Frilian at Elden Ring

Thanks to her extensive notes, the vast majority of people would otherwise be unaware of this magic.

Squeak!

Vlamé leaped down from the high bench and landed steadily.

Then she took out her lunchbox from her bag and ate while looking at the words on the blackboard. Still not satisfied with the status quo, she hoped to find room for improvement...

Are you busy?

The man in the magnificent formal attire who entered the classroom was none other than City Lord Wayne. He greeted him with a smile and a respectful tone.

"I'm not busy. What's up now?"

"The excavation of the Tomb of the Fallen King has made new progress, with exploration teams appearing one after another, and the exploration of the surrounding areas is proceeding in an orderly manner. However, a new problem has arisen: the kingdom that controls that territory is considering closing it off."

"Is it to protect cultural relics?"

Vlame tilted his head and asked, "Is that considered an angle too?"

“Child, you think too highly of them. It’s all over the noble circles that once it’s closed, they’ll impose heavy taxes on anyone allowed to enter and impose a series of prohibitions. The kingdom wants to monopolize it.”

"what?"

"They already have the title of the Underground Kingdom, and they possess a wealth of resources. It will be very troublesome if they cause trouble. Moreover, I heard that they will set up special prohibitions for members of the Magic Association, such as restricting exploration or requiring them to pay a high price."

"What is all this nonsense, Lord City Lord? Please explain in more detail."

Taking this opportunity, Wayne gave a brief explanation and also told the young people about the kingdom's higher-ups, so they wouldn't be completely clueless.

Fortunately, Vlamé was quick to understand and grasped the concept.

"They're clearly just trying to make money, and they're especially targeting our association. Are they on extra guard against them?"

"You're right. After all, it's inevitable that some members of the royal family would worry if an organization that controls a large amount of magic resources expanded rapidly in just a few years. His Majesty is suspicious and greedy, so it's understandable."

"Could it be that they don't know the priority is the Demon front? I've heard that the Demon Prophet is plotting a new operation, and the Underground Kingdom is still scheming at this time?"

"The sense of presence is not strong when you're not at the border."

"..."

Having encountered countless people and events during this period, Vlamé was also well aware that many nobles considered magic insufficiently civilized.

The perception that magic, once considered a weak form of humankind, led them to believe that magic was merely a trick or a mere illusion, and research into it was even prohibited at one point. This prejudice remains difficult to eradicate even today.

After all, the fairy Celia from the mythical era has only been promoting the development of magic for a few years.

“Not letting my master explore the maze is worse than killing her.”

Vlame could already imagine that the silver-haired elf had been thinking about the excavation of the Tomb of the Fallen King day and night, pondering what good things were hidden in the treasure chest. Given her personality, she certainly couldn't resist, and wouldn't resist; she would do whatever she wanted without any scruples.

ban?

When the elves were wreaking havoc on the earth, humans were still eating raw meat and drinking blood; you are the ones who came later.

Frillie's understanding of the concept has been updated to the point that "humans have started to follow rules," but she has absolutely no understanding of "what is a prohibition."

There was nothing that could stop her.

Wayne rubbed his temples and muttered, "What I'm worried about is a conflict, so please pass on the message that I will continue to lobby His Majesty Anders V."

He also instructed that the conflict should be kept within the branch and not let headquarters know.

Celia, who reigns supreme in the magical city, is even more powerful.

If this combative and belligerent president were to discover he was being targeted, it would be difficult for him not to react. In contrast, the gentle and laid-back Frillie is much easier to get along with, and the honorary president understands people better.

Upon hearing this, Vlame nodded solemnly, agreeing for now, though he was still feeling uneasy.

The master is still asleep.

While publicly claiming to be in seclusion for research, Frilian has actually been asleep for a very long time and hasn't returned even once—a very long time, at least from a human perspective.

A series of urgent situations must have occurred in the dream.

"I'm sorry, I'm not sure when my master will be free. Once she gets into her research, she won't pay attention to anyone else."

"I understand, you eat first."

After speaking, Wayne politely waved goodbye and left. As far as he was concerned, nothing went wrong, especially keeping powerful beings like Frilian and Seria in check. Although the elves had been behaving themselves for a long time, it was best not to provoke them lightly.

He was very relieved to entrust the message to Vlame. The child was young, but he was knowledgeable, reasonable, and quick to understand. He was easy to get along with, which explained why he was favored by the magician of the Age of Gods.

The red-haired girl who remained in the classroom devoured the food in a whirlwind, leaving nothing behind.

full.

Then she stood up and stretched, her curves were beautiful, and her figure already had the foundation for being tall and slender, so she would be very agile in the future.

Vlame's eyes lit up as he walked out of the classroom.

"Why are you here?"

To my surprise, my neighbor's elf was reading at the guild; it was unusual for her to go out. After asking around, I learned that she had been asked by Miliadele, who was even less inclined to go out, to buy some wine and stop by the guild for a visit.

"Moreover, the village chief asked me to purchase some goods. We can't rely entirely on traveling merchants for this anymore, so we might as well buy them ourselves and bring them back ourselves."

