Frilian at Elden Ring

"It's almost time. From now on, you can only adjust your strength first. After the blessing ends, how much you digest is more important than how much you absorb."

After giving a word of advice, Frilian gradually suppressed the ripples of energy she had released.

call!

As the caster dispelled the spell, the illusory image of the colossal golden tree towering into the sky gradually dissipated. Fallen petals and drifting catkins returned to the wind, leaving a lingering fragrance that soothed the soul.

She looked at the vanished golden tree and let out a long sigh. It was a bit more tiring than she had imagined, especially since it required a high level of faith, which she wasn't good at and had to rely entirely on magic to compensate.

Melina's prayers are truly powerful; she is the only prayer master in her class among all the strong individuals she has encountered in the borderlands so far.

In the future, having a physical partner will allow us to conduct research together.

“Master, my soul magic has improved further.”

Vlame said excitedly, "I can now undergo more stable active soul transformations. Your blessing has inspired me. One direction for development is to combine it with the protection of the barrier, allowing the physical body to accommodate transformations of even greater intensity..."

The silver-haired girl's eyes lit up at her apprentice's ability to apply what he had learned to other situations; it was indeed a promising approach.

"You try it first."

"In the past, the master would announce the start of the project immediately, right?"

"Magic that alters physical form is not suitable for me. You don't have to completely inherit my magical style; feel free to study something unique."

Vlame nodded seriously.

As expected of a master, unlike those rigid mages in the association, he never interferes with his apprentice's development path except for asking him to help with research. When he does help, he solves the root of the problem, like right now.

She was certain that this body had grown to an extraordinary level through the blessing and enhancement, greatly increasing its practicality in magic.

"Cool."

Now free of her drunkenness, Millie Adele casually launched a few fireballs into the air, creating bursts of fireworks. Her enthusiastic laughter added to the lively atmosphere.

Even the usually restless elves couldn't resist, let alone the other blessed ones.

After a brief trial, everyone discovered that the magic's power had increased, and both its efficiency and resistance were now vastly different from before.

Enhancement magic is commonplace, but altering one's physique is unique.

As expected of Lady Frillien.

From the very beginning, they were thinking about how to change the situation of the entire Elven race. They were not blind or reckless, but always focused on the most fundamental improvement. No wonder they succeeded.

Suddenly, the silver-haired girl made another move, sending a blessing into the air, which collided with the semi-transparent barrier and disappeared.

Barrier technique!

Vlamé, who was skilled in this area, noticed that:

"Did Master strengthen the barrier and add a rebound effect?"

She murmured, "But in my opinion, it's already strong enough, more than enough to protect the village. Further strengthening it would easily lead to diminishing returns, and it's not suitable for you to operate."

“I never intended to use the barrier as my home ground for the battle; it was prepared as a position for you.”

"Indeed, after all, it's not easy to wake Master when he's asleep."

"Yes, my trigger spells are mainly for my own safety and are not flexible. It would be troublesome if I encountered a large-scale, non-targeted mental attack."

"Isn't that dangerous?"

"It's alright. Mental attacks are the easiest to bypass my surface defenses, but they are also the attacks I'm least afraid of."

Although Vlame was very curious, the silver-haired girl gave him a look that said, "You'd better not know," so there was no point in saying anything more. Since that was the case, he had no choice but to suppress his curiosity, hoping that one day his master's plans wouldn't be put to the test.

She then witnessed Frilian teaching her combat skills.

Some of these were already taught to Vlame, such as the fundamentals of storm footwork and endurance; this time, new additions were made:

Summon the stars.

The convenience and controllable nature of gravity magic determine its strength. Whether it's pulling enemies or engaging in highly mobile combat, buildings are very useful. In short, I'll teach you all first, and in case you come up with any new variations, we should brainstorm together.

In addition, Frilian taught him Hound Walk, Samir's Ice Storm, and other combat techniques.

You don't need to learn everything; having more skills means having more adaptability.

Different standards should be applied to people with different talents. For example, Volamede should be taught to integrate and specialize in a system, rather than trying to learn too much at once. It is fine for most people to learn more.

"...I've told you all the tricks."

"I will be away for a while afterward, and I won't have time to teach everyone. You can study combat techniques on your own."

"Yes, Professor Frillian."

The earnest address from some elves made her rub her forehead. Indeed, she had earned the title of professor because of the president's open class, and people from further away would probably hear about her academic reputation first.

Therefore, some of the northern elves knew of the great name of the inventor of sunlight healing and greatly admired this divine magician who shared his secret technique.

While most people hid their magic and became misers, she was at the forefront.

"Call me whatever you want, just follow the combat techniques and tips I've told you."

"Yes, President."

