Frilian at Elden Ring

"Okay, you can rest your head on my lap and I'll lull you to sleep."

Upon seeing the other girl's reaction, Frillie understood immediately. She patted her kneeling thigh, and the red-haired girl lay down with a grin, her breathing gradually becoming even. Clearly, the frequent social engagements had left her exhausted; young people are healthy, and she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

The silver-haired girl continued to quietly write her notes, while the Water Mirror Demon looked around blankly.

Night deepens, and the bustling day comes to an end.

195

Chapter 195 The team returns home in triumph.

Early morning, the excavation camp of the Lingluowang Tomb.

As the dawn light shone on Frillie's face, the pen drew its final period, marking the end of the record. She had also completed a large part of the deduction, and a brief exchange with Vlamé on the way was enough to refine her teaching methods.

For her, the difficulty was never about understanding it herself, but about how to make others besides her apprentices understand it.

No matter how unconventional her teaching methods were, a genius like Vlamé could understand them, but others with mediocre talents might not.

Ring ring ring!

Later that evening, the bell that signaled the start of work rang, and things gradually became lively.

The workers gradually got up, washed up, ate a quick breakfast, and then began to work hard, sweating profusely, clearing away the rubble. After yesterday's celebration, everyone felt much more at ease and didn't need to worry about safety issues, so they could just focus on their work.

Adventurers and mercenaries carefully scout and patrol to prevent any monsters from escaping.

The most meticulous work is done by professional archaeologists, who are carefully classifying and recording all sorts of strange artifacts, their enthusiasm comparable to Frillie's search for the magic book.

"Master, is it morning?"

Vlame, who was resting her head on his lap, rubbed her eyes.

"Yes, it's time to go. Look, Mr. Wayne has already packed his gear."

At this moment, Commander An removed his armor, cleaned and maintained it, and changed into a noble's formal attire. Regardless of whether the royal city was dilapidated or not, appropriate etiquette had to be observed, especially since he was dealing with a prominent noble family; the negotiations that followed would be extremely important.

He knew that Frilian had the last remaining high-ranking members of the Labyrinth Kingdom under her control, but she was too lazy to carry out any specific actions, so he would have to put in the effort himself.

Upon hearing this, Vlame also began to tidy up.

Seeing that the trio was about to leave, Fenton hurriedly saw them off and handed them a huge sum of money as a reward.

"I won't go into too much detail, but in short, I am very grateful for everyone's great help."

He sincerely exclaimed, "Otherwise, this treasure trove would have suffered heavy losses and would have hindered the reconstruction of the kingdom... We will remember this kindness and hope to have more cooperation with the association in the future."

"Of course, I plan to establish a branch in the Labyrinth Kingdom."

"President Frilian likes challenges. Although you have probably opened up the upper level, there are still many middle and lower levels who reject magic due to misinformation. It must be difficult to manage."

"The challenges are there, and we chose to undertake them because of the difficulties. The association welcomes challenges because only organizations that constantly solve difficulties can develop."

"it is good."

Fenton's eyes lit up with a bright laugh: "I will definitely do my best to sponsor your company."

Even if you don't understand yet?

“I know you, President Frilian and Miss Vlame, Commander Wayne, Lord Lyman… With you all here, the Magic Association will surely prosper. We can’t afford to wait any longer.”

"As expected of a gambler who dares to take on excavation tasks, we will not let you down."

The two shook hands and nodded to each other solemnly.

Without lingering, they waved goodbye and left, one returning to the excavation site while the other boarded a carriage and sped away.

Previously, their relationship was merely a basic employer-employee one, insignificant; once the bill was settled, they would leave. Now, Fenton, representing his family, has pledged investment, meaning they've boarded the bandwagon, so Frillie isn't hesitant to make any guarantees.

The fact that the most staunchly opposed countries will become absolute supporters of magic, and even be controlled, serves as a living example for the association to demonstrate to the world that this is in the association's best interest.

"President, the Fenton family has quite a background..."

As a knowledgeable nobleman, Wayne promptly provided a popular science explanation.

Frilian listened and pondered, though she had only just begun to understand the background; the minutiae of interpersonal relationships were not something elves liked to concern themselves with.

He admired that they acted without even conducting basic investigations. Most people would probably lose everything if they entered this level of power and fame, but the honorary chairman's biggest source of capital was power.

She valued the influence of the nobility, while the nobility valued the rapidly appreciating hard currency.

violence.

The association has already acquired a considerable number of violent groups, and under Celie's leadership, it is pursuing a high-end strategy, coupled with Frilian's popularization of the middle and lower classes training program. This investment is a sure thing.

The woman sitting next to him, Vladimir, blinked her big eyes as she listened to their conversation, treating it as a way to pass the time and gather gossip.

Half a day later, on the outskirts of the royal city.

A temporary refugee camp was set up on the green grass field, built by the evacuated people themselves.

"You're finally back, President. Praise be to Lady Frillien."

The sense of security provided by the divine magicians is unparalleled, especially for those who fear the return of the demons. Witnessing the return of the great hero naturally leads to a welcoming party with flowers.

She left in such a hurry that there was no time to congratulate her. Now, reflecting on the disaster, people cherish even more Frillie, who fought for everyone's survival.

"Thank you."

