Frilian at Elden Ring

Since that was the case, she accepted it. Anyway, there would be plenty of opportunities to deal with him in the future, and at least the expenses incurred by Vlame as an apprentice would be replenished regularly.

During the transaction, the two sides also exchanged some intelligence on the current situation:

In a broader context, the north has largely fallen, yet powerful empires still struggle to hold on, and there are exceptional cases like one of the magical cities where Celia frequently operates, where even demon armies avoid it. Furthermore, some fortresses occupied by resistance forces have changed hands several times…

In detail, the enemy was far from completely occupying the north, as their numbers were insufficient to support an effective ruling system.

It can still hold up.

It's more accurate to say that the demons advanced and charged forward because they knew that the mines in their rear would eventually explode and spawn a resistance force.

The blow from Frilian brought their charge to an end, forcing them to rest. On the other hand, it is almost certain that the empty demon-occupied territories will breed a large number of resistance forces, further shaking the overall situation. Ultimately, the central part of the continent will remain the point of contention.

A stalemate will gradually take shape between the two sides, but unless the demise of the magician continues to be active, the short-term trend will still be that they have the upper hand.

The shopkeeper said excitedly, "This place will become a relatively safe frontline stronghold. My shop is going to prosper. Lady Frilian, please take care of my business from now on."

"Of course, Miss Vlamé is too."

He was in a very good mood, as if he had encountered a future filled with abundant wealth.

In contrast, Frilian didn't care at all. After finishing her shopping, she had some spare money and started to think about other bottles and jars. She would try out the ones she liked, while leaving the accounting and packing to Vlamé.

“I thought I would be called ‘Frilian’s disciple’ from now on. You actually inquired about me.”

“Every potential client deserves my attention. As for those who fawn over me or scorn me, don’t listen to them; they’re just the nonsense of mediocre people.”

"I understand the principle, but I'm afraid we'll encounter this frequently during our study tours here."

“Young magic apprentice, you won’t learn anything real at Northwind Fortress. It’s just a bunch of lousy fish, including me.”

"why?"

"The popularization of magic is too poor nowadays, and it is feared by some ignorant royal families, so there are many charlatans who are just pretending. You should train with the magician from the Age of Gods. There will never be a better teacher in the world than her. When you make it big, don't forget the shop and your hometown."

The boss gave a meaningful word of advice, then waved his hand to dismiss the customer without charging much money. Vlame nodded gratefully and went to pull the teacher who was immersed in the fake artifacts away.

Thankfully, the shopkeeper had a conscience; otherwise, given Frillie's personality, she would probably have been sold a bunch of useless stuff.

Next, she recommended a hotel for temporary accommodation.

Pfft!

Frillie leaped and landed on the bed, inhaling the scent of jasmine perfume. It truly lived up to its reputation as a luxury hotel.

She rolled over and lay flat on her back, ready to take a long-awaited nap. After all, she had used up some magic power, and it was best to meditate to replenish it immediately to ensure she was in perfect condition. This was one of the practical principles of combat.

"Doesn't the teacher take a shower before bed?"

"It's alright, I can teach you the magic to keep your body clean right now."

"This won't work; we can't rely entirely on magic."

Upon hearing this, Vlame shook his head, not agreeing with the idea, but he wouldn't stop Frilian from lying down; perhaps this was the way the elven race operated.

After a quick wash, the red-haired girl sat on another bed and flipped through her notes, some of which were obscure and difficult to understand. She occasionally had to ask questions, while the silver-haired girl, who had been dozing off, faithfully fulfilled her duties as a teacher.

It's fine if I don't sleep.

On the contrary, Vlamé brought more and more surprises. The questions he asked reflected his level, and the tricky and accurate ones represented his comprehension.

She never expected that the apprentice she had picked up so casually would have such talent. Although she didn't know what the strongest level of humankind was, there was no doubt that the girl's talent was at a level that was once in a thousand years.

It would be too boring to grow slowly; we should definitely try blessing and strengthening him.

Frillie pondered a solution.

"Speaking of which, teacher, where are we going next?"

"My goal in coming out was to make purchases, which I've already accomplished. The village's protective magic isn't finished yet, so I can't stay away for too long; it's time to head back. But it's not far from Northwind Fortress, so where you study is up to you. You could even build a magic workshop here to train..."

"No, I choose to do research with you. That's what my previous boss suggested too. I believe that only Professor Frilian can make me stronger."

"You trust me quite a bit, that's true."

"When it comes to trust, I don't really know you at all. Can you tell me about it?"

With this thought in mind, Vlame asked cautiously, afraid that the topic of the past would provoke her, since the other party had never talked about it.

Actually, she misunderstood. After excluding the unspeakable experiences with the magic in the game, Frillie didn't have much of a story. If you asked around in the village, you would know that she rarely left her home.

Just say it.

"Don't think of me as some kind of active figure, Vlame. For the past few hundred years, I've mostly been idling around the village or studying magic. I'm not a big shot, and I've never had any remarkable achievements."

"So the teacher is so strong just because he practiced alone and learned by himself, it's all thanks to his talent!"

"Indeed, in your eyes."

There's no need to be modest. In reality, Frilian's ability to learn various kinds of magic relies on her talent; otherwise, the game's magic might not be effective if given to someone else.

Upon receiving the reply, Vlamé felt even more that his teacher was unfathomable.

Even among the elven race, where powerful beings abound, she should be considered to be in a class of her own in terms of talent. Even if she obtained this power through laziness, it is still imbued with the aura of being tempered through countless trials. That is a kind of strength, and the best place to test it is in battle, where the victor reigns supreme.

