Frilian at Elden Ring

I advise you to make a promise to stop, so that everyone can have a better life.

Frillian has always given people the impression of a saintly figure who is detached from worldly affairs and remains untainted by grudges, but after seeing the rescue of that spirit witch, one can understand why.

If someone you care about gets hurt, you'd disregard your own safety.

Besides, she was never a kind person, and some things were common knowledge: the die-hard fans of Grek in Stoneville were used as limb-setting materials, and many of the stubborn students of the magic academy were killed, but even more were turned into various magical experiments...

terrible.

Nobody wants to try what it's like to be tortured by a magician skilled in the realm of the soul, especially in the borderlands where the concept of the purity of the soul is deeply ingrained.

"If I hunt down Seren, you won't just retaliate against me alone, will you?"

"Then why don't you give it a try?"

Frillie remained indifferent throughout.

After hesitating for a moment, Jellian said with a self-deprecating laugh, "Forget it, I'm such a hesitant guy. No need to dwell on these things. Once the battle festival is over, I'll stay in Red Lion City. Gailid needs to be taken care of."

"Moreover, I am very grateful to Your Majesty for not only saving the lives of the people of this land but also welcoming back the royal family of Kalia."

"Please feel free to ask if you need anything in the future. I, Jeremy, will do whatever you ask."

The officers beside Edgar and his entourage relaxed. This was more like it. What did those grudges matter in the face of the magnificent future His Majesty had created?

The Red Lion Army soldiers exchanged bewildered glances, then resolutely looked at the silver-haired girl, awaiting her answer:

"What does it mean?"

Frillie wasn't misunderstanding; she simply needed a clearer ceremony of allegiance, rather than ambiguous statements.

It must be admitted that even after years of decline, the Red Lions still possess some fighting power. Most importantly, they understand the Galid region and can quickly deploy their productive forces as a highly organized army, effectively enabling a region to not only recover but also provide resources.

From the very beginning, she had her sights set on a real goal:

conquer.

The highest priority is to control the resources of this land, even if the Crimson Corruption cannot be purified. For example, the underground palace is indispensable for those ruins.

Now that we have the opportunity to subdue the Red Lion Army, we cannot limit ourselves to cooperation.

To gain loyalty in one fell swoop.

Conversely, if they are not loyal, they should be disbanded. Because in Frilian's plan, the southern regions of Nymgford, the Weeping Peninsula, and Galid are the absolute core of the rear, and no other military force is allowed to exist.

"Everyone needs to rest. Let's talk about it after the battle festival. I hope you've thought it through."

The profound words made Jeremy and his group realize something.

Soul King is not the type to be dismissed with a mere statement of willingness to cooperate. He has much bigger ambitions and has probably decided to take over Galid from the very beginning. He is incredibly ambitious.

That makes sense. If they weren't going to occupy it, why would they fight so hard in the Second Ionian War?

In other words.

If the Red Lion Army opposes this, it will undermine the gains of the war and cause the interests of the two southern factions to fail, making you a new enemy. It's either disband or pledge allegiance; there is no room for negotiation.

The reason I said after the battle festival is to save face; otherwise, it would seem like you'd already switched sides while Rataen was still alive.

"Your Majesty, I understand what you mean."

Now that things have come to this, Jeremy has no other choice but to accept the other side's strong negotiating offensive.

"Don't worry, I never force anyone, I only hope for peaceful coexistence. Also, in the future, you can become the real city lord instead of the acting city lord."

"I don't ask for any of those things, I just want Gailid to be safe."

"That's good too. You can retire and see the scenery of New Galid... I will tour this place later to completely sweep away the pollution of the Crimson Corruption. You will like it."

"..."

Some things are self-evident, and at this moment, Jellian knew he had guessed correctly; he already had a plan in mind for dealing with the Red Lion Army.

On the bright side, since the Southern Army has already entered the city, what can't they do? As for the threat of the Blood Dynasty? In the eyes of the Soul King, it's probably not something that needs to be addressed with a united front.

This person's upright and honorable character has never given a second glance to those who hide their true intentions.

"I'm going to meet the other challengers. You guys chat."

After saying that, Frilian stood up.

She stretched, casually packed away her notebook and a series of magic scrolls, and then left the outpost to stroll through the streets. A chorus of greetings rang out; she had clearly run into acquaintances and was chatting animatedly, as they hadn't had a chance to catch up since the War of Corruption.

The officers left in the room looked at each other, wondering what they were talking about.

Edgar broke the silence first: "In any case, let's deal with the battle festival first, then we'll have plenty of time to discuss things."

"The best outcome would be to strike at the Blood Dynasty as well."

Jeremy nodded. "In the meantime, let's work together to see the general off."

"of course."

The two exchanged a glance and both felt relieved. Since the other party's target was clear, there was no need to be on guard.

