Frilian at Elden Ring

Rodrigo awkwardly pressed her legs together, crossed one arm, and her eyes darted around nervously.

Despite this, after feeling comforted by Frilian, she still proceeded with the spirit induction in an orderly manner. To her, the true protector of the Round Table was this Soul King.

"That's certainly unusual. Is he a colleague?"

"Not necessarily, and his attitude is terrible; he speaks ill of everyone."

"I heard the mournful cry of the soul, it was a curse, but this curse was not good at killing, but was filled with resentment. What kind of person could have such a deep hatred?"

The silver-haired girl stared intently at the room on the other side. Out of courtesy to the Great Blessed Space, she did not easily use her large-scale perception, but it was difficult for a soul mage not to notice that energy.

Allied forces are one thing.

Since Rodrika is worried, why not test the waters?

As she stood up, the spirit medium cautioned, "Don't cause any conflict; the round table hall can't withstand too much disturbance."

Frillie nodded, then entered the corridor at the end of the path beside Sir Hundred Wisdom's side. The once tightly closed door opened, revealing a new life force inside. It was a Red Spirit guest, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

However, his appearance was truly strange:

The massive armor completely covered the head, with the abdomen being particularly prominent, leaving no flaws. The dark-colored armor was also covered with lumps and emitted a strange odor.

It's less like clothing and more like some kind of contaminated skin, which is unpleasant.

Fortunately, she had seen many demons and monsters, so she could tolerate them.

Even Frillie, who prides herself on being resilient, frowned deeply. The last time she was this vulnerable was in the fly-infested room of the art world, a place filled with unpleasant memories. It takes a certain skill to make every stranger dislike you at first glance.

Out of politeness, she suppressed her discomfort; she had to at least show enough respect, and proceed with courtesy before resorting to force.

"disturb."

"Have you ever felt the curse? That feared, loathed affliction of life? That ugly blessing? I've heard of you, Frilian. The moment I met you, I knew you harbored something terrible, a curse you've managed to suppress quite well."

"You know me, but I don't know you. Could you introduce yourself?"

"Hmph, you're still a child, ignorant of filth and completely unaware of your own ignorance. There's nothing to say to you. It's rare to have some peace and quiet, so don't disturb us."

"I need to know what you're here for?"

The man who ate feces uttered an impatient complaint, but ultimately held back the vicious words that were about to come out of his mouth.

Because the vast and boundless pressure, as deep as an abyss and as powerful as a prison, enveloped the small area, with raging waves, he was just a small boat swaying under Frilian's power, and she could take his life with a single thought.

No infighting? Whose rule is that? Right now, the biggest rule at the Round Table is Soul King, and besides, she certainly doesn't lack methods that leave no trace.

"I will spread my knowledge so that more people will devote themselves to the curse."

"It's no good."

“But I have a feeling that I might find the runes that can repair the magic rings and show a way.”

Hoping to escape unscathed, the cod-eater continued to explain, but Frilline remained unmoved, her gaze fixed intently on the ground, unaware that she was observing the player's advice.

[Old Eight is a key character; he can decide on a method for repairing Rune.]

No, that's the worst possible outcome.

I tried collecting them, and I felt like I couldn't even hold back my narration.

[This makes sense. Along the way, the people and things I've encountered have either died or scattered. What's left? Since the borderlands have never shown me any kindness, then let's all suffer. This terrible world deserves to be destroyed.]

I don't know, I just found it annoying and killed it. The one boiling shrimp too, it looked weird, so I killed it too.

That's right, you are the King of Elden, you can kill whomever you want.

What preparations are needed if we're collecting this information?

[No need to rush, wait until you reach the Yatan Plateau. Once you enter the Yatan Plateau, several side quests will advance rapidly. Before that, make sure to review the storylines you want.]

[Then deal with the coprophagists]

Frillie examined the advice and found that the guy wasn't exaggerating. Although she didn't know the specifics, it did indeed produce a kind of rune repair.

We can use it, but we can't be without it, so keeping it won't hurt. We can deal with it later.

"Behave yourselves. If the guests at the round table are disturbed, I don't mind maintaining a good atmosphere."

The cold tone made the coprophagists nod vigorously.

201

Chapter 201 The Little Sickle Reappears.

After giving the warning, Frillie didn't linger and turned to leave the room quickly.

The dung-eater, still shaken and panting, was left behind. After all, the pressure from the quasi-king was not something to be trifled with, and he thought he was going to die.

Whatever.

He was about to begin preparing for the next step: to make the power of the curse manifest in the magic ring.

Little did she know that the general plan was no secret to Frilian.

This provides another clue to repairing the rune, but it's hardly good news, as a look at the creator makes it clear that it likely leads to a bad outcome. In any case, it's best to leave it for later and not worry about it now.

I'll stop here; I won't bully anyone.

Back in the forging room, Rodrika cautiously asked, "How was it? Did he curse you with those words?"

