Frilian at Elden Ring

Frilian removed the barrier and stepped into the shattered arena. "That's brand new soul magic."

"After all, I must carry on my master's teachings."

"Long live!"

Before the master and apprentice could continue their conversation, cheers erupted from the association's branch members.

The gamblers present were even more excited than the master and apprentice, shouting and cheering.

"You really did win, Vlame."

"My lucky star."

"It turns out that our city already has the strongest guardian. Even if the demons come again, we will still fight them back."

"Betting on you to win is the best decision I've made, so I'll go for high odds."

Originally, no one had high hopes, after all, their opponents were the experienced and powerful knight Wayne and the rising magic assassin Lyman. Regardless of their strength, reputation, or battle record, they were all impeccable, and they were working together. Normally, a great demon would be crushed.

Even if the apprentices of the God-era magicians are very powerful, there is still a difference in age and experience, but this limitation is not seen in her. So-called geniuses naturally break the rules.

He is undoubtedly the number one genius among contemporary magicians, and has even completed his training to the point of graduation.

But she will become stronger as she grows up.

“You did very well. The only shortcoming is your adaptability. When facing unfamiliar magic, you should try to move around and dodge for a while to observe.”

"I'm sorry, Master, my movements weren't swift enough."

"It's alright. Besides, this wasn't your full strength. You haven't used any offensive soul magic. That's the most lethal kind of magic; once it hits a target, even I would have difficulty healing it. This is your achievement; you should be proud."

"Ah."

No amount of cheers or applause could compare to the excitement Volameh felt from his master's approval.

Frillie glanced at the shattered ground, thinking it was indeed far beyond her expectations. Even though the child's total magical power wasn't particularly staggering, its incredibly efficient operation still resulted in terrifying destruction.

Soul magic has a significant effect on self-reflection and modification, which is a direction for development. Perhaps in the future, I will also be able to use the power of Dragon's Blessing.

After putting those thoughts aside, she stepped into the ring.

After two healing spells, Wayne and Lyman, who were panting heavily, finally regained their energy and were full of vitality.

They weren't actually seriously injured; their main problem was the depletion of magic power and the paralysis effect. Now that their magic power has been replenished, they are in perfect condition, but they are still shaken.

"I thought the city wall was going to collapse along with everything."

Wayne sighed.

"With my current strength, I'm a bit short of being able to destroy a fortress-level city wall; it would take a lot of effort."

Vlame rested his chin on his hand and murmured, "However, the main target, the demons, do not like defensive battles, so the ability to attack should not be that important, unless we also have a hypothetical enemy, the Labyrinth Kingdom."

Frillie chimed in, "Destroying the city walls is a very useful deterrent. I'm also studying this; it's a profound subject."

The expression on her face suggested she was reminiscing about a difficult target.

With the president's strength, is there any wall that cannot be breached? How high would it have to be!

“Actually, my master mentioned to me that he would find an opportunity to test you, Volame.”

Lyman laughed and said, "Perhaps it's because he's a teacher and he's feeling competitive, wanting to see who's better, his apprentice or Lady Frilian's apprentice."

"Then you should have the answer: Frilian's teaching is stronger."

The red-haired girl stood with her hands on her hips, looking smug.

Everyone smiled knowingly.

Only at times like these does she seem to fit her age, displaying the strong competitive spirit unique to children, which is also the driving force behind her constant pushing her limits.

"Let's rest for a day and then set off."

As Frilian finalizes the adjustments to the various association branches, she is making final preparations.

As originally planned, the association's visitors, along with some lobbying nobles, would take the main road, ostensibly to explore the labyrinth, but in reality to discuss excavation work, thus attracting attention.

Another team, led by Frilian, aims to explore the royal palace and the labyrinth. They need to arrive first, and along the way, they will have to cross mountains, traverse forests, and even fight monsters.

Depending on the circumstances, the two teams will meet together for a public visit, at which point the mission will be considered complete.

The entire trip would take more than half a month each way, and that's assuming all four of them are incredibly fit on the road.

Whatever.

Strictly speaking, Frilian has never traveled far in reality and has only a superficial understanding of the world outside the elven village. It wouldn't hurt for her to go out and see the world. Staying in one place all the time won't improve her magical knowledge, so she might as well try something different.

Moreover, an apprentice also needs to gain some experience. If being complacent and hindering her growth would be a great loss.

It was early morning, before dawn.

As usual, the silver-haired girl sat on the bed in the association's guest room reading, while Vlamé slept soundly beside her.

The quiet night is a time for contemplating magic.

They probably wouldn't have that much time when they were on their way; the journey was treacherous, and no one could say for sure how many dangers lurked in this labyrinthine kingdom. Therefore, Frilian decided to remain vigilant...

There was a loud thud.

