Frilian at Elden Ring

She sat up, intending to stride away, but Vlamé grabbed her hand; their sizes resembled an older sister leading her younger. Perhaps it was a desire for security; in any case, Frilian responded to her apprentice's insignificant request—whatever.

Surprisingly, the grand welcome she received upon entering the city was a thunderous roar.

How did I suddenly end up on the red carpet?

Meanwhile, petals rained down on both sides of Frillie, and fireworks boomed from time to time. Thousands of people around her waved to her, some even weeping with joy.

She nodded and waved in response, not making a big fuss, after all, she couldn't let someone who joined halfway steal the credit.

The nobles, however, thought differently. Led by their commander, they treated the area with the highest honors, rivaling even the king. After all, the king couldn't save Northwind Fortress, but the mage wielding the Crimson Flower could.

It's good to be alive.

The reason everyone is safe and sound is entirely thanks to Frilline's protection.

Therefore, their grand welcome can also be seen as a way of retaining each other, hoping to help each other out.

In chaotic times, the strong rule because they can provide a sense of security and maintain basic order; otherwise, no one can escape the chaos of soldiers besieging cities, burning, killing, and looting.

Of course, some people are celebrating for themselves. It is fortunate that they managed to hold on until the support arrived. Many more people did not live to see today's victory. Those who are alive should remember it and stay strong.

"Long live victory!"

"We have defended the central plains."

"Praise be to Lady Frilian."

The cheers, one after another, not only praised the situation but also provided a sense of catharsis, as the crisis that had lasted for several months was finally over.

Although the central region continued to send supplies into the city, preventing it from being besieged, everyone remained on edge until the alarm was finally lifted.

Putting everything else aside, I can finally get a good night's sleep, unlike before when demons attacked all day long, shaking the bed and dust falling from the ceiling. We had to be constantly on guard against the city falling, and we didn't even dare take our pants off so we could run away at any moment.

The long-term tension has ended, and not just temporarily, but in a complete victory.

Won Ma.

Even if a large human population loses thousands in one go, it will be difficult to breathe, let alone the demon race. It would be a serious blow to their morale.

As long as the crimson soil remains outside the city, they must be wary of Frilian's terror every day; this in itself is a deterrent: I can cast spells in your hometown.

Based on her battle record, she will quickly become one of the most renowned and powerful figures in the world.

When Frilian heard someone call her "The Burial Mage," she was finally sure it was the right title, more accurate than "The Demon Sword."

People in the real world understand me best; they can tell at a glance that this style belongs to a mage. That's good, though. With some fame, it'll be easier to find anyone, and I might even acquire more spellbooks to research new techniques.

She had seen many similar grand occasions, so she calmly walked along the welcoming avenue and headed straight for the shopping street, ready to do her shopping after a long absence.

Vlamé was completely bewildered throughout.

If it weren't for Frilian holding their hands, they probably would have forgotten how to walk. The adults' excited performance was inexplicably stressful, but more than that, it was a surge of pride.

Perhaps one day I will have it too.

Today, her teacher showed her the view from the summit, an unforgettable experience and a goal worth pursuing for a lifetime. At this moment, Vlame realized what she should be pursuing: protecting humanity and spreading magic, so that this technology could benefit civilization.

The girl with long, orange-red hair gazed at the petite yet resolute figure. She had already suppressed her magical aura, but her powerful presence was undeniable, especially her eyes:

Having witnessed countless changes in the world and the transformation of the world, imbued with the scent of time, and even more so, with loneliness. A soul forged with human passion through countless hardships is hidden within the body of an immortal being, which is why it is so magnificent, yet few people notice this essence.

An unusual strength.

What magnificent scenes unfold in the eyes of Frilian, the Thousand-Year Watcher?

If I reach a higher level, will I be able to share this loneliness with my teacher? The solitude of two people is always better than the solitude of one…

Just as Vlame was pondering, he saw the silver-haired girl cast her gaze toward a stall displaying all sorts of strange and unusual items.

"Could they all be treasures unearthed from the labyrinth?"

"Forget it, the ones unearthed last week are more like it, and 9% of the artifacts inside are younger than you."

"You don't understand. The treasures in the maze can determine the information of the maze. I've heard that there are still many large underground cities that have been lost since the mythological era. They must contain something extraordinary."

Even so, Frilian didn't have time to observe carefully for the time being, and instead went to the workshops and shops that sold magic-related supplies, especially to buy all kinds of utensils.

Ping!

Fula, her curiosity satisfied, tapped a reagent bottle, which triggered magic and produced a crisp sound, eliciting frequent exclamations from her.

The shopkeeper chuckled, "Young lady, you haven't been here before, have you? My goods are rather basic, which is perfect for you. Besides, you seem to have a very sensitive magical resonance; you have quite a talent. No wonder Lady Frilian took a liking to you."

“That’s right, I’ll also buy her some things suitable for an apprentice.”

"Then it must have everything."

"Give me some more materials that can be used as anchor points for barrier magic, the more the better, I want them all."

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper went behind the counter. He knew very well that what he could offer to ordinary magicians would not satisfy this distinguished guest; he would have to show his true skills.

"Does the teacher seem to specialize in barrier magic?"

Frilian's lips curled up: "In battle, you should quickly determine an enemy's general strengths. Let me test you. How would you probe an elven mage like me for their preferred methods?"

"Of course, it's an active attack."

"Wrong. Just run away. It's the same when you encounter a powerful demon. Use running away to draw out its attacks. In short, keeping your distance will increase your margin for error."

