their intention to donate, eager to do so. For them, it would be unworthy not to contribute something, and they would be laughed at by their colleagues. How could they be stingy in the face of such a generous divine mage?

It's likely that Frilian has been living in seclusion for too long and is unaware of how precious magic is, with each spell being a closely guarded secret. Finding someone to teach her would be even more difficult, as it's practically priceless.

Its dissemination is firmly controlled within the apprenticeship system centered on the Grand Mage.

Now she has opened a window.

The butler beside him couldn't help but sigh, "The two guild leaders' levels of expertise are awe-inspiring, but they have undoubtedly threatened the interests of many mages?"

Wayne shook his head: "That's because you're not seeing things comprehensively enough. First of all, some petty schemes or even battles won't affect them. Secondly, many mages are still hoping to improve. Right now, President Frilian is spreading magic and has increased the number of apprentices by a large margin. And President Celia mainly values ​​promising young mages as her disciples; they are already considered supporters of the association."

"...That's true, did they make plans together?"

"Whether we've made plans or not isn't important; the key is that we need to get busy."

Before the words were even finished, numerous nobles greeted her with smiles, seeing it as their only means of communication with Frillie. After all, unlike Vlamé, who also frequently disappeared, Frillie's schedule was much more stable.

The two sides exchanged pleasantries and, while introducing themselves, began discussing the association, both expressing their desire to join.

the other side.

Back in her office, Frilian began writing letters while simultaneously sketching a magical scroll.

Vlamé, who followed closely behind, slumped into a recliner with a thud.

She shrugged and sighed, "It's just writing some notes on the blackboard, but it's so tiring. Those people's eyes are so intimidating; they practically want to break the magic apart and eat it up."

"That condition was not bad."

"Who is Master writing a letter to? President Celie?"

"Yes, we should at least greet her, especially since she's a senior from the same clan. I really appreciate the opportunity Celia offered, and I should give her a gift; she'll probably be happy."