Frillian in the Elden Ring

"You're becoming more and more like the president."

"So the village is in your hands, Millie Adele, drink less."

"learn!"

The two smiled at each other, showing their tacit understanding as they have known each other for many years.

179

Chapter 179: A one-on-many sparring match between master and apprentice.

The main gate of North Wind Fortress.

The dusty master and disciple arrived in the early morning of the next day. Even though it was still early, there was still a constant stream of merchants' carriages coming and going.

Fulilian looked around and found that scattered villages and towns had expanded around her. The former suburbs had become new residential areas. Both the population and workshops were increasing. The smell of fireworks was strong and it was very lively.

As long as we give ourselves time to recuperate, humans will grow rapidly.

"Master, how is it? It's only been about a year and you've already changed your appearance. I also participated in the construction work, and a large part of it was done by the magicians of the association."

"No wonder it's so fast, you did a good job."

Volame, one hand on his hip, looked up at the city wall and muttered, "But I always feel that our defense has been slack."

"When a city turns to commerce, it always sacrifices some military strength. There's nothing wrong with that. Prosperity is a double-edged sword. So the association's mission is to prevent this place from becoming a frontier again."

"Correct."

The red-haired girl nodded firmly. Things are different now. She is no longer the weak and powerless girl she was back then. At worst, she can just fight again.

Besides, everyone knows that attacking the elf village will definitely alarm Fulilian.

The magic city where the association's headquarters is located can be avoided. As long as basic peace is maintained, the demons and Celie will ignore each other. However, if it is necessary to destroy the magician, they will definitely take action.

The memory of the war is far from fading, and the effects of a battle in which the lines were drawn back are still vividly remembered.

"Will be well."

As expected, everyone knew the elf girl with silver hair and twin ponytails. The stationed officers and the visiting Chamber of Commerce members all saluted and even chatted with her.

Of course, Fulilian made no secret of her lazy response.

"Good morning everyone, Master is back this time for maze matters, please take care of him."

The good boy Volame was in charge of the socializing. Although his master had demonstrated the negotiation skills of a superior when establishing the association branch, he was usually too lazy to talk and would not use his real skills, so he had to respond in front himself.

Over time, she became well-known in the aristocratic circles, especially in this town area, where everyone knew her.

On the other hand, Fulilian was paying attention to the store.

After finally dealing with everyone's enthusiasm, Volame glanced in the direction of his sight and saw that it was a magic material shop. From the master's perspective, it had not been renovated for a while.

"I feel it. Some new goods have arrived. Let's go check it out."

While the master and apprentice were shopping, the two groups of people successfully connected in the association's branch meeting room.

"Hello."

Lehman greeted the local commander, and the people from headquarters, led by him, also greeted him politely. After all, the other party was a military noble with outstanding achievements, powerful and famous, and worthy of attention.

Wayne nodded and replied, "Thank you for coming all this way. As expected, the Labyrinth Kingdom's opposition to us cannot be concealed."

"I understand your concerns, but are you worried about Lady Celia getting angry? The Master was already angry, but we talked her down."

"So what's going on?"

"She sent me, an assassin magician skilled in stealth, to investigate. Furthermore, she hopes to invite the Honorary President to join her."

"...It's a pity that I don't know if he likes the complexity of the maze."

In the world's impression, the great magician of the Age of Gods, Frillian, lives a secluded life, like a hermit. People also have the stereotype that elves are inactive, so they think she hates exploring.

Not necessarily.

I have indeed inquired about this before. Perhaps for the training of the apprentice, even the elves will change. All for the sake of the precious disciple. It is really enviable.

Therefore, the two people present were not sure whether the other party would agree.

"Don't worry, I mentioned it to Her Excellency Volame, and she will probably lobby President Fulilian."

"Hope it goes well."

Wayne suddenly changed the subject: "Let me ask, is headquarters so anxious to investigate because there's been some change in the leadership of the Labyrinth Kingdom? I've also heard some rumors that a jester is stirring up trouble."

"There are traces of demons."

He was slightly startled after hearing what Lehman said, then nodded. No matter what the specific reason was, it didn't matter.

This sentence has another meaning: when necessary, strong measures can be taken in the name of dealing with the demons, and stumbling blocks will never be tolerated.

Is it possible for an academic organization to be so overbearing?

This was probably the result of the bargaining between the great magicians when they tried to persuade Celie.

"That mythical-era elder's attitude was: No one is allowed to hinder the association's promotion of magic popularization. Right? Even if it means resorting to force. She wasn't so proactive before."

"Because the master has witnessed the significant achievements of President Fulilian's teaching, he can't wait to expand it to a larger area and has regained his long-lost enthusiasm."

As a disciple, Leman felt a pang of fear when he thought of Celia's magic power surging even more after hearing the good news.

What an exaggeration.

The two powerful elves inexplicably reached a tacit understanding. No wonder the demons stepped up their front-line mobilization. They must have realized the changes. As immortals, they reacted quickly and did not allow humans to continue to strengthen their magical powers.

Once the shackles of those outdated ideas are removed, who knows what will happen?

Suddenly there was a creaking sound from the door.

I saw a pile of goods slowly coming in, including all kinds of strange bottles and jars and cultural relics. A head popped out from the back and it was Volame who smiled.

Following closely behind was Fulilian, who was also carrying a lot of bags.

Purchase completed.

Wayne quickly ordered his attendants: "Help the president put these things into her office, and be careful."

“It’s not really anything important.”

