Frilian at Elden Ring

Immersed in it yet doubting its authenticity, the people and events I experienced in this border region were more vibrant than in other worlds. Had I changed, or was the world changing?

In addition, Frillie helped Burke because of the widespread praise from players' suggestions:

[Accidental killing]

Be careful, don't chop everything you see first. The tailor can alter clothes for free, I'm going to start the Magic Ring Nikki game now and try out all the outfits in every possible way.

My cybernetic wardrobe has always been there.

Burke is one of my favorite NPCs; I always rush over to trigger his side quests early in each new playthrough.

[In my mind, there exists a list of people I must let them know after becoming King of Elden, such as: Chief Tailor Burke, Teacher Serenity, Wolf Brother Blaze, and Witch Melina...]

A memorial service, right?

I was just feeling so moved, but I couldn't hold it in anymore. It was hellish, definitely a death sentence, at least none of them had an easy time.

[The loss of my beloved, the ruins all around, the throne is so lonely without you all]

This isn't the ending I wanted, this way of ascending the throne. Perhaps the prevailing tone of the borderlands is that any great achievement must be shrouded in tragedy, even to the point that you eventually doubt whether everything you've accomplished was a conspiracy, or whether there are still unstable factors at play.

Indeed, I'm willing to believe that the storyline of Shadowlands was initiated by the Queen's Faded Ones receiving intelligence, especially since several troublemakers are hiding there.

[Not necessarily. The timeline doesn't necessarily mean becoming a king; it could mean that possessing two large runes would be considered a near-king level.]

I personally enjoy the story of becoming a queen.

Everyone has their own interpretation, and this kind of explanation is indeed rather romantic.

[Golden Ages and Abundant Eras are too abstract. Only small figures like Burke make me feel that restoring the Ring of Fortune is meaningful, even if it comes at a great cost...]

The more I looked at Frillie, the more something seemed off. Unfortunately, there wasn't much information to be gained from what followed, and I couldn't see much detailed background.

really?

She could temporarily ignore the other tragedies, because she was certain that things were already changing, and besides, similar total salvation had been achieved in other worlds before. But things had to be prioritized, and some people couldn't afford to be delayed.

The problem is that we absolutely cannot stand idly by if something happens to Melina, who is with us day and night!

Frilian had a premonition of the witch's tragedy. Having grown accustomed to the dilapidated art style of the world, she guessed that things wouldn't go well later on, as it would be too cruel not to see herself become king.

It is cruel to the king.

She deeply resonated with the advice; indeed, the praise of outsiders was meaningless. Only by demonstrating to those she knew and offering them assistance did becoming king have any real significance. If the price was inevitable sacrifice, then the dilapidated Elden Ring was better left unrepaired.

Moreover, according to some players, becoming king may not be the end; there are still hidden conspiracies yet to be resolved...

Frillie stood there lost in thought, her mind flashing back to the plans she had made so far. Perhaps it was time to rethink them?

Melina, standing beside him, looked puzzled, unaware that the Faded One was pondering his mission.

"What happened?"

Seeing the silver-haired girl deep in thought for a long time, Melina couldn't help but ask, as she rarely saw her partner take things so seriously.

Frillie frowned, realizing that sharing the truth with the proxy witch who had a mission was not going to work. Putting aside the question of how she knew this, was she supposed to directly predict her death?

Death doesn't frighten her; she's probably already prepared for it.

The tragedy that players are talking about is definitely not the sudden appearance of some powerful enemy who killed Melina. It should be a more crucial and inviolable step, otherwise it wouldn't be a huge price to pay on the road to becoming king.

"fine."

Ultimately, Frilian decided to keep it from Melina, since she didn't yet know the whole story.

Even if she did something foolish, I could stop her immediately, even if it was some necessary step. Does it matter? What's truly indispensable are my friends, including the witch; otherwise, the King of Elden would be meaningless.

She changed the subject, saying, "I just think that people like Burke represent the indomitable spirit of the Borderlands residents; they are still living on tenaciously."

“Indeed, he seems to respect you, Frilian.”

"Even if the legal ring is repaired, it may not make everyone feel better immediately. That depends on the law, right?"

"Yes, you can even choose to let fate take its course and give everyone freedom under the law. Actually, that's not so bad, after all, the borderlands are full of extraterrestrial beings, such as the Black King and the White King."

"Won't there be a threat from evil gods?"

"Are there fewer conspiracies in the shadows now? A true god won't always be watching the borderlands; those malicious gazes are actually tests... Of course, I'm only mentioning one possibility. As long as you don't choose a law that destroys the world, I'll support you."

"But compared to those grand things, what's important is having you, Burke, and Professor Serenity witness me become king. Otherwise, what meaning does the world have for me?"

The silver-haired girl looked meaningfully into the witch's eyes, then smiled calmly.

This is really difficult.

Melina didn't feel that her mission as a Fire Seed Girl had been exposed, but this unintentional remark was practically a threat.

How will the king reshape the world if he doesn't watch over it himself?

She didn't believe that in the future, Marika or another deity could restrain a king in the same way they had controlled Gavre and Radagan, because the former were partners and comrades who were always by each other's side, and the latter's situation was also special... In the eyes of the world, one king was exiled and the other disappeared, and neither of them had a good ending.

Therefore, the third King of Elden must have been filled with distrust and even hostility towards the gods.

Since Frilian has no ties with the gods and has risen from humble beginnings to build her empire like a war king, how dare you, a mere vessel of law, give me attitude?

