Frilian at Elden Ring

It would be better to spend some leisure time with my apprentice.

The two lay head to head, their hands behind their heads, gazing at the Milky Way hanging upside down, and the world seemed to fall silent.

A gentle breeze lifted their long red and white hair; they could hear each other breathing; the lively banquet was nowhere to be seen out of the corner of their eyes; their vision belonged only to the stars.

"I suddenly realized something: although adventure is great, I prefer to experience slaying monsters, helping everyone clear paths, and gathering materials. It's an adventure in peace, enjoying the tranquility."

"But the massacre in the canyon village reminded me that there are no mundane adventures in this era. Everyone is caught up in the war and will inevitably face a life-or-death struggle."

"Perhaps there was once some rural tranquility in the central and southern regions."

"Now we are the ones lobbying to lead it into war. There is no right or wrong. Everyone is caught up in the situation."

"..."

With their keen hearing, both men could hear Wayne and Lyman's silver tongue urging the nobles to send troops. In fact, the series of events had also piqued their interest, and they were seriously considering it.

Aside from the king's attitude, the nobles had basically reached a consensus on fighting against the demons.

The debate over whether or not to promote magic is nothing compared to it.

War is the most important thing.

The human camp at least unanimously agrees to annihilate the demon race and is brewing a massive counterattack, in which all parties will be drawn in.

The association is one of the lobbying tools, coming with the interests of the northern nations. This matter was promoted by Celie, who looked forward to a grand symphony of war.

Vlamé, being in the midst of it all, was inevitably a little nervous.

"One day, I will have to step onto the front lines against the demons again, won't I? I look forward to it, but I'm also afraid."

"Kids shouldn't think so much. Who isn't afraid of a real fight to the death? I'm just as wary of powerful demons."

A hint of sorrow crept into Frilline's eyes. "But we will create the adventure you desire within a peaceful context; children are one of the reasons for the fight."

"Ah."

The red-haired girl smiled and nodded.

She knew her mentor wasn't the type to stir up trouble, preferring to keep to himself and focus on his research, but he was being pushed forward by the times. Now he's become more proactive, probably because of the changing environment.

"You can say such things because Master has seen the development of Elf Village, right? Perhaps it should be called Elf Town now."

"That's right, I want to protect you and the children in town."

"Then I hope the people of the royal city can also be saved."

As Vlamé gazed at the towering buildings on the horizon, he said, “My intuition tells me it’s dangerous.”

"you guessed right."

"It's dangerous, but can I go with them? At least we'll have one more fighting force."

Frilian shook her head and said meaningfully, "We can achieve the greatest effect by going to different battlefields. If the phantom monster is of a high level, we should separate the two all-rounders to deal with them separately. Moreover, the royal city is more dangerous, and I may not be able to protect you. Let's not get involved in this mess for now."

"Has Master already made up his mind?"

"Yes, we are both compatible and mutually restraining. Being in different combat positions can cover more situations and prevent the demons from plotting to wipe us out in one fell swoop."

The master and apprentice exchanged a glance and guessed the possibility of a clone.

The realm of magical combat is teeming with bizarre and wondrous abilities, requiring constant imagination, bold conjecture, and careful verification. Since the current clues point to the ability to replicate, let's assume that for now.

Frilian doesn't believe that truly powerful forces can be copied; they are all unique.

Therefore, having Vlame and Wayne as a countermeasure is the most suitable option. Moreover, she has a backup plan, so if all else fails, she can fly back in her main body, which is more than enough insurance.

The royal city is of greater importance.

She and Lyman were in charge of the toughest challenges.

If a victory isn't achieved in the Labyrinth Kingdom, the observing nations will likely remain passive.

"But what if a clone of you appears?"

After thinking for a moment, Vlame muttered with a headache, "I can't beat Master, even if I'm not as strong as your clone."

"I'm not asking you to rack your brains right now. Just rest well and enjoy the peace of the moment. Don't worry, just remember that I can protect you."

"Just consider it that way, then I want to be coaxed to sleep by resting my head on Master's body."

"You're so big..."

The red-haired girl sat up, her big eyes sparkling, and pouted as she tugged at Frillie's clothes with all her might.

Unable to resist her coquettish advances, she could only nod, kneel down and pat her thighs. Then, Vlame happily rested her head on it, feeling the warmth gradually calm her breathing, as if a fragrance lingered around her nose, making her feel as if she were lying in the middle of a flower field.

The silver-haired girl gently pinched the little guy's cheek.

My apprentice just commented that she looks too young, and now she doesn't act like a little adult either. Should we blame her for not being authoritative enough? But the child is already precocious and easy to manage.

So Frilian offered words of comfort, saying that Vlamé needed a good rest after traveling for many days.

Ok?

