Frilian at Elden Ring

He wanted to gain military merit and give the opportunity to train his troops to fight to others, especially the soldiers in the Nimgford region, who should have the opportunity. He probably cared the most about this.

We can't afford to fall behind when our troops are training in the Lieniana ruins and mines.

Frilian smiled and said, "Alright, let's continue with Lord Jellian's plan. Let's leave the opportunity to defeat the enemy and obtain rune enhancements to the two main forces. Everyone should divide the work properly so that we can be efficient. From now on, the Galid area will be the responsibility of the Weeping Peninsula Army, and the Ningmgford Army will take turns to rest and recuperate."

"...Yes, Your Majesty."

In a sense, the most significant decision reached at the meeting essentially declared the fate of the former Shattered Star General's fiefdom, completing the division of the spoils with minimal effort.

There were no unnecessary disputes; everything was settled with a single command from her—that was the authority that came with absolute power.

Jeremy looked sentimental but ultimately accepted it.

That's it.

In any case, the fiefdom of the former Shattered Star General was already a mere shell of its former self. Now that it was liberated, why not move forward with a new mission? At least the burden has been lifted, and things are much easier than before. Consider it retirement.

"From this day forward, the Red Lion City will be adorned with your flag and portrait, and your statue will be erected."

"That's not necessarily true... Never mind, whatever, I'll do as the Romans do."

The change of allegiance was completed long ago during the Four Gods War, but it was only today that Frilian digested it, giving both sides ample time to adjust.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty."

"Praise be to the great Soul King."

Everyone present quickly offered their greetings and congratulations, to which the silver-haired girl, as the main character, responded with a professional smile.

She didn't really care about the size of the territory; what mattered was that her subordinates had new opportunities for rewards and promotions. The series of promotion resources freed up by Galid were enough for centuries, and their incentive to the entire Southern faction was comparable to a major victory.

Win-win.

Edgar murmured, "I witnessed the conquest of Nymgford as a Stormrider, ushering in the reign of the Golden Dynasty..."

"Now, the system of the fiefdom of King Fuladagan has collapsed, and times have truly changed."

His sentiments represented those of the majority; at that moment, a profound sense of history seemed to sweep across the land, and under Frilian's leadership, the era was unfolding a new dawn. The future was bright, and everyone firmly believed this.

Hyde was the happiest of all, and he almost burst out laughing.

Jeremy didn't say anything more, he was already very satisfied with the status quo. In fact, he was in a state of retirement, unless one day he needed to descend as a commander to lead another great battle.

Seren, Tops, and others from the first department of the academy were not interested in political affairs and at most gave some technical reports, which only Frilian could understand.

The second half of the meeting.

The discussion focused on more detailed aspects, such as staffing, financial revenue and expenditure, and production and construction. These were left to professional technical bureaucrats, while Frilian only listened briefly to get a general understanding.

If Melina hadn't told her to "just treat it as memorizing magical knowledge and write it down," she would have left long ago.

In conclusion, the meeting went smoothly.

It is clear what changes occurred in her sphere of influence during her slumber.

After some discussion, the management of the three fiefdoms connected their work. The territories that had recovered and even prospered would form a whole and work together to further improve their resource levels.

"Meeting dismissed."

Towards the end, Frillie finally waved goodbye as if she were liberated, saying that such tedious work was enough to do once or twice.

Before leaving, Mugram warned, "Your Majesty, it is said that the reason why the Church of Tranquility has been neglected is because those who tried to disturb it have all died. Please be careful."

"So I'll go to the Round Table Hall to get my equipment."

After rising from her seat, the silver-haired girl strode towards the teleportation point.

Everyone was used to Frillie's decisive and efficient style, and knew she was probably trying to secure some long-term commissions from the Round Table Hall. Even though her forces were not lacking in artisans and spirit trainers, she still chose the Round Table.

Perhaps it's the style of the Faded Ones that better suits His Majesty's sense of ease, making him feel that these are the true adventurers.

The Great Blessing Space.

Previously, there were always plenty of idle Faded Ones whenever I came here, but now it's a bit quieter, probably because Stoneville's guild takes on a significant portion of the commission functions. Anyway, according to Hyde's report, it's getting busier and busier.

Most of them were busy with commissions, mutually beneficial with the Southern Army.

The prayer master Colin greeted her, asking, "Lady Frilline, have you inquired about the Golden Mask Master for me? Where is he?"

"Intelligence indicates it's on the Asian Plateau."

"It's really far."

"In your opinion, does this master possess the knowledge to unravel the mysteries of the Elden Ring and find the way to restore it?"

She stated bluntly: "If that doesn't work, I'm not interested in vague philosophical theories; those things can't save the borderlands."

"The master's level is very high, but I don't know exactly how high. I'll ask him when the time comes."

"By the way, I'd like to ask you about someone, Vic..."

However, Colin didn't know much about it. Apart from the academic knowledge related to prayer and the Dharma Ring, his knowledge was actually limited, and he was also somewhat unfamiliar with the other Faded Ones.

Frillie thought that veteran and top-tier Faded Ones like Roger, D, and Neferi should know, but unfortunately, they weren't. Perhaps it was because she had too many commissions from the guilds she supported, and it all came crashing down.

But there was one roundtable leader who was always there.

The silver-haired girl went to the corridor to the side of the round table and knocked on the door to enter.

