Frilian at Elden Ring

"I happen to be going to the Elf Village soon, I'll pass on the message, but I can't guarantee she'll be out."

"I'm counting on you, Lord Vlame."

"We really do have a master who is both reliable and troublesome."

The two, sharing the same plight, gave a wry smile. In any case, everyone had to get busy, whether it was traveling through the night or gathering intelligence.

Vlame didn't really grasp the power struggle among the big shots, since his master was already at the top level. The core focus was simply the Tomb of the Fallen King as the trigger, which was left for Frilian to ponder.

Aside from taking a meditation break along the way, she traveled through the night and arrived just in the early morning.

Sure enough, as always, a drunken elf girl sat at the village entrance. It was obvious that she had another hangover last night and was now fast asleep, blowing snot bubbles.

"Sister Adele, it's time for you to wake up."

"..."

"There's a problem with the barrier!"

"..."

"I bought some alcohol."

The short-haired mage, having caught the keyword, suddenly opened his eyes, leaning on his staff to barely lift his head, and saw a familiar face in the sunlight.

Her eyes lit up with a smile when they turned to Vlame's large package.

"You wouldn't believe it, the village has discovered a magic that allows them to brew their own wine. Thanks to my help, everyone is producing different kinds of wine every day. Maybe in the future we'll become a super-rich village famous for its wines, where we can get drunk every day."

The red-haired girl quickly drew an X on her chest to indicate she was done. It had been a while since she'd seen them, and they'd actually come up with something like this. The village was becoming more and more actively involved in worldly affairs.

The scenario that Frilian had always longed for was unfolding: even elves were integrating into human society.

"How is it, master?"

"As usual, since I can't enter the room, it means she's not awake. Don't worry, she's been through similarly long periods of slumber before and was always fine. It's alright."

"Mainly because there are some things that need her help with."

Suddenly, Vlame had a flash of inspiration: "Why not use a calming spell or something similar to gently wake Master up?"

No, because you can't wake someone who isn't asleep.

"What do you mean?"

“She lost sleep a long time ago, either through meditation or the deep sleep that comes with the magic she comprehends through dreams.”

"—According to Frilian, terrible things will happen if she actually falls asleep."

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Chapter 177 The elves came drawn by its reputation.

Millie Adele spoke with a sinister expression and a terrifying tone, as if telling a fable that could become a childhood cult at a child's bedside.

However, Vlamé wasn't buying it; he was way past the age of being afraid.

"Explain yourself clearly, don't be vague."

"In short, Frilian received some powerful magic in a dream one day. Once she falls asleep, she can easily bring everyone into a dream, and it's a nightmare... I experienced it briefly myself. So she hasn't really slept in a long time, and ordinary methods of waking her up are meaningless."

"What did the master mean by saying that the village would wake up if it faced danger?"

"It's very simple. She has a pre-set trigger spell to remind herself. In short, she has the initiative, and it is difficult for outsiders to wake her up."

"Ah~"

"Little one, don't sigh like that. Don't worry, tell your sister what happened."

Since there was no way to wake Frilian in the short term, it didn't matter if some time was wasted. So, Vlamé sat on the wine barrel next to him and explained what had happened in detail.

News of the Fallen King's Tomb was no secret; it was becoming increasingly famous, and even Millie Adele in the village had heard about it.

She listened intently, occasionally taking a small sip of wine.

You have a story, I have wine.

"...In short, considering the distance, strength, prestige, and personality, it is most suitable to let Master handle the matter of the Fallen King's Tomb. Everyone needs her to take charge of the overall situation."

Vlamé was actually quite proud, after all, his teacher was so highly regarded.

However, the task of making the contact fell to me, and if I failed to do so, it would cause a lot of worry.

"It is indeed a bit troublesome, but it doesn't matter. Don't take the king too seriously. At worst, he will die in a few years."

The drunken elf shrugged and said, "Just wait it out. It'll be over in a flash. It'll be over in no time."

The red-haired girl's lips twitched; she was speechless.

Human lifespan is indeed insignificant to them, and time will ease most conflicts.

"In that case, I'll just have to wait in the village."

Upon entering the village's protective barrier, Vlame was slightly taken aback. The path beneath her feet was actually a brick road. It was rare for the elves to begin constructing facilities, and her magical senses detected quite a few new houses.

"Good morning."

She was taken aback by the greetings from some unfamiliar faces, and quickly waved back.