Frilian doesn't need to constantly oversee the elves' specific training; their basic skills are generally fine, the key is their willingness. After all, they are a race with a low sensitivity to time, believing that everything will pass if they just wait, and that time often erases all grudges and grievances.

The relentless attacks of the demons shattered this impression. Since they realized that the conflict would not end easily, they had no choice but to fight.

At least there are powerful compatriots willing to protect us.

"The village is almost settled. We'll set off for Northwind Fortress tomorrow. Vlame, pack your bags. I reckon this will be a long trip."

"Ok."

"It's rare to see you so concerned about the association's affairs."

Millie Adele exclaimed in surprise, "Have they tasted the sweetness of organizational expansion?"

"You're right, the association's existence has made our work much easier."

Frillie dislikes handling matters personally beyond exploration; having an organization help is far better. Besides, strengthening the overall power of the human faction is also a way to fight against the demons, and she must devote her efforts to it.

She had a premonition that the front lines would eventually return, or that a more intense war would break out in the north.

"We cannot allow some kingdoms that are averse to magic to hold us back. With a great war imminent, whoever disrupts the situation will be the enemy."

"You're starting to look more and more like the president."

"So the village is in your hands now, Millie Adele. Drink less."

"learn!"

The two exchanged a smile, their long-standing friendship demonstrating remarkable understanding.

179

Chapter 179: A Master-Disciple Ancestral One-to-Many Sparring Battle.

The main gate of the North Wind Fortress.

The weary master and apprentice arrived in the early hours of the next day, and even though it was still early, merchant caravans were coming and going in droves.

Frilian looked around and found that scattered villages and towns had expanded around her. What used to be the suburbs had become new residential areas. Both the population and the workshops were increasing, and the area was bustling with activity.

Humanity will rapidly grow stronger given time to rest and recuperate.

"Master, how is it? It's only been about a year and it's already changed again. I also participated in the construction work, and a large part of it was done by the association's magicians."

"No wonder it was so fast, you did a good job."

With one hand on his hip, Vlame looked up at the city wall and muttered, "But I always feel that the defenses are lax."

"The process of a city turning to commerce always comes at the cost of some military strength, which is not a bad thing. Prosperity comes, and everything has two sides. So the association's mission is to prevent this place from becoming a front line again."

"Correct."

The red-haired girl nodded firmly. Things were different now; she was no longer the weak and helpless little girl she once was. If necessary, she would fight again.

Besides, everyone knows that attacking the Elf Village would definitely alert Frilian.

The magical city where the association's headquarters is located can be bypassed. As long as basic peace is maintained, the demons and Celie will ignore each other. However, if it were a burial mage, they would definitely take action.

The memory of war has not faded; the effect of a battle that forced the front lines to retreat is still vivid in people's minds.

"Hello, President."

As expected, everyone recognized the silver-haired, twin-tailed elven girl. The stationed officers and members of the passing merchant guilds all bowed and even exchanged a few words.

Of course, Frillie made no attempt to hide her languid response.

"Good morning, everyone. Master is back this time for matters concerning the maze. Please take good care of him."

The obedient child, Vlame, was in charge of the socializing. Although his master had demonstrated his negotiating skills as a superior when the association branch was established, he was usually too lazy to talk and wouldn't use his real abilities, so he had to handle the responses himself.

Over time, she became quite well-known in aristocratic circles, especially in this town area where everyone knew her.

In contrast, Frilian focused on the shop.

After finally managing to deal with everyone's enthusiasm, Vlame glanced in the direction of the gaze and saw that it was a magic materials shop. According to her master, it hadn't been renovated in a while.

"I can feel it, they've got some new stock. Let's go check it out."

While the master and apprentice were shopping, two groups of people successfully connected in the association's branch meeting room.

"Hello."

Lyman greeted the local commander, and the group from headquarters, led by him, returned the greeting politely. After all, the other party was a distinguished military nobleman, powerful and renowned, worthy of respect.

Wayne nodded and replied, "Thank you for coming all this way. As expected, the Labyrinth Kingdom's opposition to us cannot be kept secret."

“I understand your concerns, and you are worried that Lady Celie will be angry, right? Master has already been angry, but we persuaded her to calm down.”

So what's the situation?

“She sent me, an assassin mage skilled in stealth, to investigate. In addition, she hopes to invite the honorary president to join her.”

"...It's a pity I don't know if that person likes the intricacies of mazes."

In the public's mind, the great mage of the Age of Gods, Frilian, lives a secluded life, seemingly a hermit, and is also associated with the stereotype that elves are not active, so people think she hates exploration.

Not necessarily.

I did inquire about it before, and it seems that even spirits can change, perhaps for the sake of training their disciples. It's all for the sake of their precious disciples, which is truly enviable.