Frilian at Elden Ring

It's not just unpredictable; it's a Frankenstein's monster, a collection of unknowable elements.

From a prophet's perspective, he is nothing short of a terror.

An indescribable malevolence is woven together, draped in a twisted fleshy exterior, within which burn countless howling souls, all contained within the silhouette of an elf, a fate filled with incongruity, chaos, and nausea.

When you observe Frilian, she is definitely observing you.

However, the other party either actively sealed off the means to reverse the pollution, or simply couldn't afford to, so they basically ignored the demon prophet's spying.

Shurahart murmured, "After the Battle of Northwind Fortress, she warned me through her apprentice's question:"

“As long as I am strong enough, I will become the point of convergence of the prophet’s inescapable destiny. So she is not afraid of my schemes, and given Frilian’s personality, she might even welcome them.”

"..."

The demons remained silent.

People don't quite understand the emotions of elves, but they can still sense their powerful spirit.

Indeed, if the massive losses suffered by the demon race could have been avoided, it should have been predicted at Northwind Fortress, instead of dragging on until now and giving rise to the increasingly powerful and uncontrollable Vlame, as well as the ever-growing Magic Association.

The direct consequence of the defeat in the Labyrinth Kingdom was the accelerated formation of the Central United Front, a dangerous situation.

"According to His Majesty's wishes and my prophecy, the elves must be dealt with."

Shurahat looked around and then his gaze fell on Miracle Seven, the Sage. "Glaosam, you need to be prepared."

"What are your orders?"

"The prophecy tells me that powerful mental magic can put Frilian in mortal danger, so we need you for the next plan."

"Is it a dangerous situation rather than a weakness, and we don't even know who will win or lose?"

"Yes, that is the shortcoming of the prophet."

Upon hearing this, the cautious Miracle Illusionist's eyes flickered. The situation was far too unpredictable; as expected, Shurahart still hadn't seen through the opponent's illusion. Unexpected events were destined to become part of the battle, yet they were unavoidable.

His loyalty to His Majesty and the Prophet is nothing more than a risk; he will surely answer the call if summoned.

Moreover, according to Shurahat's estimation, he would not be the only one of the Seven Sages heading to the Elf Town at that time.

"Then I'm ready to serve at any time."

"--It's alright. There's still plenty of time before the right moment. The immediate priority is to deal with the Northern Alliance, which is supported by the Central Region. So let's begin the war council immediately."

Meanwhile, at the Northwind Fortress Magic Association branch.

In front of the door.

Numerous mages, staff, and passersby gathered here to bid farewell to Frilian, who was about to return to her hometown to cultivate in seclusion.

Just when you think she's accumulated enough connections to cause trouble, she gracefully withdraws and leaves, disappearing for a long time without a trace, seemingly indifferent to power. Is it because she's still attached to her homeland, or is it simply the nature of the elven race?

Compared to her fellow countrymen, Frilian has been active enough, so it's not surprising that she plans to go quiet.

"Master, everything is ready."

Vlame loaded the carriage with large and small bags of luggage, including souvenirs for his friends in town, and he himself would stay there.

Before she came of age, Frilian planned to have her personal disciple live by her side to instill magical knowledge as early as possible. Besides, she was worried about letting her go out on a long journey alone, since she was definitely on the demons' kill list and had to be careful.

This road leads towards the Elf Forest, while the carriage on the other side heads north, driven by none other than Lyman.

Wayne said, "Looks like our team is going to go our separate ways."

"Yes, I need to report to Ms. Celie."

"The upcoming period of seclusion will definitely take a lot of time. In short, if you need anything, just ask Vlame. I won't come out of seclusion easily unless it's a particularly urgent situation."

"I'm a little reluctant to leave..."

The red-haired girl sat in the carriage, swinging her legs, her sighs filled with reminiscence.

“It’s no big deal, Vlame. If you’re interested, we can team up again in a while, like 10 years.”

"Spare me, you two."

Wayne chuckled and shrugged. "This old man might live another 10 years, but he'll never be as crazy as he used to be. Besides, we're just a senior citizen team; young people should stick with young people."

His words drew laughter from two adults in the group.

Based on average age, the Elf race alone could raise its entire population to the level of elderly.

"Enough with the jokes, everyone. I have to go to the northern front. I'll take my leave now. We're working together on a cause, and we'll meet again sooner or later."

Lyman pulled on the reins and rode away.

"President, Miss Vlame, thank you for allowing me to safely complete a major adventure at this age."

Wayne let out a long sigh: "Alright, we see each other often, so let's not be so mushy. Goodbye."

After saying this, he waved his hand and turned to leave, and the other escorts also waved.

"See you."

The red-haired girl answered loudly, and then Frilian, who was beside her, nodded to everyone and started the carriage, heading towards the forest.

Compared to the wild and primitive landscape of the past, there is now a clear road leading to Elf Town, with lush bushes on both sides, birds singing and flowers blooming, as if you were in a flower garden.