No matter how much time has passed, I will never forget the scarlet flower in full bloom, the single move that shattered the enemy and annihilated the demon race.

Not only her, but both humans and demons will remember this move. The sheer power of magic, which single-handedly changed the entire strategic situation, undoubtedly belongs to the ranks of the strongest.

"Teacher, I want to learn your large-scale magic that makes flowers bloom."

"It's called the Ionian Flower. It's experimental, and even I can't control it properly, so I can't just hand it over to anyone. But other battlefield magic is fine; I have plenty of reserves. The key is whether you have enough magic power."

"Not enough."

Fulamei, feeling dejected after being doused with cold water, regretted not growing up sooner.

"Don't worry, if you study soul magic well, you will be able to resonate with me, and I can actively give you magic power to improve quickly."

Will there be any side effects?

"How could I possibly use something strange on my apprentice? Don't worry, you can think of it as a magical effect that helps him to quickly develop his magic."

As they were talking, Frilian opened her hands and the Great Rune appeared.

The golden fragments from the Elden Ring shimmer with a warm glow, representing the power of grace and blessing upon the soul, filling one with strength from within.

The power was indeed greatly reduced in another world, but it was very simple to protect the magic infusion. In principle, it was equivalent to Frilian acting as a priestess and using her soul to strengthen the magic.

Just add all the magic points to Volamete; it should only be usable once, but that should be enough.

"What a nice view!"

The red-haired girl's eyes lit up; she was convinced it was one of the legendary artifacts.

Therefore, the teacher is definitely not as simple as he claims. He probably even kept it from his own compatriots. This gift has only been shown to him so far. Could it be a treasure comparable to the Holy Sword of Salvation?

Unfortunately, the next moment Frilian flipped her hand and took away the Great Rune, and that mysterious energy resonance immediately disappeared.

"Just because I have this ability doesn't mean you can slack off. To receive the blessing, you must have basic magic power and strong physical fitness. So I will also train your abilities as a warrior. Don't complain about the hardship and fatigue then."

“The real shortcuts often overdraw your potential, and I won’t choose that for you. So we choose the shortcuts that require more effort to become stronger. Be prepared.”

Vlamé became even more excited.

"Am I destined to become a battle mage like my teacher?"

"Don't talk nonsense. My school of thought only has some warrior elements."

The silver-haired girl waved her hand. "That's enough for tonight. Go to sleep early, we'll be on our way tomorrow."

She snapped her fingers and extinguished the candle, plunging the small room into darkness and silence.

Frilian preferred a quiet environment, but she overlooked the fact that ordinary people in this era perceived darkness as a place teeming with monsters and where death was ever-present. This frightened Vlame so much that she suddenly shuddered and shrank into the covers.

Her bed.

Feeling the warmth and breath in her arms, Frillie was slightly taken aback. She lifted the blanket and saw the girl giving an awkward smile. They looked at each other in silence.

"Fine, I'll hold you and sleep with you one more night, but this is the last time."

Upon hearing this, Vlame nodded obediently, and she kept her promise by reaching out to hug the girl, letting her rest her head on her shoulder, without worrying at all that she might feel numb when she woke up in the morning, because the girl was too light.

This is nothing to a qualified soldier, and perhaps it was this composure that gave Vladimir a sense of security, making him feel that it was the place where he could sleep most peacefully.

The girl soon fell asleep with steady breathing.

Frillie is rethinking her plan: she'll return to the borderlands once her apprentice's training is on track.

Moreover, this time the game magic should be used to put the elves to sleep, so that they can spend more real time and see the growth of the true disciples. But is Vlame willing to not see his teacher for a year or two every now and then?

"Let's talk about it later. What's done is done. Let's go to sleep first."

88

Chapter 88 The All-Knowing One casts his gaze.

North Wind Fortress Command Post.

Commander Wayne received a report from a messenger: "Lady Frilian declined the invitation to become a guest general, but she said she would keep an eye on things here, as we are also protecting the front line of the Elf Village."

"In addition, she took her only disciple with her, planning to cultivate for a long time."

Since the information had already been leaked, she simply admitted that she was connected to the elven settlement and that the two sides shared common interests.

Upon hearing this, Wayne murmured, "As expected, such a powerful individual is not easy to recruit. It's better not to interfere with the current chaotic command system."

While the human kingdoms are indeed uniting in the grand scheme of things, the resulting issues of profit distribution, friction, disputes, and interference in command are enough to make one's blood pressure soar. It would be difficult to deal with the possibility of provoking the doomed Frilian.

It's good enough that she's willing to stand on the side of humanity.

Moreover, the contributions they have made so far are enough to give them a chance to catch their breath.

"Sir, should we track down the elves' movements?"

"Absolutely forbid it. Don't disturb that kind of person easily. If she wants peace and quiet, let her have her peace and quiet. Our priority is something else: to take back the forward fortress in one fell swoop."

"As ordered."

Wayne glanced out the window and saw that the plain below the city walls was still a crimson red. The deep pit seemed to still contain the roots of a giant flower. Many daring mages went forward to study it but shook their heads in regret, finding nothing.

Its wide range, high damage, and strong hit detection make it one of the most powerful magics in history, attracting countless admirers.

Currently, many spells are conceptual operations, highly idealistic, and have relatively limited destructive power. The Crimson Flower seems to be designed only for the battlefield.

Humans have tried to study it but have been unable to unravel its mystery; it's too profound, practically a magic system of its own. This also means it has entered the ranks of unsolvable curses, and even the demons cannot decipher it.