It's only been a few months since I last came, how come things have changed so much? Even with the help of magic, it's not something that a few hundred elves could do.

Unless more manpower is available in a short period of time...

Millie Adele pointed into the distance and said, "Other elven villages have come here because of Frilian. Most of them are refugees from the north who have joined us. Now the village has just over a thousand people, which is considered to be a small village."

"Once the supporting infrastructure is completed, we will be upgraded to a small town. You have no idea how happy the village chief will be. Of course, we are also very happy to find more compatriots."

Her gaze fell upon the playful children and even the baby in her arms.

This is so rare.

People haven't seen elves for years, let alone newborn ones.

Vlamé's distinctive appearance caught the children's attention. Seeing this, she casually made a firework that crackled and popped, drawing cheers and filling the street with laughter.

Even so, some elves were wounded, and having experienced it herself, she understood that it was the distinct atmosphere of war.

"What happened in the north?"

"Perhaps it was to fill the gap in the attack and regroup the front line? The demon prophet sent sage warriors to join the front line, many of whom died, and several mage corps were wiped out... As usual, they wiped out any elven settlements along the way, so we had to flee."

"Only a few dozen escaped from our village. I'm afraid there are fewer and fewer elves left."

"According to my calculations, if our population falls below one thousand, we are doomed and will inevitably face extinction."

"How long does it take from the moment the body falls below the threshold until the last person dies?"

"Until the end of time."

The elves chattered amongst themselves, their words revealing fear and anxiety, especially those who had fled, who were extremely worried, fearing that the front lines would spread further.

For Vlame, it had been several years since the last large-scale demonic operation, and it was indeed time for it to happen again.

She clenched her fists, her expression brightening.

Unlike the helpless children of that time, I can now do my part.

"Young man, you're still young, don't think about so much about war."

Millie Adele patted Volamey on the shoulder and said, "I promised Frilian I would take care of you and I can't send you to the battlefield."

"Don't worry, I'll find a more suitable time, and the association has another way of fighting: getting everyone to accept and develop magic."

"Ah."

"How much information do you know about the Demon Sages? I'd like to find out beforehand."

“Recently, there has been a mage assassin who has risen to fame and is known as Corruption, as well as a sage who is good at infiltration and can change his appearance... They are both far stronger than ordinary demons. Once they enter the battlefield, they are unstoppable. Apart from heroes, few can stand against them.”

The survivors recalled the events with fear written all over their faces.

After all, their opponents are among the best of the great demons. Those who are given the title of sage are all peerless powerhouses who can defeat an entire army by themselves. Currently, humans cannot fight against them.

While heroes do have kill records, they lack a system to cultivate warriors who can rival sages.

pity.

From Vlamé's perspective, the association's structured magic education is most suitable, covering everything from basic to advanced levels. However, organizational growth requires a suitable environment, which is currently encountering constant resistance.

"Thank you for the information."

She no longer asked the other party to reopen old wounds; it was all in the past, and she could enjoy peace in peace.

Millie Adele cautioned, "Every demon sage possesses profound magic that is difficult to fathom in this day and age. Child, you are still far from being able to achieve that."

"The Seven Sages above them possess an unbreakable curse; wherever they go, nothing grows and life is ravaged..."

"I have a plan to counter the curse."

"master!"

Approaching the two was Frillie, dressed in a loose white dress, yawning languidly, looking as if she hadn't slept well, with a hint of fatigue between her brows. Vlamé, having learned the situation, now knew that she had been awake the whole time.

However, after the elven girl stretched her limbs, her fatigue vanished, and her pupils cast a sharp gaze.

"A lot must have happened while I was immersed in magic, right?"

Frillie pointed to her little house behind her. "Come in, let's have breakfast and chat."

"Yay, I miss my master's cooking."

"Same as always, I have wine."

Just as the group was talking, the elves around them suddenly cheered, and some unfamiliar faces expressed their respect and gratitude to the village's protectors.

Who?

The appearance of a large number of new people in a village that is an absolutely close-knit community made Frilian guess most of the reason.

"Welcome to the new members of the village."

Frillie stretched out her hands and smiled, "If you have any difficulties, please don't hesitate to ask, and I will definitely help."

The growth of the elven settlement is undoubtedly good news. Unlike before, when there were only a few hundred people and no new elves were born, which would have been no different from extinction in the long run, the current large population is more suitable for long-term development.

May the departed rest in peace, and may the living compatriots be even more united.