Frilian at Elden Ring

Judging from the lingering fear on their faces, something must have happened in the north again.

"We had heard of Lady Frilian before, and knew that you protected the elven village, so we came here out of admiration."

"Thank you."

"If the Battle of Northwind Fortress were to end, the last large settlement of the Dialogue Clan would also disappear. I want to stay in this peaceful land forever."

"There are too few elves like Lady Frilian who are both powerful and devoted to their kind."

The people's cries and gratitude revealed their true feelings. Although they are a race that is slow to express emotions, they are still inevitably shaken when faced with a matter of life and death. Ultimately, this is a result of the trauma of war.

Their fragmented information made Frillie realize that the situation had changed, and things became lively again.

The demons will not let this go.

The last setback wasn't enough to cripple them, and they were already planning the next one. Moreover, she suddenly realized: was letting the elven refugees go as a prelude to wiping them out in one fell swoop?

Don't think about it.

Whatever you plan, it's destined to fail.

The remote elven settlements of the past were beyond Freylian's reach, and she struggled with whether or not to get deeply involved in the affairs of her people. Now things are different. She must protect her fellow elvens right under her nose, for the village carries the hope for the future.

"Rest assured, I will carefully reinforce the defenses. The demons' order to exterminate the elves will only be wishful thinking."

"You don't need to worry too much, the front line is still very far from here."

"I'm relieved."

"No wonder you were able to resist the demons. It turns out the village has been practicing magic all along. We will become stronger too. Let's fight together!"

Frillie chatted with the guests who had come from afar to get a feel for the situation before parting ways. This unexpected thank-you gathering finally came to an end, and given the nature of the elven race, verbal expressions of gratitude were already quite touching.

Having survived the ordeal, they will never forget Frilian's protection and feel a strong sense of belonging to this place.

There are still some powerful elves active in the public eye, but she is the only one she can rely on. The others either have no fixed abode or are not interested in the affairs of their race.

Such exemplary compatriots are wonderful.

Finally, amidst cheers, the silver-haired girl led two friends into the cabin.

She seamlessly transitioned into the kitchen to begin tidying up, while Millie Adele naturally and skillfully sat at the table to pour wine.

"Master, you still have the energy to entertain so many people?"

"I guess I've gotten used to it."

Frillie recalled the grand occasions with tens of thousands of people at the border, "I'm becoming less and less of an elf in terms of social skills."

"No way."

With her hands supporting her chin, Vlame smiled and said, "From an outsider's perspective, you elves have already begun to change. You used to never greet each other, but now you're getting closer to human society. Everyone is much more enthusiastic, and there's a real neighborhood atmosphere."

"It may not be a good thing; we live long because our hearts are numb."

After saying that, Millie Adele tilted her head back and drank it down in one gulp.

"It's okay. In times of war, everyone lives amidst upheaval. Who knows what's good or bad? As long as it's worth protecting in the present moment, that's enough."

Having experienced various events, Frilian has long since learned to take things in stride and let nature take its course.

Since she set the tone, the three stopped discussing the topic. In any case, the demon front was still far away, and they wouldn't be so reckless as to launch a direct attack anytime soon. Besides, humanity had also undergone a change:

association.

It propelled magical technology forward at breakneck speed, giving rise to a large number of grassroots and mid-level combat forces. As time went by, the emergence of a large number of powerful mages was a visible trend.

The presence of a powerful mage capable of fighting against the demon race can alleviate considerable pressure on the battlefield.

Therefore, the topic returned to the association's development:

"...That's the current situation, Master. The exploration of the Tomb of the Fallen King has to be postponed."

“I didn’t expect it to go smoothly from the start,” Frillie replied dismissively. “After all, digging into the labyrinth is not only inherently dangerous, but also tempting with the lure of money. In any case, we need to coordinate with the association.”

“Master, you promised the Lord of Wayne that you would give classes to the nobles regularly, so this job has fallen on me.”

"I will tutor them later, and of course you will be compensated for your hard work."

"what?"

Vladimir finished her breakfast in a flash, her eyes shining.

Unfortunately, Frilian smiled mysteriously and didn't answer immediately. Instead, she led the two to the underground laboratory after the meal.

Then the silver-haired girl began to write and draw on a blackboard, depicting various spells and runes, clearly indicating the soul-splitting protection technique of soul magic. Even in its current primitive state, it showed considerable potential.

She tried to record and professionalize her inspirations, and fortunately, both Vlamé and Millie Adele understood them.

"Interesting. Is this the new skill you learned in your dream?"

The drunken spirit's intoxication had mostly dissipated. "The world has gained another way to deal with curses!"

"This is a major achievement following the Goddess's Blessing and the Curse Return Magic."

