Frillian in the Elden Ring

"...I will teach you the last magic of this open class: Sunlight Healing."

“It’s very difficult.”

As soon as the words fell, silence fell. All discussions about the previous magic stopped, and everyone focused their attention on one point.

They couldn't agree more with this conclusion. First of all, healing magic is rare, and secondly, the power displayed by Frillian is profound and broad, and it is not easy to learn at first glance.

But what you have learned is priceless.

They were certain that the world's best healing magic had appeared and was in Fulilian's hands, and she would never hide it.

"This is the tenderness of sharing the grace of miracles with others. Only the selfless can use it. One must have a compassionate heart and pay attention to life itself. Be prepared and allow the magic to flow. Release it not for yourself, but to save others. Even the soul can be soothed—"

The silver-haired girl once again unleashed a warm energy that was refreshing and comforting.

Humanistic care is probably the most prominent part of her magical style. Every move is filled with burning emotions, which can only be mastered by the mind of the human race.

However, the imitators all failed without exception.

"This is normal, don't worry."

Flillian continued, "We've put sunlight healing last because it's not something most people can learn right away. We'll demonstrate a simplified version step by step. I'll leave it to you, Volame."

"Yes, master."

The red-haired girl held up a ball of light, trying to show the results of different techniques as much as possible.

As expected, he is the direct disciple of the Age of Gods Magician.

Her basic spellcasting skills are solid, and she can cast spells effortlessly without chanting or using a staff, while perfectly controlling the output of top-notch magic.

Sunlight Healing works perfectly in Volame's hands and is very compatible with users of soul magic.

That's right.

Only after she possessed the strongest healing magic would Fulilian allow her to move freely. Combined with various defenses and her own expertise in barrier techniques, her defense was maximized.

As she continued to show it, someone finally reluctantly released a wisp.

Unfortunately, their performance is far inferior to that of the master and apprentice. So far, they are the only ones who can truly heal the world with magic. The others lack some magic power and even less courage to match the magic power.

"It's too difficult. It's the world's best healing magic, but I can't use it."

"I've reached my limit. I have no more magic power."

"Even in the entire history of magic, it is considered a miracle. How could it be easy for you to learn it?"

Everyone racked their brains and was exhausted, but they could not restore that kind of holiness, majesty and gentle temperament, let alone heal others. At most, they could only shine, and there was still a long way to go.

However, some priests gradually learned how to confine a beam of light to relieve pain.

Although it is still far from Fulilian's realm of life and death, he has found the direction, which should be in line with the priest's ability.

"It's done!"

"Don't be too proud. It's only useful to one person."

"I'll save as many as I can. Besides praying to the goddess, I'll also thank President Fulilian."

"Well, no wonder you succeeded."

The priest, who specialized in the magic of the goddess' prayer and usually rescued many people, was ahead of the curve and was becoming more and more impressive. Regardless, he had finally taught Sunlight Healing. Even if it was difficult, spreading it would have a lot of vitality.

The master and the apprentice exchanged a glance and smiled. Although tired, they had gained a lot. Teaching and imparting knowledge always gave people a sense of satisfaction. It was good to be able to help fellow countrymen.

Fulilian announced loudly: "That's all for today's class. See you later."

She was as free and easy as when she came. She waved goodbye and left without giving anyone a chance to stay.

Volame jumped down from the high bench, brushed off the chalk dust on his body, bowed to everyone, and followed the silver-haired girl to the manor building at a quick pace. His back looked very happy.

Come to an abrupt end?

Everyone sat in their seats in silence, feeling that the unhurried explanation was still lingering in their ears.

The Magic Association has really found a great figure that is hard to come by in a thousand years!

136

Chapter 136: Volame: I am the only disciple.

Even though Fulilian and Volame had left the classroom, the audience was still fascinated by the experience, staring at the densely packed notes on the blackboard in a trance.

"It's incredible."

"Even if I can only use a ray of sunlight, the healing effect is very strong."

"It's a completely new school of magic, probably called the Protection School."

The name blurted out by a magician received frequent nods from everyone. It was true to its name. The above magic was indeed specialized in the field of protection. It was rare in the magic world and was completely ignored.

In the past, it was usually handed over to the priest, who at most had the power to dispel negative states, resist curses, etc., which was more auxiliary and difficult to popularize.

The three magic spells that Fulilian has announced now are all extremely effective, and they are all at the top of their kind.

The Golden Tree pledged to be responsible for conventional defense.

The magic realm is specially designed to give magicians explosive power.

Sunlight healing is even more miraculous.

They also bore a clear sign of having been carefully refined by their inventor. In other words, from the moment they were created, Fulilian had been considering widespread adoption, without a trace of hidden agenda. Perhaps this imagination also gave the magic its inclusiveness.

What kind of person could be so selfless? The pure spirit of pioneering magic embodied in this is truly remarkable.

When they came to their senses, they realized that it was too quiet. Everyone was lost in thought. Had they forgotten something?

Crash.

Applause resounded throughout the venue, thousands standing up and enthusiastically clapping and cheering. Although I probably didn't care at all, I still paid tribute to this pure and powerful magician.

"Flillian has done me a favor, and I will remember the gift."

"These magics are priceless and inestimable, yet they're being given away? That's kind of like Celie."

"It's because we don't understand the true strength."

Wayne, who was sitting in the front row, finally felt relieved after hearing so much praise. The open class was very successful. In any case, Fulilian's reputation was well-known throughout the central region, not just because of her military achievements.

When the honorary president is also a great professor who has taught hundreds of people, his influence is even more terrifying.

There is no shortage of funds.