You can even see elves walking along the way.

At least they will travel to surrounding towns, making them much more mobile than before.

Vlame felt a constant bumpy ride, partly due to the bad road and partly due to her driver's poor driving skills... Suddenly she noticed that Frilian was gazing at the sky and releasing a wisp of pressure, which startled her, making her think that a big fight was about to break out.

"what happened?"

"This feeling is like the demon race's prophet observing fate."

"Ah! How did you know?"

"If my perception is strong enough, information will reveal its flaws on its own, so I make some preparations before I fall asleep."

……

At the entrance to Elf Town.

Having heard that her companions were about to arrive, Miliadele got up early and stood at the door with a group of people from the elven town, watching a carriage slowly drive in. The familiar faces filled her with a sense of security.

Some enthusiastic compatriots greeted them from a distance:

"Welcome back, Frilian-senpai."

"That really caused a huge commotion, but it's good that you're back safe and sound."

The master and apprentice opposite them waved back, then the carriage stopped, and a third person got off, wearing a cloak and looking mysterious.

Who?

In a small, close-knit community, everyone knows each other well. Even a gait or body shape can roughly tell if someone is a stranger. This guy must be an outsider, but why is he so similar to Frilian in every way?

The next moment, the guest lifted his hood, revealing a hazy white figure, which, apart from being a little shorter, looked exactly like the original.

The room fell silent. Even the usually oblivious Millie Adele shook her bottle and muttered, "Am I still not awake because I drank too much last night?"

"Let me introduce you all, this is the Water Mirror Demon."

Everyone was shocked. For the ancient elves, the great demon of the mythical era was not far off; it was a name they had heard of. And now you're saying it's been subdued? And standing there so obediently?

It was genuine; at least the magical aura emanating from it was enough to make the Great Demon Clan retreat.

"As you can see, I have completely tamed it. From now on, it will only maintain my clone form to guard the village. It can also serve as a sparring partner. Fight as you like. The Water Mirror Demon has no problem with its endurance or recovery. It's always good to have more combat power."

"Reliable Frilian, are you thinking of me?"

"No, at least it doesn't drink alcohol."

"cut!"

Suddenly, the silver-haired girl looked at her with a serious gaze, causing Millie Adele to put down her wine bottle.

“You should be relieved of your position as gatekeeper; after all, you're better suited to leading the group, and you know about my insurance policy…”

She added, "The demonic prophet is plotting a new attack; be vigilant."

"Oh, what if the demons had a way to prevent you from waking up on your own?"

"Adele, I told you to use the insurance plan if it gets too dangerous."

The alcohol remedy nodded solemnly.

Although Vlame was curious about what the two best friends were talking about, they were obviously keeping it a secret to avoid the prophet, so she suppressed her curiosity for the time being.

Then Frilian distributed the souvenirs she had brought to everyone, which included a large number of magic books and specialties unearthed from the Labyrinth Kingdom, adding a touch of exoticism to the town's decor.

The rest are nothing more than trivial matters:

The elves accepted the Water Mirror Demon without any trouble.

Who would hate a guardian who doesn't cry or make a fuss and just stays quietly by their side? Their strength is visible to the naked eye.

Some children excitedly visited the new guests, who greeted them with a bewildered look, even patting the elf child's head, behaving more like an adorable pet.

Reliable.

In addition, Frilian instructed that a set of light armor be made for the Water Mirror Demon, so that the battle mage with high resilience would be even more tenacious.

For example, she and Vlame helped the townspeople repair a street and expand the new district. During this time, some elves joined them. It was surprising to learn that the elves were so reclusive that they only came to visit because of a famous stronghold. Some of them even joined the community.

Now it truly deserves the name of a small town.

Regardless of population or size, it now possesses the foundation for vigorous development, no longer lacking what it needs as before, and has a continuously functioning system.

The blacksmith's furnace burned continuously, and there was always smelting business, with thick smoke billowing out.

The sound of neighing could be heard from the horse pen from time to time. In order to meet everyone's needs, the animals naturally had to keep up and had to be taken out for a walk from time to time.

The shop was always bustling with people, and there were always some novel items appearing, which even the elves frequently glanced at. The shop owner, also an elf, understood everyone's psychology: the items didn't necessarily have to be practical, but they had to be something they had never seen before.

Furthermore, places such as the tavern, square, training ground, and post office were further expanded and became more and more presentable.

Refreshed.

Frillie felt a sense of unfamiliarity walking down the street.

I've only been away for less than three months, yet I've been exposed to this kind of atmosphere. The elven race is developing faster than I imagined. Their lack of emotional connection is a consequence, not a cause. As long as there are enough people and they become more social, they will gradually resemble humans.

Of course, as elves, they still exhibit their own unique characteristics. For example, there are no theaters or stages, and very little cultural entertainment that can stir their emotions.