Frilian at Elden Ring

“Be prepared.”

Then the silver-haired girl turned to the villagers and instructed them: "Half of you stay and continue operating here, build a base. The other half, if you're willing, come with me to the city; they need you there. I'll go first."

She called to the spirit horse Toret to turn and gallop away.

Although reluctant, they still waved goodbye. The rumors were true; His Majesty was quite carefree, as if he were forever on the journey.

Melina asked, "What are your plans next?"

"It's time to return to Stoneville City. Afterwards, we'll head to the Lake Lienia region to meet with the academy's forces and let me witness the magic of the borderlands."

Frilian couldn't wait. The spirit horse Torret's footsteps traversed the wilderness, carried by the flying catkins of the golden trees along the southern road, traveling day and night, as fast as the wind.

"Have something to eat, you don't need to run so fast."

Frilian picked up a handful of Roya fruits and fed them to it. The latter ate them whole and was overjoyed, its steps becoming even lighter, as if it were enjoying the freedom of running wild.

Sitting in the back, Melina gently stroked the spirit horse's strong, muscular curves, which exuded a sense of power.

“Toret didn’t act like this when it was traveling with me; it was very happy. It was happy about everything in front of it, about the southern land that was gradually coming back to life, and about the sounds of living people in the wind.”

"So that's it."

"Toret will be happy, but also afraid. Some evil forces can even frighten it into not daring to come out, such as Madfire."

“If even you guys hate it, then it must be absolutely terrible.”

Frillie had found it annoying during her previous battle with the lion hybrid controlled by the Madfire. That thing was more aggressive than the Crimson Corruption, and it seemed to be aiming to set the world on fire and drive it mad. It was definitely a public enemy.

She smiled and patted the spirit horse's head, then fed it some more fruit.

Speaking of the Madfire, could it be related to the peculiar gaze he felt on the Bloodfinger Hunter Yura...?

"That being said, you must trust in Torret's courage. Even if one day the Golden Tree encounters an unexpected and powerful enemy, it will fight alongside you."

But for Melina herself, it wasn't necessarily the case that she needed to travel the entire journey with the Faded Ones to achieve her goal. Even though the Golden Tree was no longer the hope for the vast majority of people in the South, it didn't affect her resolve.

Frilian glanced back at her companion, who was sitting sideways on her horse with her hands on her lap, gazing in the direction of the royal city.

Nothing else seemed to appeal to her.

Unfortunately, the witch is an ally who has always followed the Faded Ones, her footprints covering all corners of the land, yet we see no specific advice from her, making it impossible to understand her directly. At most, we can hope to see more information about the players later, perhaps finding a few words about her.

The two, each with their own thoughts, walked onto the western avenue of Nimgford.

Previously, night cavalry would occasionally appear, but now the Blessed King has probably reduced his forces, so Torret arrived quickly after traveling day and night.

"His Majesty!"

Upon entering the territory directly under the jurisdiction of Stoneville, there were numerous outposts and fortresses. The stationed soldiers immediately saluted and greeted them, and some were even so excited that they felt they had met their idols.

"You've all worked hard. Some civilians will be coming over later, so please make sure to count their numbers."

The soldiers were shocked, but their faces lit up with joy.

As expected of His Majesty, every time he goes on a long journey, he heals a large number of villages, and then people are inspired to join him, eventually forming a large army. In fact, it's not just what Frilian is doing now; they have received countless groups of people to join them during this period.

Moreover, these are not the severely negative assets of the undead; they are the ones who actually possess labor power, and a very small number can even serve as soldiers.

Although King Nymgford is often not on his throne, his wanderings actually bring him great benefits. He expands the pie and increases resources, thus creating prosperity and making his territory vibrant.

A fragmented monarch who doesn't disrupt the overall environment is already a rare find.

Not to mention that Frilian has always been dedicated to restoration, and wherever she goes, she is a healer, as if she has single-handedly recreated the era of the nourishing grace of Dewdrop.

While it may not possess the immense power of the golden tree that blesses the Dharma ring, people acknowledge her benevolent heart and her actions have reshaped the South. This land will be the first to emerge from the shadow of shattered war.

After exchanging a few brief words, the silver-haired girl continued on her way, and at the same time, she noticed something:

There are more outposts now.

The Imperial Council, following her instructions before leaving, strengthened the garrison and guarded every key point to receive resources from various regions and prevent the Blessed King's forces lingering in Ningmgefu from causing any trouble.

It seems that King Rodel is not the type to vent his anger through harassment; seeing that the situation was hopeless, he quietly withdrew his troops.

It's better to conserve energy than to attack.

Therefore, Frilian's journey to the checkpoint was almost unimpeded.

"Hey! Passerby, please help me!"

The sudden cry for help made her grab the reins and stop abruptly. She looked around but saw no one. Since the Battle of Stoneville, she had reduced the garrison here. After all, there was no need to guard against the Faded Ones, so who had done what bad things during that time?

What about people?

A cursory glance revealed nothing; only the lingering cries for help in the wind proved the danger, but the exact direction was unclear, at least visually deceiving.

When faced with this type of large-scale magical perception, we should behave ourselves, and sure enough, we found something!

The silver-haired girl shaded her eyes with her hand as she gazed at a small grove of trees in the distance. It was indeed a tree, but her magical perception revealed something amiss; she immediately knew something was wrong and spoke up:

"Please help me, kind passersby. I will be very grateful."

