Frilian at Elden Ring

"It's really rare. Master used to be indifferent to everyone, let alone have any social interactions."

"Now that I'm the president, I need to consider more things. On a small scale, I need to fulfill my duties; on a larger scale, I need to promote magic."

An identity implies loyalty to a cause.

Frillie's experience with the magic of the game taught her that to persevere, she needed to maintain the business as much as possible in order to witness more excitement.

Acting according to a certain duty is not a constraint, at least not for short-lived species. For the elven race, with lifespans as vast as the heavens and earth, it's simply a matter of finding something to do for a period of time, since everything changes in the blink of an eye.

Of course, the main reason is that she gained experience in the border areas.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to handle the association's affairs. If they were still some kind of undead, ashes, or hunter, they definitely wouldn't be able to manage the association's administrative work.

It will flourish and be busy for the foreseeable future.

"Actually, I suddenly wondered... if doing this would just be asking myself for trouble."

"will not."

Vlamé made the sign of the cross with both hands in front of his chest.

From her perspective, as long as her master focused on association affairs, he would have more time to be active and wouldn't be so addicted to that strange dream magic, sleeping all day long and only waking up once every ten days or so. It was too lonely and boring.

With a faint smile, Frillie saw through the red-haired girl's thoughts.

"Don't worry, I'll wake up often, whether it's to check on your magic progress or to take care of things at the association."

"There will definitely be periods of prolonged dormancy, so don't worry. Come visit the association more often and make friends, instead of staying home like me."

After all, changes in border areas are not something one can control.

Now that she has made great progress in absorbing the Crimson Corruption and expanding the application of Flower Field Magic, it is indeed time for her to return. There are equally worthwhile endeavors for her there.

Frilian believed it was a more real land than any of the previous worlds, and it also brought together some of the grudges from the past.

Boom!

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Wayne walked over looking tired and greeted him, "President, are you busy?"

"Of course, but it's okay. Just tell me. The organization is just starting out and there must be a lot to worry about. I won't find it bothersome."

She had already put away the letter she had written.

"Some nobles wish to entrust their talented juniors to your guidance..."

"I am my master's only disciple!"

Before he could finish speaking, Vlamem launched a strong objection. In a fit of rage, he released the magic restraint, and a pillar of magical smoke, like a raging torrent, poured down, almost lifting the roof off. Even the older mages in the distance couldn't help but turn their heads.

It was a familiar surge of magical energy, coming from that personal disciple who was now a teaching assistant. It was that powerful? He had already cultivated the aura of a true expert.

The commander was so frightened that he immediately shrank back; even a seasoned veteran of many battles almost couldn't withstand the pressure.

Vlame has always trained to compete against the world's top standards, and the aura he has honed from being a Cinder King is no ordinary feat.

"quiet."

Frillie's gaze swept across the red-haired girl's and Wayne's faces for a fleeting moment.

"Lord City Lord, she is young, please don't take it to heart. I apologize on your behalf."

"It's alright, it's just that I haven't exercised in a long time."

As he wiped the sweat from his brow, Vlame, who had been glared at fiercely by his master, retreated to the side, looking aggrieved, but the faint but palpable pressure locked onto his target.

She's quite adorable, but at this moment she acts like a child, only in her early teens, just tall and developing quickly. However, what Frillian considers cute is unattainable in the eyes of others, already demonstrating a significant lead over her peers.

"Getting back to the point, since you didn't use your connections to agree to take care of young masters and ladies for me, right?"

"Absolutely not."

As Wayne spoke, he couldn't help but glance at Vlame with a twitching smile.

He was just a timid child on the battlefield back then, but now he's practically a monster; the murderous aura left behind by countless monsters he's wiped out is not to be underestimated. We dare not provoke him; if a child were to punch us twice and leave us bruised and battered, where would we go to seek justice?

Contacting the parents? Didn't Frillie, as the teacher, already give her opinion? She's just a child.

If he retaliates, then there is some merit to his argument: he is a magician who is among the top three in the known world.

I hereby solemnly declare one point:

"I will not be taking on any more apprentices. On the one hand, I don't have the time, and on the other hand, you can't keep up with my pace, because Vlame and I usually study and improve together."

Upon hearing this, the red-haired girl smiled with her head held high.

Do those people who want to piggyback on the title of disciples of the God of Magician even deserve it? Not everyone can be a research prodigy.

Frillie looked at Volamey's behavior with a conflicted expression. What was wrong with this kid? Could anyone find satisfaction in heavy research tasks? Of course, she was an exception.

The warm interaction between the master and apprentice made Wayne realize that he shouldn't be presumptuous and think that their relationship was good.

"I apologize, I have overstepped my bounds, I will help you decline all of these."

"It wouldn't be good to give them a hard time, since we need the money from those nobles."