164

Chapter 164 First Hearing of Leda

The streets of Red Lion City are relatively wide, with weapon racks and various supplies on both sides.

Even the wind blowing towards Frilian carried a hint of gunpowder, clearly indicating the astonishing amount of equipment surrounding the area, making it resemble a super military fortress.

This is true.

Built entirely on a high, isolated mountainside, it is connected to the outside world only by a single bridge. It is indeed one of the world's rare natural barriers, easy to defend and difficult to attack, basically only the Red Lion City can send troops to fight others.

Its geographical location means it is almost immune to siege warfare.

Of course, demigods must be excluded.

Frillie stood on the central avenue, surveying the area with her vision and footsteps, while simultaneously releasing her magical perception to cover the entire region, leaving no corner untouched.

"Destroying it would be simpler; just unleash full power at the foundation. However, it would be difficult to find the right angle."

"So it will still turn into a war to destroy the city walls, and that will be the key to victory or defeat."

Because Red Lion City is a rare example, she inevitably compares it to the royal city of Rodel. Sooner or later, she will have to fight the world's number one city on the Altar Plateau, so she can't afford not to think about strategies.

Just as I was pondering this, a round figure walked up beside me—it was none other than the enthusiastic Alexander.

"How are you? Have your injuries healed?"

"fine."

"By the way, I've taken care of General O'Neill's remains. He was a rare hero and deserved a grand funeral."

Warrior Pot patted its belly, making a series of muffled thuds.

Out of politeness, Frillie controlled her almost broken expression, because inside were O'Neill's corpse and pieces of flesh. He was a living person who could talk normally before, but after death, he was treated like this.

Even local customs made her feel repulsed; she respected the blessings but didn't understand them.

It is said that the practice of placing the bodies of heroes in warrior jars and transporting them to the Golden Tree was commissioned by Marika. Why would the mighty Eternal Queen pay special attention to this? Perhaps there is a story behind it.

In short, O'Neal died a worthy death.

“I will collect pieces of Rataen’s flesh when he dies, and of course, you will too, Frilian.”

"...Thank you, Alexander, that makes me even more determined to win."

"The remains of a hero might allow my body to endure longer."

As he spoke, he touched the cracks on his skin.

Repair surgery.

Seeing this, Frilian casually cast a spell to mend the cracks a little. There are many similar life hacks and spells in reality. Although the effect will be greatly reduced if the rules are different, it is better than nothing.

Moreover, she also used a strand of gold as a blessing.

Alexander scratched at the gradually closing crack and thanked him repeatedly, excitedly saying, "With the power, I can be of even greater help now."

He waved goodbye to Frilian, who was overly enthusiastic and difficult to handle.

The city was becoming increasingly lively at this time.

As the city gates opened, the elite Southern Army, as usual responsible for the rearguard, also arrived, including but not limited to mountain demons, earth dragons, limb-splitting nobles, and dragon eaters, each one larger than the last, becoming the focus of attention as soon as they entered the gates.

They moved carefully to avoid breaking the bottles and jars, but everyone still welcomed them, having already witnessed their skill from a distance during the joint operation earlier.

"I can't believe that the Southern Army could train such a strong force; it's like a complete transformation."

"I had no idea how much the outside world had changed during my time in Galid!"

"It's almost over; our mission to eradicate corruption is nearing its end."

"You can rest assured that the Southern Army is stronger than the Red Lion Army now, both in terms of size and quality."

"I can fight again."

People couldn't help but start comparing themselves to each other, which is only natural, especially in an army that believes in the supremacy of the strong; they naturally gravitate towards the strong.

Frillian then asked several soldiers about their plans for the future. Some decided to return to their free status, some wanted to become mercenaries, and some wanted to go home, but most preferred to continue fighting and uphold the honor of a warrior.

Moreover, they presented very real difficulties:

Having fought against crimson corruption for many years, all I know is how to do is continue serving in the military.

"Your Majesty, will you take over this place?"

A Red Lion Knight asked, "Actually, at least I want to fulfill General Ratan's unfinished wish: to conquer Rodel."

"This is a very important matter, and I need to consider more opinions."

"Then you should ask the officers. Commander Freya is resting over there."

"Ah."

Upon hearing this, Frilian entered the castle training grounds and saw a masked woman dressed like a gladiator sitting on a wine barrel. She recognized her; she was a rare strongman in the Red Lion Army, far stronger than ordinary elite knights, and perhaps even capable of fighting ordinary heroes.

Surprisingly, Freya was talking to Blazer. Upon seeing this, the silver-haired girl's eyes narrowed, because this bodyguard was not the type to strike up a conversation.

That must be Lani directing things from behind the scenes.

She took the initiative to step forward and greeted the two people who noticed her.