Frilian at Elden Ring

According to the Demon Sage's plan, the Water Mirror Demons in the tomb, which can replicate enemies, should be guided to be as active as possible, and then different replicas should be staggered.

If the original body is too vulnerable to being exploited in a direct confrontation with the clone, then they might as well fight separately, with the demons replenishing the remaining forces. After all, their only target is Frilian.

"Lie down!"

At the same time as the warning sounded, the silver-haired girl glanced in their direction, but quickly turned her attention back to the gargoyle.

"Such a terrifying sense of perception, will our trap work?"

"Then hurry back and strengthen security."

The demons departed one after another, glancing back with lingering fear before leaving: at that moment, thunder roared, exploding amidst the demon horde, accompanied by blazing flames that burned everything in their path.

The relentless bombardment left the gargoyle covered in wounds, and its body, pieced together from corpses, continued to fall away as its skeleton shrank.

It couldn't muster any strength.

Once she started moving, her body crackled with electricity, numbing her and making her sluggish, leaving her only able to frantically run around. In fact, Frilian wasn't in a hurry to kill them, but instead took advantage of the chaos to continue harvesting ordinary gargoyles.

The entire army was a sophisticated killing machine, constantly creating victories and leaving corpses strewn across the battlefield.

However, all the losses were to the monsters; the rest of them were completely unharmed under the protection of healing magic—the power of the world's number one healing mage.

boom!

Finally, another monster fell, signaling that the attacking gargoyles were almost wiped out, with only the leader remaining. The rest were either dead or convulsing in the lightning, powerless to resist.

Now, it only has one option left: to fight back desperately.

The colossal monster, over ten meters tall, charged forward like a battering ram, yet Frilian coldly raised her staff and aimed.

A torrent of souls.

Unsurprisingly, it died instantly, its bizarre and enormous body vanishing without a trace in the bombardment of absolute power, as if it had never existed.

"Great, we won! Thank you, Lady Freyland's team!"

"I'm still alive, I made it through."

The soldiers and adventurers who participated in the battle cheered excitedly, hugged each other, and celebrated. Of course, there was also praise for the heroes, especially the four who acted as the backbone of the battle several times. Without their courageous actions, the battle line would probably have been torn to pieces by the monsters long ago.

They felt a sense of witnessing the rise of a new backbone, a sense that there were successors, and that humanity was becoming stronger amidst the flames of war.

However, Frilian didn't respond much, but instead stared intently at the only exposed entrance to the tomb.

strangeness……

The crowd acknowledged that this was no stranger to the rising star Lyman and the distinguished Wayne, and they were already accustomed to and adept at responding to the cheers.

For Vlamé, however, it was a rare and historic step, the first time she had become one of the shining protagonists on such a stage, and a sense of pride welled up in her heart. Now she was just as happy as the survivors.

The things I've been doing all this time have been meaningful, and getting this answer is enough to be encouraging, nothing more.

Suddenly, Frillie pushed aside the obstruction of a rock and pointed into the distance.

They'd just wiped out a horde of monsters, so what was going on? Everyone followed the gaze and saw that at the far end of the ruins, in the darkest passageway, there seemed to be no trace of a gargoyle. Unlike others, it was entirely white and translucent, a hazy gray mass that was impossible to see clearly…

Unfortunately, it disappeared the next moment.

A chill ran down everyone's spine, and they couldn't help but wonder, "What kind of power is this? It's one thing to have gargoyles protecting us, but those things have no life force."

Perhaps it would be more accurate to call it a white shadow, because the unidentified object showed no signs of life.

Who is it?

185

Chapter 185 The Prodigy of Youth, Vlame.

Frillie wanted to investigate the interior of the Fallen King's Tomb more thoroughly, but important matters came first; she had to clean up the battlefield. Nevertheless, she asked one question:

"Now that we've been digging for so long, does anyone have any clues?"

Lyman replied, "A long time ago, the records mentioned that tomb raiders encountered a shadow that looked exactly like themselves and were killed. We once thought it was a fable, but now it seems to have some truth to it."

"Do phantom monsters truly exist that can recreate the person someone is thinking of? Could it be one of those?"

"not necessarily."

"The president noticed, didn't he? It has power, unlike the weak phantom."

Unfortunately, the observation was fleeting; the white figure either disappeared or hid deep within. Since no trace could be found, we had to give up and focus on cleaning up the battlefield.

The excavation manager also shared information: some workers had reported seeing phantoms, but nothing ever came of it.

All that remains are fragments of rumors.

Although Frilian was extremely curious and eager to start digging immediately, Vlame insisted on eliminating the kingdom's hidden dangers first. Since that was the case, she had no choice but to give up. Facing the demon threat was one of the few reasons she could abandon her desire to explore the labyrinth; she needed to crush those guys first.

First, take revenge.

He must keep in mind the blood debt of the slaughtered elves in the north.

The minor incident did not dampen the celebratory atmosphere. The excavation team believed that they would eventually have to explore the tomb, and they would find out what strange things were inside.

The group repaired the fortifications in an orderly manner, treated the wounded, took turns resting and receiving reinforcements, and also dealt with the dying monsters. The scene was finally quiet.

Many nobles came upon hearing the news, as it was hard to ignore such a commotion at the tomb of the Fallen King.