"No, because as long as you are strong enough, the other party will become friendly."

"Indeed."

"He seemed to be in a hurry, so I guess he won't stay long. It's just a minor incident, nothing to mention."

Frilian comforted the cautious spirit trainer girl.

"I've taken care of the spirit interrogation you needed."

A fresh handful of summoning ashes resonated with the bell, and at that moment she felt the spirits leap with joy.

As expected of the module known as the "Summoning Snail," it can generate corresponding ashes from ordinary monsters, breaking through the limitations of species. Regardless of quality, there's no shortage of quantity; even mobs have their uses, and besides, mages can enhance them.

In time, the Legion of Bones will live up to its name. As long as they cooperate with him enough, he won't need to use the resources of the personal guard.

"Thank you, this is exactly what I need."

I'm happy if I can help you.

Rodrigo smiled and said, "Remember to come and patronize our business often."

"See you later."

After speaking, Frilian stepped into the light of the Great Blessing, her figure disappearing in the blink of an eye, and the heaviness in the air of the entire Round Table Hall seemed to dissipate. Although she did not deliberately display any pressure, the influence of her magic was omnipresent.

The cod-eater breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing that the aura had disappeared.

Let's rest for now. He'll have time for a long journey later, so it's important to conserve his energy. As for spreading the runic power of the curse, we'll find an opportunity eventually.

Sir Eldest in the office stared in the direction of the Great Blessing and murmured, "Has he become stronger again? No... to be precise, he has unleashed and activated even more power. Does the Great Rune mean this to you?"

Therefore, it's not hard for him to guess that Soul King would never be satisfied with just two pieces.

The journey to collect all the fragments of the Elden Ring is fraught with difficulty, and the waves it creates will wash over the borderlands.

……

Northern Lienia.

After finishing her roundtable session, Frillie rushed to her seat at the meeting to deliver her report.

At her whistle, her good friend Torret appeared and even ate a few bites of the Roa Fruit.

A moment later, the silver-haired girl mounted her horse and galloped towards the end of the road. The surrounding vegetation was lush and green. Much of the ruins she remembered had been cleared away, and the once overgrown brick road was now as bright as new, large enough to accommodate an army of ten thousand people to pass through quickly.

The main road around the lake has been completely renovated.

The long-absent galloping spirited horse let out a triumphant neigh, until it reached the bottom of the cliff of the Yatan Plateau, where one side was the high point of the border, and the other side concealed an eerie atmosphere.

"Be careful, there is indeed the aura of mad fire."

Melina gazed into the distance. "That's the Mad Fire Lighthouse that Mugram mentioned."

Looking in that direction, it's as if you can sense that there once was a huge fireball, just like the sun.

Everyone who witnessed it went mad.

"The cleaning wasn't thorough."

Frilian still sensed some traces of the Madfire infection, and even a few hidden followers, who she would have to eliminate one by one. But there was no need to blame Mugram's actions; after all, she hadn't expected to finish him off in a single encirclement.

For safety reasons, the Maniac stronghold should indeed be inspected in batches.

In other words, there might be some treasures here that we haven't had time to search for yet; we'll have to look carefully.

While pondering, she released the ancient, vengeful spirits of the dead, and a dark mass of roaring skulls appeared above the lighthouse in broad daylight.

Whoops!

Without any specific instructions, they are highly proactive in searching for the presence of any living person, directly tracking the soul and life reactions, and no matter how deeply you hide, you cannot escape them.

Sure enough, some believers were forced to leave their hiding places, such as the large vat and the well.

"Don't be afraid, this is just a test of the mad fire."

"We will continue to live forever, and no one can kill Madfire, which is a mad consciousness."

"It's coming, the chaotic era."

Frillie had originally intended to try and get some information about Madfire, but his erratic behavior made it impossible to talk to him, so she kept her distance.

She wouldn't waste her breath on people who had been brainwashed by cults. Instead, she had to be wary of them spreading their corrupting influence while trying to spread their teachings. So she didn't stop the ancient, vengeful spirits from killing, letting the screams continue, leaving no one alive.

The forces of pure chaos are of course also enemies of the future King of Elden, and we cannot allow you to continue to wreak havoc on the borderlands.

After a while.

What the two now see is an abandoned land where the cultists of Mad Fire are no longer present, so they can forget about causing any more trouble.

As it turns out, in areas with a well-established and organized political order, a small number of cult members cannot cause any trouble. They cannot withstand a single round of extermination by the magic academy and are completely wiped out without a trace.

A burnt smell wafted from the ruins.

Frillie dug through the rubble and found a corpse with flames still burning in its eyes, apparently left behind by the vengeful spirits cleaning up the battlefield. She casually unleashed a chaotic flame, completely obliterating anything that might have been contaminated. "They really know how to hide; no wonder they've been able to wage guerrilla warfare for so long."