"That being said, isn't there still a risk?"

“Where in this world isn’t dangerous? As Frilian once said, the more we isolate ourselves and become guarded, the more different we appear in the eyes of others, and the easier it is for us to be ostracized. It’s better to be more active and create influence. I didn’t understand this before, but now I realize she is a wise spirit.”

"Then I'll go with you."

Upon hearing this, the neighboring elf readily agreed, thinking that having an acquaintance to lead the way would be ideal.

Although I possess some magical abilities sufficient to protect myself, I still need a guide to understand the ins and outs of Northwind Fortress.

So Vlamé enthusiastically invited the guests to go shopping together.

Half a day later.

The two of them finished their shopping trip around dusk, which went more smoothly than expected, thanks to the increasingly developed commercial activities in Northwind Fortress, where a wide variety of goods were available.

It was once difficult to develop as a frontline area, but now it has seized the opportunity of peacetime to prosper rapidly.

The two eventually parted ways in front of the statue of Frilian. The neighbor's elven girl was going to the inn to sleep soundly from dusk onwards. As expected of a relaxed race, she never accumulated fatigue. She had had enough activities for the day.

Vlamé glanced at the bronze statue.

A fountain was built around the edge, and more flowers were placed there than before; even though the person himself was no longer around, the legend continued to grow.

She leisurely returned to the association to pack her bags.

The main hall gradually quieted down, as it was time to go home and rest.

It's usually quite lively, even serving as a commission center, and with its taverns and hotels, it attracts people from all over the world. However, at night, people have to go to dedicated entertainment venues, which makes it quieter.

This allowed Vlame to prepare for her trip, as she could easily return on foot.

"It's been a while since I've been to the elven village. I need to go back and visit, and also bring some wine for Sister Adele. I wonder when Master will wake up..."

"Who?"

Suddenly she looked toward the corner of the hall.

Seeing that the other party still did not react, the red-haired girl condensed a bolt of lightning in her hand and said coldly:

"Sir, you don't think I'm trying to scam you, do you?"

Before the words were finished, a young man emerged from the shadows. Only because of the insignia of the other party's mage did Vlame withdraw his magic; otherwise, he could have attacked immediately, as his master had taught him to strike first.

"As expected, it lives up to its reputation. I chose the Shadow Concealment spell from Teacher Celie to experiment with, but I was still discovered."

"The important thing is the user; it was only because you neglected your training in magic control that this was exposed."

"Thanks for the advice."

Lyman bowed politely, his face showing a hint of admiration.

It's already impressive that he could discover it, but to point out the flaw in one sentence is truly his own negligence. I never expected that the number one genius mage of this era would have such power.

I really look forward to his future.

"My name is Lyman, and I am a newly appointed Level 1 Mage at headquarters. My file should have been shared with the branch."

“...Yes, I remember now, you did come to the association to deliver a letter to President Celie before.”

Vlame nodded: "So, is it a message from the chairman?"

"She heard about the Kingdom Strike Association."

The two fell silent, looked at each other and sighed. In the end, that person found out, and things became difficult.

Serie would normally ignore most things and remain oblivious to what's going on around her, but she couldn't sit still when magic was being hindered.

In her eyes, the demon wars drove technological innovation, Frilian and her apprentices were dedicated to promoting its popularization, and she herself led the association to train many great mages. Everything was progressing in all aspects, from the background to the grassroots to the top. Everyone was thriving, so who would dare to be a stumbling block?

Damn.

Those who arrogantly issue bans are Celie's enemies.

Although older elves might not directly engage in combat, they would certainly take action in response. That's why they dispatched their new disciple, the shadow mage Lyman, to investigate.

“I have confirmed it, and it is true. Some conservative kingdoms in the central region are very resistant to the association.”

Vlamé hadn't expected that something as simple as a maze would cause such a big commotion.

The demon front is not yet stable, and humans are putting all their effort into strengthening their military, yet you are dragging your feet? If Master Frilian knew, she would probably be quite critical or even angry.

"What should I do?"

"The master's solution is simply to 'teach him a lesson,' but this lesson will most likely be based on the standards of the mythical era..."

“We did our best to stop Lady Celie, saying we would leave it to her apprentice to mediate. But she felt our strength was not enough to deter us, and hoped that Lady Frilian could go with us to negotiate as a precaution.”

"As everyone knows, that person lives a secluded life, so I sought out you, his personal disciple."

Lyman was also at a loss when this topic came up, and he looked exhausted.

The back-and-forth travel was exhausting, especially for those caught in the middle, facing the prejudice of the suspicious King Anders V on one side and the domineering presence of the Age of Gods magician on the other. Neither of them was easy to deal with.

At this point, Vlamé had no choice but to nod.

Agree first.

However, we don't know when Master will wake up, or should we wake him up ourselves? It's not like it's a matter of life and death, is it?

It's not like a demon invasion. But according to Frilian's standards, perhaps prohibiting exploration of the labyrinth and a demon attack are equally serious issues. Sigh, the powerful elves are so individualistic; even they themselves can't truly say they understand their master.