They met acquaintances.

Everyone was familiar with Wayne, a prominent figure in aristocratic circles, making him an ideal bridge for communication. The two sides discussed the matter with smiles and laughter, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of a salon banquet. He wouldn't have been so enthusiastic in the past, but today he had a different goal:

Through introductions, Frilian, Lyman, and Vlame tested each other.

The perception of three top-tier mages, each stronger than the last, would not be able to escape even if the demons, who specialize in disguise, dared to come and would expose you on the spot.

But the enemy chose the most effective method:

Not coming.

The demon commander was cautious, forgoing the opportunity to launch a preemptive strike and avoid being counter-surveilled. Therefore, the four-person group gained nothing and decided to focus on socializing.

"Thanks to your help, otherwise the area around the Tomb of the Fallen King would have suffered heavy losses."

“I will apply to His Majesty for the award. You all deserve this honor, and your merit in killing the Great Demon in the canyon will be included.”

"Request an audience? His Majesty has been living in seclusion for a long time and may not have the time to attend..."

The nobles used every possible means to win them over.

Rather than discussing the royal family, they preferred to showcase what their families could bring to the association, or simply engage in conversation with Frillie.

It is obvious that the kingdom, which outwardly opposes magic, is not a monolithic entity that has reached a consensus. Most far-sighted nobles have recognized the overwhelming trend and plan to establish relations with the Magic Association in advance to ride on its coattails.

Therefore, they were even willing to lower themselves to shower Vlamé, a minor, with compliments.

"Thank you."

The red-haired girl just nodded in response, but she was actually completely unmoved. This kind of praise was meaningless and couldn't even compare to a word of encouragement from her master.

However, her performance actually became a plus in the eyes of the nobles.

Despite his young age, Vlamé did not have the typical flaws of children his age. On the contrary, he possessed humility, courage, and wisdom, responding to others with neither arrogance nor servility, and never becoming conceited because of praise.

To some pampered nobles, she was the truly worldly and experienced mage who had faced life and death.

The chosen ones now will hold great power in the future.

Anyone with a brain can see that with Vlamé's potential, he will become the future successor. Currently, the two pillars of the association, Celia and Frillien, are both dislike political affairs. The former has consistently failed to find a suitable apprentice, yet has repeatedly inquired about other people's children. The latter's protectiveness is blatant.

The support and training from the two divine mages guaranteed her future success.

It's never a bad thing to make friends early; consider it as building connections.

The nobles were very pleased with the team arranged by Celie, which covered three generations: the old, the middle-aged, and the young. There were familiar faces, the backbone of the generation, and future successors, making them perfect partners for establishing diplomatic relations.

Although that progenitor of magic may not have thought too much about it, I still want to give the old man a thumbs up.

late at night.

The revelry continued until the moonlight deepened, at which point the crowd gradually rested, with singing and dancing still taking place. In their exuberance, the nobles even summoned orchestras and theatrical troupes, transforming what was a battlefield by day into a nighttime amusement park.

By the quiet campfire, Vlame yawned after finishing his travel journal.

"Children need to sleep more to grow taller."

Frillie strolled over and handed me a glass of milk; it warmed my hand as I received it.

"Is it because Master doesn't get enough sleep that he's stopped growing?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

She solemnly declared that her own power had already given her the form of an adult elf, and that sealing it was merely for safety reasons; her petite size was a byproduct.

"By the way, you haven't found any clues about the demons?"

“Yes, the enemy is very cautious. So the plan remains the same. We still need to make a special trip. I and Lyman, who also represents the association, will go to meet King Ander V. You and Wayne will stay behind to contact the local nobles and also advance the labyrinth exploration. Let's split up.”

After much deliberation, the original plan seems to be the best option. Given the current lack of information, we must proceed cautiously, testing the waters step by step.

The most dangerous part is left to yourself.

According to the estimates, the infiltrated kingdom's high command must have set a trap, and the highly skilled and daring Frilian deliberately stepped into it, which was in line with the strategy, especially with the support of the magical assassin.

The demons will surely have their own countermeasures; in any case, the truth will be revealed when the time comes.

"...Don't worry about the court, Vlame. I didn't bring you here to immerse yourself in any conspiracies and intrigues. Exploration and experience are the most important. We only have one goal left: the Tomb of the Fallen King. How have you been feeling along the way?"

"This is fantastic, this is the adventure I've been looking for."

"That's right. It was actually my first time going on a long adventure with everyone. I suddenly realized that the world is quite big and vast."

"My master always exuded a sense of being misunderstood."

Frilian smiled and patted the red-haired girl's head. As expected, Vlame was incredibly perceptive. Her feelings stemmed from her experiences in different worlds, each leaving indelible memories.

Once we've dealt with the Tomb of the Fallen King, it's time to head back; there's still the Eternal City to explore.

"Aren't you going to sleep? Planning to stargaze all night?"

In response to Frilian's question, Vlame lay down and nodded, gazing at the brilliant starry sky with unprecedented relaxation.

So be it, stay up all night.

Now, her body is no longer at the point where she gets tired from lack of sleep. Not to mention that magic itself amplifies physical abilities to a certain extent, the Great Rune's Blessing alone is enough to make a person as strong as an ox.