Upon seeing her master, Frilian immediately greeted him and asked, "Sir Hundred Wisdom, what do you know about Vic, the Knight of the Round Table?"

Even while working at his desk behind his helmet, he showed a slight moment of surprise. It was quite rare to see the first intelligence report from the border region evoking a sense of nostalgia.

"That's old news."

"...I'm sorry, I don't know the specifics of what happened to him, but it's related to the Mad Fire. You'd better stay away."

Frillie leaned against the doorframe, silent, as if she hadn't heard the refusal.

Sir Hundred Wisdom looked at the silver-haired girl's expression that seemed to say, "Do you think I'm stupid? You must know something, don't try to fool me." He knew that she was not satisfied and had great faith in his intelligence capabilities.

Forget it, it's a small matter, not worth making enemies with.

“Vic is strong, of noble character, and renowned. He has won the favor of the ancient dragon Lance Sanx and can wield that ancient dragon power. In my mind, he is the epitome of the Faded Ones, supporting the Hall of the Round Table to stand firm in turbulent times.”

Frillie didn't react much, but she noticed a hint of hostility emanating from the spirit of Melina beside her.

The best fader should be the partner, and for Sir Hundred Wisdom to say that to his face would be provocative, or perhaps he is too deeply immersed in the past.

"anything else?"

"I don't know the details, but the result was that Vic was infected by the Mad Flame, his true form was sealed in the Forbidden Domain Prison, and even the witch he loved died unexpectedly... It was probably the price of knowing part of the truth about the Golden Tree. Even as a Faded One at the Quasi-King level, there are trials that cannot be overcome."

He stared meaningfully at the silver-haired girl.

"If I'm not mistaken, Vic was unwilling to let his witch make a sacrifice and chose to bear the burden alone, but unfortunately, no matter what he chose in the end, it was wrong."

"Correct."

There's no need to discuss anything further; they're all intelligent people, so let's stop here.

Sir Hundred Wisdoms explicitly warned against the future king further encroaching on the Golden Tree, suggesting that the status quo should be maintained for now. But Frilian wouldn't listen; she continued doing what she was supposed to do, only refraining from pressing further.

Melina's expression darkened upon hearing about the witch topic. She decided to keep her answer to herself for now, knowing she could find out the truth later.

Most importantly, she doesn't trust Sir Hundred.

"Thank you very much."

"Flillian."

Suddenly he called out to the silver-haired girl who had turned around, and solemnly warned her: "When you face a choice one day, don't let your emotions easily influence your judgment."

But the other party left without looking back, closing the door behind them and offering no comment.

Those who aspire to the pinnacle of power possess pride, and if that pride is easily shaken, then they are no longer kings.

I thought you would keep asking.

After leaving Sir Hundred Wisdom's room, Melina expressed her surprise to Frilian, who was known for her love of digging deep and uncovering the truth, yet she had suppressed her curiosity.

"First of all, he is not trustworthy. Secondly, don't I have someone right beside me who knows the most about the witch's death?"

"..."

"You've been hiding something from me, but it's nothing dangerous. I don't mind. Everyone has secrets. Besides, everything will eventually come to light. The meaning of the journey is something to be discovered."

Melina was at a loss for words to respond to Melina's consistently optimistic and open-minded remarks.

She even felt a little guilty because she had been thinking about making the sacrifice on her own initiative without asking her partner's opinion, which made her too distant.

"Actually, I'm starting to have doubts about the mission myself."

"Just avoid internal strife. Whatever you're thinking, remember I have the power to break the rules and not choose the predetermined path."

"I believe you."

In the past, she probably wouldn't have taken it seriously. However, when Melina faced danger in her fierce battle against the Goddess of Corruption, the new power that erupted was terrifying. Although it was fleeting, it left a deep impression. It was incredibly domineering, possessing both burning and creative energy.

There is probably more than one similar trump card.

Therefore, Frilian has plenty of confidence. She is not interested in the scheming and intrigue between people, and whether or not she asks for the truth does not affect her adventures, always giving her companions a sense of ease.

The silver-haired girl strode into the forging corridor, where she saw Xiu Gu sweating profusely.

"The armor and weapons you commissioned me to modify are all done. They're right there; just take them."

After saying that, he continued fighting, completely ignoring the other person.

"Thank you."

The armor pieces I acquired fit perfectly with my light armor, were substantial and sturdy, and their sleek, silver-white lines exuded an air of majesty. Truly the work of a top craftsman, a pinnacle of artistry.

Frillie tried to move around and found herself quite agile, perfectly complementing the cloak embroidered by Burke, leaving no trace of the previous battle.

Preparations are complete for the next journey.

She then greeted Rodrik and handed over the new work of transferring the ashes.

"Wait a minute, why does your face look a little off?"

The girl with short blonde hair nodded, took a deep breath, and looked into the room on the other side. Even through the door, she could sense a decadent and disgusting atmosphere. Frilian had felt it as soon as she entered, but she ignored it, considering that the Round Table Hall was full of oddballs.

Of course, if it harms the environment, there are plenty of ways to inflict torture while adhering to the rules of non-combat.

"Who?"

"I don't know. It was just a chance visitor who called himself a 'coprophagia eater.' Even through the door, as a spirit trainer, I could hear the lamentations, wails, and fearful curses of numerous souls. Who was this person? What did they do? Even the most heinous acts of limb reattachment I've ever witnessed didn't have this aura..."