The silver-haired girl stepped out of the carriage and returned the greeting.

Although the background depicts the ruins of the royal city complex, the resilient people have regained their spirits. At least they still have family and friends; these hundreds of thousands of people still hold hope, which is more precious than gold. Therefore, the scene was bustling and full of vitality.

The most enthusiastic were the nobles, who were so frightened by the "list" that they naturally tried their best to please them.

As usual, Frilian did not answer directly, but only urged them to quickly support the new king and the royal cabinet.

Even without interrogating the demon sage, it didn't stop her from seeing through certain people. Simple magical perception was enough to determine who had something to hide, or at least who had cooperated with the demons in the past.

Forget it.

Having racked her brains over the two new spells, she was too lazy to think about the rules and regulations; surely someone else understood the situation better than she did.

Lyman welcomed the three to the temporary cabin.

He had dark circles under his eyes and looked tired after only two days, clearly having gone through a lot of work. However, his bright eyes and confident smile suggested that things should be going well.

"President Frilian, as you said, we are discussing candidates for the new king. The association can get involved. In your opinion, who should be chosen?"

"When did our association's words become so effective?"

"The most influential nobles are all dead, and the rest are arguing about how to divide the vacant positions. So I did a little maneuvering to have the association act as arbitrators. Besides, as the protector of the kingdom, no one would object to you offering some guidance, would they?"

As he was speaking, he took out several investigation documents, which contained intelligence on the only remaining members of the royal family.

The silver-haired girl casually flipped through the pages, as if selecting items from a menu.

"Let's choose this princess. She's young, her grades are average, she has a gentle and easy-to-control personality, and she has good magical talent. The others are either involved in opposing magic or are not clean."

“I think so too, but I would be rejected by the other princes and the nobles who support me.”

"You have evidence of a conspiracy, don't you?"

"of course."

"We'll proceed as you say. I don't know much about palace intrigue, but I'll definitely support you wholeheartedly."

Frillie made the final decision.

One month after the demon clan's usurpation that shook the central part of the continent.

During this time, the Magic Association and neighboring countries continuously sent support, and with Frilian's magic repairing the royal city at the fastest speed, she could use it as a way to practice her magic after releasing a little bit of its limit, and also to study the magic of the demon race with Vlame.

The two were simply changing locations to conduct academic research, but their presence was so intimidating that no schemer dared to act rashly.

Moreover, Lyman has already investigated the forces connected to the demons, and the "list" that Frilian had casually mentioned has become a reality.

But focusing on the big picture and letting go of the small details is the art.

According to Wayne's advice, nobles who are beneficial to supporting the new king should be spared punishment or offered a deal. Faced with the serious accusation of "colluding with the demons," they always choose to cooperate or even submit.

In a sense, the two were acting under someone else's coattails, relying entirely on the lingering influence of Frilian's achievements. The nobles who had paid a huge price in exchange were quite critical, feeling that they were just using someone else's name to intimidate them.

So what?

A kingdom whose elite forces have been wiped out is not qualified to challenge the association.

Moreover, the opinions of the divine magicians who have made great contributions to protecting the country are of paramount importance to ordinary people.

Therefore, the two acting on behalf of Frillie's will proceeded smoothly, essentially eliminating the stubborn opposition. Of course, some unpleasant incidents did occur along the way:

Rebellion.

Some nobles, unwilling to accept the severe losses they had suffered, eventually raised the banner of rebellion.

However, their struggle was doomed to failure, becoming another achievement for Frilian, who easily captured them. To her, the strong were harder to control and thus had to be killed, while the weak were easily manipulated; it was better to spare the rebels' lives and hand them over to the new king.

She launched her attack under the banner of "His Majesty's and the Imperial Cabinet's orders," naturally giving the new management of the Labyrinth Kingdom the opportunity to establish their authority.

The 12-year-old future queen is quite intelligent.

Although he was reportedly bewildered for a whole day when he learned that he had been nominated as the next king, he was quite efficient in the actual handover of work and did not hold anyone back.

King Andrew VI was born amidst a month-long power struggle among various factions.

It's been decided.

Compromises were made where necessary, deals were made where necessary, and liquidations were liquidated where necessary. In this way, the situation gradually stabilized, and the restoration of the capital city entered a fast track, with resilient structures being built on the ruins.

Thanks to Frilian's ridiculously powerful magic, she can easily manipulate levitation, gravity, and construction.

In reality, she doesn't need to do anything extra; just being busy at the construction site every day is enough to be frightening. Her strength alone is comparable to, or even surpasses, the deterrent power of a national guard. She is a symbol of miracles walking on the earth.

Thanks to her long-awaited extended stay in reality and intensive use of magic, Frillie's control has improved even further.

I've become a bit stronger.

Vlamé was the one in the group who enjoyed the journey itself the most.

There's no need for her to get involved in all the major events and power struggles so early. Aside from her daily research, she has nothing to do, unlike her three elders who are constantly busy and have no rest. Children have the privilege of not working, which ironically gives Vlamé time to go shopping.

Witnessing a city rebuild from ruins is a wonderful thing.

To experience such sensational news on one's first long-distance trip is quite legendary, no less so than the deeds of heroes.

So Vlamé spent the entire month in a state of excitement.