Frilian at Elden Ring

Therefore, neither of the two people present was sure whether the other would agree.

"Don't worry, I mentioned it to Lady Vlame, and she should be able to persuade President Frilian."

"I hope it goes well."

Suddenly Wayne changed the subject: "If I may ask, is the headquarters so eager to investigate because there have been some changes in the upper echelons of the Labyrinth Kingdom? I've also heard some rumors that some sycophants are stirring up trouble."

“There are traces of demons.”

He paused slightly after hearing Lyman's words, then nodded, regardless of the specific reason.

This statement also carries another layer of meaning: when necessary, forceful measures can be taken in the name of dealing with the demons, and obstacles will never be tolerated.

Is this how an academically oriented organization behaves in such a domineering manner?

It was probably the result of a power struggle between the great mages when they tried to persuade Celie to stay.

"That senior from the mythical era's attitude was: no one is allowed to hinder the association's movement to popularize magic. Right? Even if it means resorting to force within the association itself. She wasn't this proactive before."

"Because the master witnessed the significant achievements of President Frilian's teaching, he couldn't wait to expand the scope further and his long-lost enthusiasm was rekindled."

Lyman, as an apprentice, felt a chill run down his spine when he recalled Celia's magic surging even more after hearing the good news.

That's an exaggeration.

The two powerful elves inexplicably reached a tacit understanding, which explains why the demons are speeding up their mobilization at the front lines. They must have realized the changes as well. As long-lived beings, they are quick to react and will not allow humans to continue to strengthen their magical power.

Once those outdated ideas are removed, who knows what will happen?

Suddenly, the door creaked.

A pile of goods slowly walked in, including all sorts of strange and unusual bottles, jars, and artifacts. A head popped out from behind—Volamei smiled.

Following closely behind was Frillie, who was also carrying large bags and small packages.

Purchase complete.

Wayne quickly instructed his men, "Help the president put these things in her office, be careful."

"It's actually nothing important."

The red-haired girl shrugged. "It's just that Master likes these little things with a historical feel, so don't worry, she's interested in the Tomb of the Fallen King."

Then, Frillian reassured everyone, saying, "Let's prepare first. The association must have a lot of work backlogged, right? I'll leave once I've taken care of it."

After everyone introduced themselves, they decided to cooperate.

"I have long admired your name, Chairman. Your selflessness is truly worthy of your strength."

In Lyman's eyes, the silver-haired girl, like her master, suppressed her magical aura to a certain extent. Even this alone was terrifyingly intimidating, like a wall advancing towards him. If it pressed down, he would be instantly crushed.

The majesty of a divine mage was fully embodied in Frilian, who also harbored a murderous aura as if she were surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

terrible.

When exactly did this level of killing occur?

Even Lyman, who had experienced numerous battles on the battlefield, felt a chill; none of the great demons he had faced possessed this quality.

After saying goodbye, he left, as he needed to write a letter to his master, as Celie had repeatedly emphasized the importance of reporting his impressions of Frillie.

"Leave the itinerary arrangements to me."

Wayne volunteered, "After all, the journey is long, and there are many places that require permits, tolls, and border checkpoints. I will make sure to handle it."

"President and Lord Vlame, please go to the classroom first. Everyone should be happy to see you."

It's been a long time.

Frillie was warmly welcomed back to the classroom after a long absence.

The content will still revolve around healing magic, with further explanation and detail. Although she'd love to try something new, checking everyone's progress isn't enough; it's better to stick to the basics.

So we'll just continue explaining the old knowledge.

But it's essentially old wine in new bottles, because as Frilian gained a deeper understanding of the various magical systems, she also had new insights to share:

"The techniques for sun healing can be simplified, for example, by corresponding to different degrees of injury..."

It can still be like this!

Ordinary mages found it unbelievable that someone could delve so deeply into the different details of the same spell's application. Was such meticulousness really necessary? Perhaps it truly was possible. This opened their minds; as expected of Frillian, she always produced new discoveries.

As usual, Volamey wrote on the blackboard and memorized everything.

“Master’s thinking is correct. It seems I should slow down the training of new magic a little and focus on mastering the different variations of a single magic, which can also improve efficiency.”

Compared to the simplified healing methods that most apprentices think about, she is now already considering applying them to other types of magic.

For example, the barrier techniques that one is good at.

If the goal is to compete with Frilian, asymmetrical competition is crucial.

She knew very well that her master enjoyed clashing with opponents from different magical systems, learning from all strengths and embracing diversity. He was simply too busy this time, but he would definitely be training with his apprentice later. Facing the test of a divine mage was incredibly difficult, but she couldn't let her teacher down.

After class.

As promised, Frilian gave the noble apprentices special tutoring.

