Frilian at Elden Ring

Suddenly, the girl in his arms coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Her breathing gradually returned to normal, and the danger of suffocation was gone. Her life force recovered at a visible speed, and she opened her eyes.

She was surrounded by warmth, and in front of her was a silver-haired elf with long pointed ears. She had a detached demeanor, but a smile appeared on her face after the successful rescue.

In a daze, she thought she was doomed. After all, being targeted by such demons meant she was likely to die. She was just lucky to be able to hide temporarily, which didn't change her fate; she would probably become one of the wandering ghosts. Unexpectedly, she was rescued.

Her abundant energy reminded the girl of the reality of being alive, turning into warm tears that overflowed from her eyes and blurred her vision.

“My name is Frilian. It’s safe here now, and I’ve healed your wounds.”

"My name is Vlamé."

"Good name. You are a strong child. You survived a great calamity and will surely be blessed with good fortune. This is not just a comforting remark. I have discovered that you have a strong affinity for magic and are quite talented. Otherwise, I would not have been able to save someone who is not cooperating."

"Thank you, I will never forget this kindness."

"You're welcome. Human eternity is too short for me. Live a carefree life. Can you walk on your own? I have things to do."

Vlame nodded obediently and stood awkwardly in place, watching as her savior examined the bodies and collected the belongings, while digging graves to bury the unfortunate victims.

I've heard that the elven race is a group of people who have no concept of death and don't necessarily respect funerals, but Frilian is an exception.

Although she also had a somewhat aloof nature, she seemed very humane. Her constant digging showed that she cared about these people and didn't want to see them left to rot in the wilderness.

Do you have family in the surrounding towns?

"Have."

"That's good. I'll give you a ride later. I hope you won't suffer any more trouble."

How thoughtful! Frilian's behavior at this moment overturned the impression that Vlame had built up from the rumors. She was not some heartless elf. On the contrary, she was very caring and must have grown up in an environment full of rich emotions.

In contrast, demons are known for their insincere smiles; their alien and terrifying aura, mimicking humans, is truly frightening. Despite claiming to be as slow-witted as elves, they are essentially a different species altogether.

"Your Excellency, those demons..."

"They're all dead, killed by me. I still have some belongings they seized that didn't belong to them, so please return them to their rightful owners."

Licking the bag is a necessary step, but some of the items that were clearly from humans were not taken by Frilian. Perhaps the owner's family needs them more, so she will find someone to take them away when the time comes.

As for gold, silver, and jewelry, just pick and choose what you can take. After all, you can't go to town without money later. Since the demons are so blind to your worth, let's accept all the spoils.

Her nonchalant display of her spoils astonished Vlamé.

ended?

General Azart, whom the Kingdom's allied forces found extremely troublesome, has fallen? He was clearly a formidable executioner, yet his death was utterly unremarkable, as if the murderer had simply kicked a stray dog.

Frillie will probably forget about the general by the next day; he's not worth bothering with such a powerful figure.

The red-haired girl gazed into the distant forest, where the remaining magic was like an abyss, faintly resonating with the person before her, suggesting a swift and one-sided battle.

In contrast, he could only flee around to save his life, and was completely powerless to resist the demons' attack.

"You must be very strong, right?"

"It is."

"Then may I ask, Lady Frilian, if you could teach me magic?"

This question made her pause slightly. She had never thought about this before. She frequently took on apprentices in the game, but didn't have a single proper disciple to inherit her knowledge in reality. Wasn't that a bit too selfish? It didn't align with the concept of spreading magical techniques.

On the bright side, the wisdom of another world can take root and flourish here, and we can also have one more assistant.

On the worst, since they have already participated in the war against the demons, what if they were to die at the hands of the enemy one day and also lose their knowledge? That would be a terrible sin, and they would die with their eyes wide open in disbelief.

Frilian despises magicians who hide their skills until they die.

How to do?

“Taking on apprentices is troublesome, and I don’t have any plans in that regard for the time being. But you have good talent and are resilient enough; it would be a waste to waste such a promising talent…”

Vlame's face fell upon hearing the refusal, but the elf's words suggested there was still a chance? Actually, whether or not he became her disciple was irrelevant. As long as she was willing to teach, he would accept her as his master.

After a moment of thought, Frilian took out a notebook containing her early insights into magic. It was all basic, and the underlying logic would not become outdated over time.

So she confidently entrusted the task to the child, letting him understand the basics first before teaching anything else.

Feeling the weight of the notebook, Vlame was overjoyed, her eyes shining. She casually flipped through it and found it to be full of profound knowledge, but she was confident in her ability to delve into it. This fascinating field filled her with intense curiosity.

"Don't rush to look. I'll take you to town when I'm done with my work. I'll tell you some tips on the way so you can avoid taking detours."

"really?"

"And I also have some unique secret techniques, such as my soul magic."

Frillien recognized Vlame's talent. With Professor Serenius assisting her in research in the borderlands, she needed a helper in the real world as well. Besides, this magic was a culmination of knowledge from several worlds, enough for a human to study for a lifetime.

Wouldn't it maximize efficiency if research were conducted in parallel on two tracks and exchanged ideas? That would make things much easier.

Half a day later, a cemetery was completed.

For Frillie, who used magic throughout the process, it wasn't difficult. The most tedious step was actually confirming the identity and corresponding relics; the rest could be left to the family.

Humanity already has a standard procedure for this; war has changed too many ideas and reshaped life.

Vlame laid flowers and bowed at each tombstone. She said that one of her close relatives had passed away, and everyone had fought to the last moment to fight for a chance of survival, which was worthy of mourning.