Sensing the unfamiliar gaze, she suddenly looked towards the Tomb of the Fallen King, where a white shadow flashed by once more, hidden so deeply that it could not be found for a moment.

Seeing this, the silver-haired girl's expression grew even more solemn; this maze was incredibly eerie.

However, they could not turn a blind eye to the demons, so they had to temporarily entrust the exploration to their apprentices and the army. The adventurers, along with the experienced archaeological team, were reliable enough. It was estimated that a dungeon expedition would take at least a week.

That's enough for me to make a round trip to the capital.

Therefore, both in terms of timing and strategy, we must prioritize the royal family. To put it another way, if things get too big, we should simply take the initiative to send reinforcements.

Moreover, there are several trigger-based spells on Vlame.

After thinking it over for a while, Frillie felt a little relieved, and her hand stroking the child's cheek became even gentler.

"Have you thought about it?"

"What do you mean by 'thought out'?"

"In a situation like this, the master must have carefully calculated the tactical arrangements and prepared a backup plan, right?"

She smiled faintly and said, "If you ask me, we should just adapt to the situation. We have the confidence to do so."

"Young people shouldn't be too impetuous."

"Hasn't Master realized that the Frilian Squad is now the strongest adventure team in the world, surpassing all other hero teams of our time? We will definitely overcome any difficulties."

Vlame grinned and declared, his eyes shining brightly, a confidence born from his understanding of the members along the way.

"maybe."

The silver-haired girl smiled too, gazing at the distant royal city that shone even under the night sky, still shrouded in mist, but she said firmly:

"That's right. If you've accomplished this great feat, you're a hero even if you're not. Consider this your debut battle."

186

Chapter 186 An Encounter with a Copy in the Maze

Early morning, outside the excavation site of the Lingluowang Tomb.

Led by a group of nobles, the two, as the honorary president and the president's representative, walked toward the magnificent white carriage, with four strong horses standing tall and the royal insignia flag fluttering in the wind.

The destination is the royal city, where King Anders is said to have already prepared his entourage and is just waiting to visit.

Both sides deliberately ignored the question of "why the association's delegation and key personnel arrived at different times," focusing instead on the audience.

Some tests and games can only be truly understood by seeing them face-to-face.

Excavation site gate.

The gate swung open with a whoosh, signaling the imminent departure. At that moment, Vlame, having finished washing up, jogged over, waved, and said with a smile, "Master, be careful over there too, don't go head-to-head with anything."

"Yeah, you too. You can take your time exploring the maze, try to wait for me to come back."

Frillie gave a word of advice and exchanged a glance with Wayne, who nodded. As the two oldest and most experienced members of the team, they naturally had to shoulder the responsibility of being steady and cautious.

Then she turned around and got into the magnificent carriage with Lyman.

The inexplicably serious atmosphere between the master and apprentice left passersby puzzled, wondering why they seemed to be heading to some kind of adventure destination.

"drive!"

With the coachman cracking his whip, the horse galloped at full speed, propelling the carriage forward. Tall, imposing knights followed alongside, their flags held high in magnificent splendor, making their way to the distant, towering city walls with the grandeur of their entourage; they estimated they would arrive in a day.

For most people, this is just a visit.

"So what? Could it be that the people from the Magic Association came here to investigate the Tomb of the Fallen King and, incidentally, to pay their respects?"

"You've got it backwards. The key is to persuade His Majesty, who opposes the widespread use of magic. The conservative royal family won't agree without some kind of exchange."

"Hard to say."

"His Majesty has been very stubborn lately, and I'm afraid it won't change anytime soon."

"If we were to use the merit of rescuing the scattered royal tombs to lobby a few members of the royal family, there should be a slight possibility."

"Let's just wait for the results."

A significant portion of the nobles who were discussing the matter were not confident. Although they got along well with the people of the Magic Association and did acknowledge the trend, their attitude towards their superiors was uncertain, and ultimately, they had to listen to the king's decision.

They don't care about stance; the key is which side has the advantage.

The group's remarks disgusted Vlame, so he gave up trying to find out more and turned his attention to the Tomb of the Fallen King.

At this moment, some workers have reopened the entrance to the collapsed tunnel, revealing a dark and deep narrow passage, which is still being cleared and expanded.

"Everyone, get ready."

The foreman announced loudly, "We expect to begin preliminary exploration today."

He then waved a signal.

Boom!

The pulley crane suddenly lifted a huge rock, and due to the calculated chain reaction, this immediately caused other rubble to slide down, which then rushed out and finally cleared a wide entrance.

As expected of a professional, things went much better once the threat of monsters was gone.

While they continued their final cleanup, the mercenaries, adventurers, and soldiers around them were all eager to fight, quietly conserving their energy.

Especially for mages, it is necessary to accumulate magic power.