Although it's essentially an exchange of "you lend me your title as a great mage instructor" and "I'll use your influence to support the association," there's a pleasant surprise:

Unexpectedly, several promising talents emerged.

Then we need to get serious.

So she taught some tips and tricks to her talented students, which might blossom into something beautiful in the future.

Frilian shared some insights on soul magic, miracle spells, and other related topics. Since they are young, it's good to inspire them first and lay a solid foundation so they will likely achieve great things in the future.

The young mages, deeply grateful for the appreciation shown to them by the mages of the Age of Gods, were extremely thankful.

"Thank you, President. You are a truly selfless teacher."

"I will definitely carry forward this knowledge and bring its profoundness to the whole world."

"May I ask if I may become your disciple?"

"No. You are enough students in my training class, that's the agreement. But if you perform well, I'd be happy to help with the training."

The apprentice sighed, but at least he got Frillie to relent. There was no need to worry about her teaching ethics; they were guaranteed to be top-notch.

I'm jealous.

Perhaps only a peerless genius like Vlamé, who excels in both character and academics, deserves the title of personal disciple. Moreover, Frilian has no intention of making exceptions and keeps a tight grip on the certification of her disciples, which indirectly increases the value of this unique achievement.

The heir to the mantle of the magician circle is practically their own child.

For those traditional old mages, preaching is more important than blood ties, and I guess the elven race is probably similar.

For example, Celia.

Although some say "she remembers all her disciples," she doesn't seem to value any of them in her daily behavior; it's more like she's forming factions to facilitate organizational management.

A person who casts a wide net to take on apprentices but never recognizes the best successor.

He only recognizes one direct disciple, yet teaches countless others.

Both elves have driven the development of magic with their own highly distinctive styles. Even though they have not yet met, they cooperate tacitly and have formed a common interest, which has made the association's influence grow day by day.

After the small group class, Frillie returned to her office.

They returned on their own initiative.

She didn't need to guess to know that there must be a lot of things piling up that she needed to work on herself.

An organization this large always needs a president-level manager to make decisions. I used to think that having an "honorary" title meant I was just sitting idle, but it seems the headquarters is getting more and more comfortable using me and is pushing a lot of documents onto me...

The long-absent Frillie was very popular, and the staff cheered when they learned that the president had returned. They felt much more at ease because someone was helping with the approvals.

"Why am I still busy with these trivial matters even in a different world?"

The silver-haired girl signed the papers while expressing her feelings.

I guess I was destined for a life of hard work from the moment I decided to step into the limelight. I wouldn't feel right if I didn't achieve something.

It's all the demons' fault. If they hadn't been causing trouble, the elven village could have remained peaceful forever, and Frilian would have had no reason to show her face in public. Since it's your doing, you'll have to pay for it sooner or later.

And so the Northwind Fortress Magic Association branch got back on track and began to sort out the backlog of work.

Although it was established only recently, it developed rapidly and attracted particular attention in the context of war, showing signs of becoming another administrative system.

three days later.

People who had finished their basic work gathered together.

Lyman, the initiator, explained: "I have already convened the delegation on behalf of headquarters. With Lord Wayne's reputation, we are well-prepared to travel through the central and southern regions."

"An envoy? I have no interest in negotiations; the focus is on conquering the labyrinth."

"Yes, of course we took Lady Frilian's opinion into consideration. So the focus of the operation is on exploring the labyrinth. The initial communication was handled by the mission, while we were responsible for the outer perimeter investigation, because demons may have infiltrated there."

He shared intelligence from the Magic Association, uncovering clues about the demons' infiltration of their rear.

If these intelligent monsters were to infiltrate alone, it would indeed be quite troublesome, as they might be stirring up trouble in the shadows.

We need to hurry.

Their activity is likely paving the way for a new large-scale offensive on the northern front. When the border towns are in turmoil, they must not allow problems to arise in the rear, otherwise morale will plummet and the attack will fail on its own.

The group of people expressed their agreement with serious expressions.

"In that case, Vlame and I will take a short flight first and then conquer the maze."

Frillie made no attempt to hide her eagerness.

Even if it offends the kingdom, it doesn't matter. Besides, human grudges are too short-lived for elves. They'll probably forget about the kingdom's ban soon enough.

"President, please allow Lord Wayne and me to accompany you."

"why?"

"We need to take a faster and more dangerous route, scout out the situation in advance, and coordinate with the mission in a covert and overt manner."

Lyman bluntly stated, "The road is full of uncivilized areas and monsters. Perhaps Lady Vlame is the one who should stay. She is still a child."

Upon hearing this, the red-haired girl let out a surprised "ha," her brows furrowing and her gaze sharp.

Wayne, standing nearby, quickly gave Frillie a wink, thinking to himself that the young people were very competitive and that a rivalry was brewing.