The silver-haired girl changed the subject, "How about this, I'll hold classes from time to time, but the number of students will be limited, and you'll be in charge of screening them."

"understood."

The two exchanged a meaningful glance.

She left ample room for rent-seeking so that Wayne could line his own pockets; all he had to do was give a lecture, and he could also cultivate Vlame's abilities along the way.

There's no need to explain these kinds of calculations between adults to a child. Just know that she gets a very generous bonus each time she works as a teaching assistant, which can help with household expenses.

The two sides continued to discuss some details of the process before finally finalizing the matter.

Their topics had little to do with magic; they mainly revolved around the association's operations and development. Their core philosophy was simply "making money"—constantly raising funds and attracting investment to expand their territory through extensive development.

Vlamé was obviously not interested in this part; he was busy organizing his notes and writing lesson plans.

After all, according to the agreement reached between their masters, the two of them would impart magical knowledge to the nobles from time to time in the future.

Only she knows that Frillie never prepares lesson plans.

She always had a free-spirited style, letting her brilliant mind roam freely, and only those who had been influenced by her for many years could understand her. Therefore, in order to truly teach, one only needed to fill in the details to avoid leaving the apprentices completely clueless.

The open class has come to an end.

The series of groundwork laid in the preceding moments propelled the Northwind Fortress Magic Association branch to the top, with magic serving as the best advertising slogan.

Among them, sunlight healing is hailed as the most powerful healing magic available today.

It was only after Frilian published a dedicated research report that people discovered the effects went beyond promoting regeneration and dispelling negative states; it could also purify the soul.

Now, necromancy enemies are no problem at all.

Unsurprisingly, people flocked to it.

It was supposed to be a place for magicians to register and gather together, but it also served as a place for academic discussions and educational outreach, subtly breaking the traditional system centered on magicians mentoring apprentices.

But they enjoyed it, and even after reaching the level of a mage, they wanted to go further to become a great mage and even leave their mark on history.

It is conceivable that the association at Northwind Fortress became a benchmark.

Frillie discovered a way to slack off: publishing a research report counts as half a lesson. It also serves as teaching material, which is very convenient.

Seria, back at headquarters, also took an interest and published an article offering her insights on curse-type magic.

Although the two hadn't met in person, they had begun exchanging letters, and she clearly supported the association's growth. It was unexpected that a casual interest would lead to the discovery of such talent; indeed, the elves could produce remarkable figures unexpectedly.

A pleasure to work with.

Even though they were thousands of miles apart, they supported each other with their actions.

In contrast, Vlamé was much busier.

In particular, Frilian's statement that "I will only take one apprentice" has further elevated her status, clearly indicating that this girl has an irreplaceable position, and therefore many people have used this to curry favor with her.

The place was a mixed bag, which broadened her horizons, but she escaped unharmed nonetheless.

During this time, Vlame and some other mages took on small tasks such as exterminating monsters and made many friends.

There were indeed pure magicians among them discussing knowledge together, but unfortunately, communication did not go smoothly. It was only after exchanging ideas that she realized her own magic system was completely different, with a whole bunch of strange and unusual research, already resembling that of a master.

"In that case, I shouldn't just focus on how to learn magic, but also research how to make it accessible to more people, just like how my master simplified magic."

I have little to say about Frillie's teaching ability.

But when it comes to popularizing magic, she is absolutely a revolutionary innovator.

And so the master and apprentice returned to theoretical research, focusing on magic and ignoring the association's intricacies.

Even if you're temporarily immersed in it, you'll eventually return.

A week later.

Several days later, Wayne arrived at the office again, only to find Frillie packing her bags. Meanwhile, Vlame used magic to move boxes of wine over, as promised, to treat her sister Adele to a meal.

"Lord City Lord, we're leaving this place to you. We need to return to the Elf Village."

"Is it so sudden?"

"It's just a return to my original job. I'm a researcher, and my apprentice hasn't grown to the point where he can stand on his own yet. He can't become impure too early."

The silver-haired girl's tone left no room for doubt; though seemingly sudden, it must have been planned long ago.

Wayne nodded sincerely: "See you next time."

137

Chapter 137 Returning to the Borderlands.

The magical city, the association headquarters.

Compared to a few years ago when the demon war was raging and had invaded the central region, this place has finally regained its peaceful atmosphere, and even a large number of shops have sprung up.

The main hall, which serves as the headquarters, still stands majestically. Its orderly style and strong magical reaction indicate its identity as a magical creation. It is undoubtedly a miracle to build a spectacle purely with magic.

The residents living here have almost witnessed it rise from the original site, right on the ruins of the ancient kingdom.

It's nothing new to me, after all, it's the residence of the progenitor of magic.

Atrium of the main hall.