At this moment, he saw many nobles expressing their intention to donate, and they were eager to do so. For them, if they didn't give something back, they would feel guilty and would be laughed at by their peers. How could they be stingy in the face of such a generous magician of the Age of Gods?

It is estimated that Fulilian has been living in seclusion for too long and does not know how precious magic is. Each one of her magic skills is a secret that cannot be passed on. It is even more difficult for her to find someone to learn from her.

Its spread is firmly controlled by the apprentice system centered around the great magician.

Now she opened a window.

The butler beside him couldn't help but sigh: "The realms of the two presidents are awe-inspiring, but they have undoubtedly affected the interests of many magicians?"

Wayne shook his head. "That's because you're not seeing the whole picture. First, petty calculations or even battles won't affect them. Second, many magicians still hope to improve. Currently, it's President Fulilian who's spreading magic and recruiting a large number of apprentices. Meanwhile, President Celie primarily values young and promising magicians as her disciples; they're already considered supporters of the association."

"...That's true. Did they make an appointment?"

"It doesn't matter whether we have an appointment or not. The key is that we are going to be busy."

Before he finished speaking, many nobles greeted him with smiles on their faces. They felt they had found their only channel of communication with Fulilian. After all, unlike the often-disappearing Volame, this one had a much more stable schedule.

The two sides exchanged friendly greetings, introduced themselves to each other, and talked about the association, both expressing their willingness to join.

the other side.

After returning to the office, Fulilian began to write a letter while carving a magical scroll.

Following closely behind, Volame collapsed into the recliner.

She shrugged and sighed, "It's just writing some blackboard notes, but it's so tiring. Those looks are so stressful, I almost want to break the magic into pieces and eat it."

“That’s not a bad state.”

"Who is the master writing to? President Celie?"

"Yes, we should at least greet her, especially since she's a senior from our own clan. I really like the opportunity Celie provided, so I should give her a gift. I think she'll be happy."

"It's really rare. Master used to be so indifferent to everyone, let alone socializing."

"Now that I'm the guild leader, I need to think about more things. On a smaller level, I need to fulfill my duties, and on a larger level, I need to promote magic."

An identity means being loyal to something.

The experience of game magic made Fulilian understand that she had to stick to it and at least maintain the business for a while, so that she could see more exciting things.

Acting according to a duty wasn't a constraint, though it was in the eyes of the short-lived. For the elves, whose lifespans stretched as far as heaven and earth, it was simply a matter of finding something to do for a short while, as everything would change in the blink of an eye.

Of course, it was mainly because she had accumulated experience in the border area.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to handle the association's affairs. If he were still an undead, an ashman, or a hunter, he would definitely not be able to handle the association's administrative work.

It will flourish in the foreseeable future and there will be busy times.

"Actually, I suddenly wondered...whether doing this would get me into trouble."

"will not."

Volame made the sign of a cross with both hands in front of his chest.

From her perspective, as long as the master focused on the association's affairs, he would have more time for activities and wouldn't be obsessed with that strange dreaming magic, sleeping all day and night, waking only once every ten days or half a month. It was too lonely and boring.

Fulilian smiled faintly and of course saw through the red-haired girl's thoughts.

"Don't worry, I'll wake up often, whether to check on your magic progress or to take care of things at the association."

"Occasionally, there will definitely be long periods of deep sleep, so there's no need to worry. Come to the association more often to make friends, and don't stay at home like me."

After all, changes in the border area are not up to you.

Since she had made great progress in absorbing the Scarlet Corruption and expanding the application of Flower Field Magic, it was indeed time to go back. There were also careers there that were worth her undivided attention.

Fulilian believed that it was a land that was more real than the previous few worlds, and it also intersected with some past grudges.

Boom!

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Wayne came over with a tired look on his face and said hello: "Mr. President, are you busy?"

"Of course, but it's okay. Just tell me. The organization has just started and there should be a lot to worry about. I won't be bothered."

She had already put away the letter she had written.

"Some nobles hope to entrust their talented descendants to you for guidance..."

"I am the only disciple of the master!"

Before he could finish his words, Volame objected first. In a heated emotion, he released the state of restraining his magic power. A column of magic smoke poured down like a raging wave, almost overturning the roof. Even the older magicians in the distance couldn't help but look sideways.

It was a familiar wave of magical energy, coming from the direct disciple who was serving as an assistant teacher. Was it so exaggerated? He had already condensed the aura of a powerful being.

The commander was so frightened that he immediately shrank his neck. Even a veteran in the battlefield could hardly withstand the pressure.

Volame has always been training according to the standards of competing against the world's top players, and the momentum forged by the King of Fire is not simple.

"quiet."

Frillian's gaze wandered for a moment between the red-haired girl and Wayne's faces.

"Your Excellency, City Lord, she's young, don't bother with her. I'll apologize on your behalf."

"It's okay, I haven't exercised for a long time."

As he wiped the sweat from his forehead, Volame, who was glared at fiercely by his master, retreated to the side with a wronged look, but the subtle pressure locked onto his target.

She was quite cute, except that she was acting like a child at this moment. She was only in her early teens, tall and growing fast. However, the cuteness in Fulilian's eyes was unattainable in the eyes of others, and she had already demonstrated her strength that was far ahead of her peers.

"Let's get back to the point. If you don't have any connections, why don't you take care of the young master and the young lady for me?"

"Absolutely not."

While Wayne was speaking, he did not forget to glance at Volame with a twitching mouth.

He was just a timid child on the battlefield, but now he's a monster, his murderous aura from slaying countless monsters cannot be underestimated. But I dare not provoke him. If I get beaten black and blue by a child, where can I go to seek justice?

Ask for the parents? Didn't Fulilian, as the teacher, express her opinion? She's just a child.