Vlame nodded thoughtfully, immediately thinking of the battle that had just taken place.

"Actually, everyone misjudged you, right? Especially the demons who thought you were a mage, but the remaining elites were mainly killed by warriors. Are you also a warrior? Do you know martial arts?"

"Therefore, when encountering our type, it is best to fight conservatively, wait for an opportunity to strike, and use deception and counterattacks to be most effective."

"But you still intend to teach me how to attack first."

"Because I am confident that the attack I will teach you is unprecedented in the world, guaranteed to be unexpected. Only when you are proficient in attack, thus creating more room for defense, are you worthy of learning defense. Otherwise, blindly defending is just waiting to die."

Soul attack magic is the latest development of Frilian. It is stealthy and efficient, and as a new school of magic, it is easy to launch surprise attacks.

It's the most suitable.

If Volame possesses enough magical power to compensate for some of the age-related gap.

Moreover, humans have never been known for their magical power; it was their rapid mastery of various kinds of magic that enabled them to fight against the demons.

Furthermore, she had a hunch: did the adaptability brought by soul magic mean that she could connect to the soul magic system? Or even use a large amount of soul to infuse and improve her basic attributes?

For example, making Frillie the Fire Keeper for Vlame?

87

Chapter 87: Vorame, Heir to Soul Magic

Upon careful consideration, teaching soul magic to true disciples is a cost-effective approach.

Frilian, who has studied this path the most deeply, knows very well that the accumulation of several worlds has made her magic both offensive and defensive. Don't be fooled by her current unremarkable appearance; she actually has various defensive capabilities.

For example, the distorted light barrier that could reflect magic always enveloped the silver-haired girl's body, and few opponents dared to test this move.

In addition, she uses her "subconscious mind" to keep various resistances and defenses running.

No blind spots.

Even when encountering unresolvable curses of the Seven Sages of the Demon Realm, it can ensure the soul's safety, healing the soul while simultaneously counteracting the effects on the body. Although it hasn't been tested in actual combat yet, the principle is feasible, not to mention there are other measures in place.

For example, if he encounters a near-death injury, he can transform himself into firewood and release the First Flame, fighting to the death with the demeanor of the Lords of Cinder throughout history, whether he can survive and win is another matter.

However, this is a "chess-swapping tactic" and it's not worth it unless the opponent is a Seven Sages, an Omniscient One, or a Great Demon who attack together. This will help me avoid being surrounded.

Moreover, sometimes powerful warriors can defeat demon sages, so the kingdom's army is not weak.

Humanity possesses more possibilities, so it would be best to have Volame build a knowledge system based on soul magic. This would also help Frilian, allowing this school of thought to exist in the real world, so that I am not alone in this path.

"Speaking of which, why did the teacher purchase so many related materials when he's clearly not an expert in barrier magic?"

"Because my hometown needs it."

"Wait a minute, isn't the legendary elven village just a bunch of divine magicians? Warriors or priests? Any one of them is as powerful as a great demon?"

The girl with long orange hair spoke with such gleam in her eyes that Frillie couldn't hold back.

I feel embarrassed for those lazy compatriots in the village. Admittedly, some of them are ancient relics from the mythical era, yet they have aged in vain. They only have a superficial understanding of the history of that time, let alone the strength or weakness of the people. How can you expect someone who stays at home to become anything great?

Why do you have this impression?

“It’s not just me. Everyone thinks that the elven race has the largest number of powerful people hidden inside. The legendary nameless monk and the progenitor of magic, Seria, are said to be related to the elven village. Now, you, teacher, have been added as well, so there must be many experts inside.”

"Have you never considered that many more elves might die mysteriously while on adventures? You only see the success stories."

"But in terms of the ratio of strong individuals to the number of races, and the proportion of world-class strong individuals, the elves are probably number one, right?"

"should be."

This time, Frillie couldn't refute it; a quick calculation would tell.

In the eyes of the world, Serie, the nameless monk, and himself belonging to the level of the Age of Gods, are on par with the Demon King. Then, three-quarters of the top powerhouses are from the elves, as well as some elves who occasionally become famous. The aftermath of their past activities... naturally left a deep impression.

However, they are free-spirited and often appear only briefly, remaining inactive for decades, thus having relatively little influence on the situation and often being overlooked.

"Getting back to the point, I need powerful protective magic to safeguard the village before I can travel."

"As ordered."

What did you promise?

Vlame said confidently, "Teacher, just consider me as having the talent to master different kinds of magic. I want to learn both barriers and souls. I will make up for your lack of expertise in barriers. I will create barriers strong enough to protect a large city."

"Having confidence is a good thing; magic will respond to your imagination."

If her apprentice were even slightly mediocre, Frilian would give him a warning for her own good, telling him not to be so hot-blooded.

But Vlamé is a genius, and geniuses should be treated with a different logic. Through cramming and encouragement, she will grow up quickly.

"You two have a good chat."

The boss had just returned from the warehouse, carrying a sack of related materials. Frillie glanced at them and confirmed their authenticity. The uneven quality was just as good; they could be used as test subjects.

She only realized how cheap it was when she went to pay.

"You got a discount?"

"Yes, just the cost price. As long as I don't lose money, I won't make any extra profit."

Just as Frillie was about to decline, the shopkeeper waved his hand and said generously, "Actually, I'm the one who benefits. First of all, I can do business safely because of your amazing skills. Secondly, this is a shop that was visited by a magician from the Age of Gods, right?"