With both gods and kings ruling together, it's not a good thing if either side becomes too powerful.

She's not blessed with great power; her power system has nothing to do with the Golden Tree. If she were to be exiled, she probably wouldn't mind retracing her path of conquest. She would become a reckless and unrestrained queen, because her friends who embodied the ideal of a king are gone.

"We'll be with you."

Now that things have come to this, Melina can only try to remain calm by saying that she might have to break her promise later.

"Of course, I'll take this as an agreement."

Frilian casually summoned her spirit horse and mounted it, as if the slightly heavy atmosphere from before had completely disappeared; it was confidence in her power.

Little did anyone know that Melina, sitting in the back, was seriously pondering: Which genius could definitively establish a bond with the Faded One from scratch? There were only three options, making it truly perplexing.

Torret galloped all the way to the front of the new checkpoint, guarding the bridge. It was farther from the Storm checkpoint than before, and the direction it extended represented a powerful force.

She could see a troop of soldiers standing in neat formation, about to set off for battle.

"Shut up!"

Upon hearing the sound of the spirit horse stopping, the people immediately stood up straight and bowed; it was the King of Nymgford who had returned.

"Did something happen?"

"Your Majesty, we have discovered signs of bandit activity in the area of ​​Mengliu Caves. Some passing merchants have been robbed. We plan to impose martial law on the surrounding area."

As the officer answered, he quickly explained, "We won't touch the main part of the cave; we're just waiting for your return."

As everyone knows, Soul King is keen on exploring all sorts of underground labyrinths, and he'll probably be unhappy if he's disturbed beforehand.

They dared not let Frilian show any disappointment.

Everyone can see that this man, deep down, is still a wanderer who has lost his way and has no interest in ruling. It would be terrible if he found an excuse to quit. We must do our best to maintain the current situation.

“That’s perfect. I was saving the cave next to Stoneville for last. Without further ado, you stay outside and I’ll go in.”

After saying that, the silver-haired girl immediately changed direction and jumped down to a lower place to leave.

The soldiers who remained behind looked at each other, completely bewildered. In fact, they were originally going to enter the riverbanks and surround the enemy.

"Let's set up camp."

With His Majesty's intervention, victory is practically assured. She looks so eager, as if she's about to meet an old friend. Meanwhile, our side has already sent a message via carrier pigeon: Frilian, who has been traveling south since her ascension to the throne, is about to return to the city.

A trickle of water flows beneath my feet, carving a ravine from Lake Yaquil that stretches into the distance.

The map shows that the Mengliu Cave is quite hidden and cannot be found by ordinary people, so it has become a stronghold of thieves. There are no monsters spawning, but there are constant harassment from thieves, which must be dealt with.

She glanced at it and then put the map away.

The true measure of the land should be one's own footsteps; recording is sometimes unreliable, and it's best to remain vigilant. Besides, Frilian has already sensed something is amiss.

"It's so quiet, there's hardly any noise except for the sound of water."

"Could it be because of the dragons of Lake Yakil? After all, the river here comes from there."

Melina murmured.

"No, I've already killed Akir, and the other dragons aren't strong enough to intimidate the surrounding area."

This giant dragon had previously dared to block the marching Confederate army, only to be killed by Frilian who then subdued other dragons. Outside of wartime mobilization periods, they rest at Lake Yakil, generally refraining from harming anyone, but don't expect them to actively maintain order either…

hum!

Suddenly, a strange magical power arose.

From the player's perspective, the words "[Invaded by 'Blood Finger' Nelius]" appear, and a red spirit covered in blood and wielding a dagger rises out of thin air.

The moment he appeared, he locked onto Frilian and roared, showing no rational reaction whatsoever, as if the two had some deep-seated hatred and he was determined to kill one of them completely.

Melina warned, "Be careful, this is a group of madmen hunting down the Faded Ones, and there's a strange evil god behind them."

"understood."

As a mage with keen insight, he immediately noticed the gaze of a mysterious being residing on the enemy.

Is a Bloodfinger Intruder really that strong?

The magical reaction doesn't lie. Nelius's aura kept Frilian on her guard, as his power increased rapidly in the blink of an eye.

The man holding the dagger smiled sinisterly and waved his hand provocatively.

However, the silver-haired girl instead moved around with her brass shield, showing no intention of attacking first. She deliberately distanced herself from the more open Lake Yaquil, showing no intention of engaging in a direct confrontation.

"Bastard!"

Munger, far away in the Blood Dynasty, cursed angrily.

At this moment, he had to endure energy depletion to bless his subordinates with the power of blood, resulting in low output efficiency and limited duration. He had expected a direct provocation to elicit an immediate response from a king, but the opponent remained unhurried.

"When did a faded being of mixed human and demi-human descent become worthy of possessing a fragment of the magic ring? It's an insult to kings."

"I heard you defeated Markit. My foolish brother's clone is always hesitant. Since he can't find out anything, let our Blood Dynasty take a look."

At this moment, a demigod is intently transferring magic power to another subordinate.

The blessing of blood.

In addition, there is the power of the Mother of Truth, the gaze of the gods. As outsiders from the borderlands, like the so-called Lord of Cinder who recently descended, they also brought some corruption and new powers, such as sorcery.

Some corrupted mages were hunted down by the Bloodfinger and offered to Monger, thus exposing him to cursed powers.

Interesting, I'll try it out today.