Millie Adele was thrilled.

"It's not that easy."

Vlame shook her head: "It requires a solid foundation in soul magic. At least you and I, my sister, understand that we can learn it, but it's difficult for others... But it's still better to have another way than to be completely clueless."

"I will refine and simplify it later, so that ordinary mages will have a chance to hold on a little longer."

Then Frillian's tone hardened: "But you must learn, especially you, Millie Adele, you are the strongest who resides in the village."

"Yes!"

The drunken elf even gave a military salute with a solemn expression. Despite her usual carefree nature, there were indeed few in the village stronger than her who had received Frilian's training earlier, making her an excellent candidate to guard the town.

Moreover, the village has produced quite a few mages and warriors recently, and when they work together, they are comparable to an army.

Only then can I focus on other things.

"Volamere, how's the research on magic going?"

"Everyone has improved the efficiency and range of healing magic. Although it is not as good as Master's, it is easier to spread. I heard that the casualties on the front line have improved a lot."

"Humanity has no shortage of geniuses; they just need to provide an idea or direction."

As long as everything goes well.

Unexpectedly, the apprentice had prepared a surprise: "Master, I discovered that the crimson corruption magic you left behind has a life attribute, so I tried to research it in the direction of life enhancement. Combined with soul magic, it can have a double amplification. Perhaps immortality is really possible!"

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Chapter 178 Blessing the Elves.

"You've discovered this characteristic of 'repeated cycle'?"

Frillie raised an eyebrow, surprised that Vlamé had managed to find the key by studying it all by himself; his observation and technical skills were both top-notch.

"That word is perfect. Yes, mild crimson putrefaction can show signs of life cycle."

"For example, this."

The red-haired girl displayed a scarlet petal left behind by her master. Under the amplification of life healing, it repeatedly withered and grew, flowing endlessly and cyclically, full of mystery.

At this moment, it displays a wonder that surpasses all others, a beauty beyond compare.

Because the corrupting influence of the goddess of corruption is absent in reality, the Ionian flower is more stable and controllable, and subspecies may have emerged.

Upon seeing this, Frillie carefully compared the two.

Correct.

One of the flowers on my head was created by prayer, and the other was created by the power of the deity itself. They are at different stages and have differentiated. The one in the petri dish is a completely new subspecies, reliable and in harmony with the secrets of life.

“Very good, you may continue your research. I will also help you. It should be able to be combined with soul magic.”

“I’ve thought of that too. If a mage can change at both the soul and body levels at the same time, that would also be a way to defend against curses, and even achieve immortality.”

"However, I suspect its applicability is very narrow."

"Even if it eventually becomes a unique form of magic, it will still be one of the miracles of the world."

The master and apprentice exchanged a smile.

Their research projects were already focused on this area, so the rapid progress is undoubtedly good news. The practical applications aren't that important; isn't satisfying one's thirst for knowledge the ultimate enjoyment?

The intellectual achievements contained within the laboratory will become one of the driving forces for the development of magic, which is something to look forward to.

"Didn't you consider how much impact this would have?"

Millie Adele, with a gleeful expression, said, "It's absolutely irresistible."

"No, it's too demanding; not everyone has Vlamé's talent."

The one who knows her apprentice best is Frilian.

Leaving aside the fact that the little girl is exceptionally gifted, has cultivated soul magic since childhood, received one-on-one instruction from a renowned master, and most importantly, has a unique blessing process that is unparalleled in the world, with no one else doing it.

If it weren't for the Great Rune's blessing, no one would be able to use the most core spell of soul magic.

"What can truly change the big picture is magic that is easy to spread."

"Combat techniques?"

True to his reputation as a genius mage, Vlame immediately connected the dots upon hearing Frillie's casual remark and asked, "Master, could you let everyone in the village learn combat skills? Especially those you taught me who can defeat stronger opponents with weaker ones."

Upon hearing this, the silver-haired girl was slightly taken aback. After thinking about it, she realized that he was right. She hadn't considered it before because she didn't have enough knowledge of it.

But it's different now.

As the forces in the three southern regions continued to help their lord collect various kinds of war ash, magic, prayers, etc., their stockpiles became increasingly abundant.

Some of these abilities are not useful to Frilian in actual combat, but that doesn't mean they are meaningless to elves. Moreover, people with magical talent are relatively rare; most choose the warrior path, which is exactly what they need.

She nodded in agreement; it was indeed time to begin strengthening and expanding the village.

However, the immediate priority is to examine other studies:

Vlame developed a method to effectively heal and enhance the soul, which she used to stack buffs on herself, because it was generally unusable by ordinary people and had a very limited scope.

She always thought this kind of project was a pure luxury, something her teacher assigned as practice.

But the opposite happened.