"It's getting late, maybe we should take a nap before setting off."

"In the cemetery?"

"Isn't this convenient? When you're traveling, there's no need to be so particular... Fine, I'll make an exception for today."

Building a simple house by digging and erecting walls was very easy for Frillie; she could do it with a flick of her wrist. However, due to her usual habitual lifestyle, she didn't pay much attention to it and didn't even think about it.

With a wave of her staff, the silver-haired girl sheltered the astonished Volame in a small hut.

Since taking care of children does require some caution, it's not that she's inexperienced. In the Elf Village, there are people of all ages, and she occasionally helps her neighbors look after them. She just doesn't know if humans are more vulnerable.

"Get a good night's sleep, I'll keep watch."

As they were talking, Frilian took off her outer garment and covered the girl with it, while she herself remained in a meditative state, constantly refining her magic power.

In fact, she sleeps more in the game because sleep is essentially a long dream. Reality, on the other hand, is full of enemies that can truly threaten her life, leaving no room for complacency. Therefore, she spends more time cultivating her magic power; otherwise, her millennium-level physique wouldn't have come easily.

Feeling the warmth of the body on the clothes, Vlamé was slightly taken aback, and there was also a faint floral fragrance, as if it came from a flower field.

"May I lean on Lady Frillien?"

"casual."

Upon hearing this, she carefully leaned into his arms. In fact, the elf was quite petite and soft, even somewhat bony, yet she inexplicably gave people a sense of security, probably from magic.

The more carefully you perceive it, the more you will find that its magic pillars are slightly swaying. The actual total amount is probably multiplied by 5, no, it could be 10 times.

Now that Vlamé was in the safest place in the world, he slept soundly without a care in the world. His long eyelashes quickly stopped trembling, and he drifted off to sleep peacefully. He was exhausted; the terrifying day was finally over.

Her body slid, and her head slipped from her shoulder to her thigh, where it felt softer, so she slept even more soundly.

At that moment, Frilian gave her so-called cheap apprentice a deep look.

"You actually sensed my hidden magic? How many more surprises do you have in store for me?"

Although the demon race seems to be at its zenith, the human era continues to stride forward, with geniuses emerging one after another; perhaps all that's missing is a systematic education in magical knowledge...

The notes should be helpful, but unfortunately they are not beginner-level enough. It would be great if future generations could develop a complete teaching system based on these notes.

The night gradually passed in meditation. Normally, Frillie would take a nap every few days to catch up, but this time, because of the little one, she had to stay alert all night to protect her.

the next day.

Vlame, who had woken up naturally, suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed the silver-haired girl's arm.

"It wasn't a dream after all; you're still here."

"I won't leave until I'm sure you're safe. Pack your bags and get going. This is the edge of a battlefield, so the sooner we move, the better."

At the same time, she noticed that Frilian was releasing energy with her wand while slowly buoying her body a few centimeters, using demonic flight magic as if she were doing morning exercises. She was probably just imitating, but she was actually making real progress.

It turns out that even such a powerful elf elder hasn't forgotten to research new magic.

More importantly, she proved one thing: the sky is not the domain of demon mages alone; humans can do it too.

Those intelligent monsters are nothing special.

The specialness and holiness they keep emphasizing are actually not worth mentioning. Even their most prized power was defeated by an unknown elf. So, Vlame might also succeed if he seriously learns from Lady Frilian.

"This is the flight magic I'm trying out. It's currently in the research and development stage, but I think the main problem is proficiency. I'll tell you the specific spell later."

Research on the enemy should never stop, especially since flying magic is indeed very convenient.

Unfortunately, probably because the rules of the world are different, it can hardly fly in the border area; they probably have to rely on gravity magic or something similar over there.

The two set off.

The Elf Forest is actually located in a relatively remote area, in a corner of a horizontal fan-shaped battlefield. The defense line is mainly to resist the attack from the demons and protect the central town behind it.

Now, the northern part of the mainland has basically fallen, and the most brutal battlefield is in the central region.

Faced with a life-or-death crisis, the various human kingdoms united, including the long-lived dwarves, to form a coalition army and fight tenaciously. Unfortunately, they were still at a disadvantage overall and risked having their territory further eroded...

The above information was shared by Vlame; in terms of information flow, the outside world far surpasses the village, and Frilian reciprocates with knowledge.

“In our world, magic is based on imagination, but even more so on confidence in one’s ability to do it. At your age, you don’t have as many preconceived notions, making you the most suitable person to study it.”

"My first principle of soul magic: The soul exists."

"You can let your soul reside in different objects, repair your own soul and let the damage be reflected back into your body, and attack your soul to cause irreversible, curse-level damage..."

It's not basic at all.

Therefore, Frilian should first instill relevant hypotheses and ideas in children, otherwise, if they learn too much and think that the soul does not exist, they should not expect anything. Instead, she should give Volamey some inspiration and then assist him with professional knowledge.

In fact, all the effects she mentioned have been achieved, especially the true damage attacks targeting the soul.

The reason it's not used much is that it's currently limited to single-target environments, while we have too many single-target methods. The current development focus is on large-scale legion-level combat.

Both real-world warfare and struggles for dominance in border regions have created an urgent need for this.

"May I call you teacher?"

The girl's sudden question startled Frillie slightly, and she gave her a puzzled look, as if she were asking a question.

“Magic is very difficult to learn in human society. Even nobles have to go through a complicated apprenticeship ceremony, and they are not guaranteed to have real skills. But you even gave me your research results. Even if Lady Frilian does not approve, I will still regard you as my teacher.”

"Good, it's not bad to have a disciple as talented as you."

"Thank you."