This sounds similar to what Hyde said back then. Do people in Ningmgfu really like to ask for help like this? Oh well, let's see.

Most people would probably find it strange that a distress call could come from a place where no one is around, but the skilled and daring Frillie doesn't hesitate. Otherwise, where would she have gotten so many discoveries? The important thing is that she is both bold and meticulous.

"Little sapling, how can I help you?"

"My name is Burke, and I'm a tailor. I was turned into this by magic... but I don't know how to undo it. I'm sorry, it might be too much trouble."

call!

Before she finished speaking, Frilian waved her staff and used the simplest dispelling spell on the target. Sure enough, a puff of smoke revealed a short, demi-human figure wearing a small black hat.

Surprised, he touched himself and found that every part was there, and he almost cried with joy.

"Don't worry, my magic has no side effects."

Burke took a few deep breaths and calmly sized up the silver-haired girl who also had long, pointed ears, but she was so beautiful that her features were often overlooked. Her golden crown and extraordinary bearing clearly indicated her status; everyone in Nymgford knew the Soul King.

"Your Majesty, thank you very much. I can contribute my skills to you, but unfortunately my equipment has been stolen and I must retrieve it."

"Is it dangerous?"

Frilian glanced at the thin, small tailor with a hint of suspicion; even among demi-humans, he was considered short.

"...Yes, actually I'm terrified of those people. Just thinking about the caves on the coast makes my legs stiff. But I will go and get back what's mine. I just need some time to prepare myself mentally."

"Coastal cave? If you were a tailor, it might be yours."

Then, Burke was shocked to see the familiar sewing kit.

During this long and arduous journey, Frilian thoroughly explored the map of Nymgford, starting with the farthest and then moving to the nearest, leaving no stone unturned. She had basically finished exploring everything except for the Mongliu Cave.

She obtained this after defeating the demi-human leader, and unexpectedly it became part of a side quest.

94

Chapter 94 Melina will die.

The coastal cave raid wasn't even a proper interlude.

It was nothing more than Frilian stumbling upon a small dungeon while wandering around, going in to fight and kill, obtaining the dropped item Sewing Needle, and that was it.

If it weren't for the tailor Burke reminding me, I probably would have forgotten that the dungeon boss was the leader of the demi-humans.

It was a battle I can't remember anything about. They were too weak, and it ended too quickly. What was supposed to be a cave exploration turned into a routine task. I never expected that the loot would be so useful today.

"It has been returned to its original owner."

Burke paused slightly as he picked up the sewing kit, carefully stroking it, and remained silent for a long time.

The thing he cherished as a priceless treasure and was willing to risk his life to reclaim had finally returned, and he was overwhelmed with joy. Moreover, it was given to him personally by the very fragment king he admired most.

"Is this something special?"

The tailor wiped her eyes and said, "Yes, it's my mother's keepsake. She was a tailor too. I want to be like her, so I can't die easily... I'll keep improving my skills until I can help you."

"Great! I happen to have a lot of equipment that needs some improvements, so I'll have to ask you for help in the future."

Frilian has amassed countless costumes from the Dark Souls world, including many from the Lords of Cinder, but unfortunately, none of them fit her.

Even her most frequently used dancer's armor wasn't necessarily a good fit; it only provided a slight contour to her body. If it could be improved, that would be ideal, and perhaps it could even be prepared for Millie Adele and Volamere.

"Thanks you."

Burke bowed deeply and immediately burst into laughter through his tears.

Because of his short stature, he was always bullied. He was very perceptive and good at reading people's expressions. He could tell that Frillie genuinely had a task for him.

Compared to the appreciation of a true king, what do those past words of contempt amount to? Those guys were far too inferior, utterly devoid of any human compassion.

"Your Majesty, if I may ask, have you ever been questioned because of your demi-human characteristics?"

"Of course, I killed them all, and then nobody mentioned it anymore."

The silver-haired girl chuckled and then changed the subject, "The right approach for you is to ignore them. Don't you know how to sew? Those who find their way don't easily get lost."

"My mother said something similar."

“You told me your tailoring skills take time, so you need to give me time too. The nature of the many exclusions, hostility, conflicts, and hatreds at the border today is that difficulties are tormenting everyone, Burke. You can blame the world if you want. But I will restore grace to the earth in the not-too-distant future.”

Upon hearing this, the young tailor stared in disbelief and then murmured, "Am I really qualified to hear His Majesty's aspirations?"

“It’s not just my ambition, it’s yours, it’s everyone’s, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to rule Stoneville, would I? If we all work together, we can change the border region.”

"Correct."

Burke nodded excitedly, he had never been so thrilled as he was today.

He not only has someone to confide in, but he has also gained the recognition of the most respected person. He must take action and leave Nimgford to hone his skills in a more distant place to be worthy of being a king.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I must take my leave now, but we will surely meet again in the future, at which time I will offer you all my skills."

"Then you'd better be careful not to fall for it too easily."

"The same goes for Your Majesty."

Frillie waved goodbye and watched the little seamstress leave. In reality, Burke's abilities were of little use to her, but his tenacious spirit was commendable. He represented an ordinary person from the Borderlands, one of the masses.

They suffered more than anyone else from the broken French Ring Road and longed for its revitalization and prosperity. It was their encouragement that made the journey under the Golden Tree so magnificent.

I am not impressed by how magnificent the capital city is or how vast the land is; I've seen it all before.

It was these small, detailed depictions of various people that gave her a sense of reality. (Qiu)