The red-haired girl, who had been sleeping so arrogantly, finally rolled off the bed and cried out in pain.

She looked around sleepily and spotted the silver-haired girl reading in the dark. Although her eyesight was good enough as a mage, it was still too strange; she was incredibly diligent.

"I heard from Sister Adele that Master hasn't slept in a long time?"

"What a blabbermouth drunkard, but it's okay if you know. Yes, I just meditate and rest occasionally."

"Speaking of which, I'm a little nervous about going to such a far place for the first time. What do you think, Master?"

I can't tell you're nervous.

After making a sarcastic remark, Frilian replied seriously, "The excavation of the Tomb of the Fallen King has been going poorly for many years and is definitely full of dangers. I've heard that many monsters have appeared just on the outer perimeter, but there are also many treasures. It's like a gold mine attracting attention from all sides, and the situation will be very complicated, but our goal is just to conquer the labyrinth."

She had no interest in things like palace intrigue.

Dealing with those guys in the border region is troublesome enough as it is; there's no need to overthink it in real life. Anyway, the association is investigating.

after a while.

The master and apprentice, having completed their preparations, arrived at the association's entrance, ready to depart.

Frillie was dressed in light white travel clothes and carried a magic book in her hand, which contained records of the goddess's magic. She was currently studying the knowledge of priests in hopes of finding new inspiration. She could act as a priest on this trip, and in order to avoid alerting the enemy, she should act as little as possible.

As for Vlame, she is a standard mage, and of course, she has also been given a light cut, which further accentuates her tall and slender figure, giving her a sense of unparalleled elegance.

Next to arrive was Lyman, dressed in a fitted chainmail suit of black, exuding the aura of a stealth fighter.

What remained was Wayne donning his full gear for the first time in a long time.

They each prepared their supplies and were about to embark on their journey to the central part of the continent. Although it was their first time working together, their individual strength was enough to make up for any lack of coordination, and the team composition was also complete.

Shepherd, Law, Assassin, and Warrior are all present.

"Hey, don't we feel like an adventurer's party now?!"

Vlame excitedly pumped his fist and said, "We will achieve great things."

"Stop fooling around, hurry up and set off, the sooner we go, the sooner we'll be back."

Even so, Frilian smiled, for it was indeed a rare team expedition.

The four of them strode towards the rising sun.

181

Chapter 181 Atrocities.

The magical city, the association headquarters.

Magicians came and went in the main hall, their steps hurried and their hands always carrying various letters.

The renewed actions of the Northern Demon Clan on the front lines inevitably affected the headquarters located in the same large region, and many battle reports were sent over at the same time. Now, they are also constantly dispatching combat forces while undertaking military functions.

"The mountain kingdom at the forefront has lost a fortress and has to continue its retreat."

"Why can't you push forward from the northeast? Don't you have a lot of people?"

"Even a high mage shouldn't go into battle alone easily. The demon sages have been very active lately, so don't let them find an opening..."

"Let's ask for help from the central region. The northern countries alone cannot hold out. This offensive is very fierce."

"But they have too much prejudice against magic."

The group discussed the plan, including some military officers. After all, the magic city was one of the few stable places in the context of the northern battlefield, and the ability to temporarily rest and provide shelter was entirely due to the protection of the divine magicians.

Inner Temple.

The outside world's turmoil was nothing more than fleeting clouds to Celie; it was simply a matter of one person's performance ending and another's taking the stage.

Since establishing the Magic Association and actively expanding it, I've had some free time again and haven't been interested in it for a while. The current level of war is too low to be of any interest.

Therefore, her daily life returned to gardening.

A fairy woman carrying a water jug ​​paced back and forth among the flowers, her bare feet treading the path, her long white robes carrying a wisp of floral fragrance.

"Master, Lady Frilian's squad has set off."

An apprentice reported that he expected to see a joyful expression, but instead found Celia still admiring the flowers with a sullen face.

"Ah."

"Don't you care? I've heard that the desolate royal tomb is very dangerous, and the king there wasn't friendly either."

"It doesn't matter what monsters are in the labyrinth or what conspiracies the royal family has. Since Frilian has taken over, there's no problem. Given her personality, she won't let a source of anti-magic continue to run rampant, even if she has to resort to radical measures."

"There's one more thing, Lyman and Vlame fought..."

When the topic came up, Celia finally put down the kettle, listened carefully to what had happened, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

New magic has appeared!

As expected, humans always manage to invent novel things, especially geniuses who are often extraordinary, allowing Frilline to find a promising talent. She succeeded on her first try, while she herself hadn't found many truly exceptional gems.

What kind of winning rate is this? This is just too unreasonable.

While she admired him, she did agree that her new apprentice had performed quite well, managing to withstand the magic. It turned out that she was the weak one being trained.