The red-haired girl spread her hands and said, "It's just that the master likes these little things with a sense of history, so don't worry, she is interested in the Tomb of the Lonely King."

Fulilian then reassured everyone, saying, "Let's get ready first. The association probably has a lot of work piled up, right? I'll be off once I finish it."

After everyone introduced themselves, they decided to cooperate.

"I have long admired your name, Mr. President. Your selflessness is worthy of your strength."

In Lehman's eyes, the silver-haired girl, like her master, suppressed her magical aura to a certain extent, but this alone was terrifyingly intimidating, like a wall moving towards him. If he was pressed down, he would be defeated in an instant.

The majesty of the God-era magician is fully reflected in Fulilian, and there is also a murderous aura of corpses and blood hidden deep inside.

terrible.

When exactly did this level of killing take place?

Even Lehman, who had experienced many battles on the battlefield, felt nervous, as none of the great demons he had faced had this ability.

After saying hello, he left. He had to write a letter to his master because Celie had repeatedly emphasized that he should report his impression of meeting Fulilian.

"Leave the itinerary arrangements to me."

Wayne volunteered, "After all, the journey is long and requires a pass. There are many tolls and border checkpoints. I will smooth things over."

"President and Mr. Volame, please go to the classroom. Everyone should be happy to see you."

It's been a long time.

Naturally, Fulilian, who returned to the classroom after many days, was warmly welcomed.

As for the content, it was still about healing magic, further explanation and details. Although she really wanted to use new tricks, checking everyone's practice results was not enough, so it was better to keep things practical.

So I might as well continue explaining the old knowledge.

But it's essentially new wine in old bottles, because with a deeper understanding of various magic systems, Fulilian also has new insights to share:

"The sunlight healing techniques can be simplified, for example, by dividing them into corresponding procedures for different degrees of injury..."

It can still be like this!

Ordinary magicians would find it inconceivable. Could someone delve into the various details of the same spell? Did such meticulous attention to detail really matter? Perhaps it was possible. It opened up her mind. As expected of Fulilian, she always had new discoveries.

As usual, Volame next to him wrote on the blackboard and memorized them one by one.

"Master, your thinking is correct. It seems I should slow down my training of new magic and focus on mastering the different variations of a single magic. This will also improve my efficiency."

Compared to the simplified healing method that most apprentices think of, she is now thinking about applying other magic.

For example, the barrier technique that he is good at.

If the goal is to compete with Fulilian, asymmetric competition is crucial.

She knew full well that her master's personality was to enjoy clashing with opponents of different magical systems, learning from all the best. He was too busy this time, and would definitely take his apprentice for training battles later. Facing the Age of Gods magician was a daunting test, but she couldn't let her master down.

After class.

As promised before, Fulilian gave special training to the noble apprentice.

Although it was nothing more than an exchange of "you lend me the title of a great magician for guidance" and "I lend you my power to give back to the association", there was also a surprise:

Unexpectedly, several talented rough diamonds appeared.

Then you have to be serious.

So she taught some more tips and knowledge to talented students, which may bear fruit in the future.

Fulilian shared some experiences in soul magic, miracle spells, etc. Since they are young, it might as well be inspired first. If they lay a solid foundation, they will probably achieve something in the future.

The young magicians who sensed the God Age Magician's love for talent were very grateful:

"Thank you, President. You are a truly selfless teacher."

"I will definitely carry forward this knowledge and make its profoundness known to the whole world."

"Excuse me, may I take you as my teacher?"

"—No. You are students in my instruction class. That's the agreement. However, as long as you perform well, I'm welcome to help with training."

The apprentice sighed, but finally let Fulilian relax. There was no need to worry about the teacher's ethics, it was guaranteed to be first-class.

I'm jealous.

Perhaps only a genius like Volame, who is both virtuous and academically excellent, is worthy of the title of personal disciple. Moreover, Fulilian has no intention of making any concessions and is very strict about the certification of her disciples, which in turn increases the value of the only achievement.

The heir to the magic circle's mantle is like a biological child.

For those traditional old wizards, preaching is more important than blood ties, and it is probably the same for the elves.

For example, Celia.

Although some people say that "she remembers all the disciples", her daily performance does not show that she values any of them. It seems that she has formed factions to help manage the organization.

A man who casts a wide net to recruit disciples but never identifies the best successor.

One who only recognizes his own direct teachings yet teaches thousands of people.

Both elves promote the development of magic in their own unique styles. Even though they have not met yet, they work together in perfect harmony, forming a common interest that makes the association's influence grow day by day.

After the small class, Fulilian returned to the office.

Return consciously.

She didn't need to guess to know that there must be a lot of things piled up that required her to put in some effort.

An organization this large always needs someone at the president level to make decisions. I used to think having an "honorary" title meant I was just sitting idle, but I'm afraid headquarters is getting more comfortable with it and pushing a lot of documents over to them...

Fulilian, who had been away for a long time, was very welcome. The staff who just learned that the president had returned cheered one after another. They felt much more at ease because they had someone to help them review their papers.

"Why am I still busy with these trivial matters in another world?"

The silver-haired girl sighed as she signed.

I guess I was destined to be busy from the moment I decided to step into the spotlight. I would feel bad if I didn't achieve something.

It's all the demons' fault. If they hadn't been stirring up trouble, the Elven Village would have been forever peaceful, and Fulilian would have had no reason to show up in public. Since you've committed this sin, you'll have to pay for it sooner or later.

In this way, the North Wind Fortress Magic Association branch got back on track and reorganized the backlog of work.