Frillian in the Elden Ring

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Chapter 36 Kenneth: I will be loyal to you

The nobles were on the road feeling anxious. There was a hot breath in the wind, accompanied by a sharp edge, and it seemed that the battlefield had not yet dissipated.

It's comparable to the remnants of the legendary demigod war!

Why did the war between the Farran Undead Squad and the Sword of the Buried Demon reach such a scale? It was stronger than the performance of ordinary heroes, and the destructive power had already exceeded that of a city and could even destroy an entire region.

If it weren't for the leader Kenneth who insisted on coming, no one would take the risk and would even stay away from them.

"Why do we have to make this trip? Can't we just wait for the Faded One to report back?"

"Are you dumb?"

Kenneth glared at the young noble and said earnestly, "Don't be too arrogant. I admit that I underestimated Fulilian's strength before. Fortunately, I didn't say anything bad about her. We may need to cooperate in the future, so we must cultivate a good relationship."

"What's the point of cooperating with the Faded? If it's just a commission, that's all the trouble we'll have."

"No, I mean providing shelter."

This direct and pointed statement caused several people to pull in their reins and stop. Out of respect for the Golden Clan's authority, they wanted to refute, but the words were on their lips. Who didn't know the current situation? Blame Greg for inaction.

Nimgfu claims to be peaceful, but in reality hybrids are entrenched and dragons are rampant. The consequences of the dragon feasting ceremony, which was once a combination of ancient dragon beliefs and the Storm King, are becoming apparent.

Coupled with the spread of the Dead Born and the activities of the Faded, there are a lot of troubles, and we need the support of Stonewell City.

But Greg became increasingly obsessed with using various tools to reattach limbs.

Someone chimed in, "Remember Shuihuan Village and the Bird of Death? I sent someone to investigate, and it was Lady Fulilian who eliminated them. Most of the road leading to Stonewell City has been cleared, and the Misty Forest is also free of monsters thanks to her."

"Haha, it's ironic that the problem that Greg hadn't solved for so many years and had allowed to escalate was finally solved by the Fader.

"Have you got any information about her hobbies? A person's hobbies are closely related to their character."

"I enjoy exploring mazes, collecting magic, and killing monsters... It doesn't directly conflict with us, and it won't make the situation worse."

"It really is!"

The nobles discussed it and concluded that there was indeed no conflict of interest with Fulilian; on the contrary, their interests were aligned. For example, if you like mazes, go for it. There will be monsters roaming around inside anyway, causing chaos and chaos, so it's better to finish them all at once.

Similarly, monsters like the free-roaming Death Birds and the pollution of the Dead Born are also on her kill list. If a powerful monster appears, she will rush to kill it upon hearing the news.

It turns out that the Fader's style of doing things is so suitable, almost perfect.

They didn't notice it before simply because they weren't strong enough. But when the Demon Sword of Destruction started to kill everyone, the nobles realized how reliable it was. It was truly a godsend.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Kenneth said seriously:

"We should consider having Fulilian lead some soldiers to Morn City to support our colleague Edgar."

Upon hearing this, the nobles looked at each other in bewilderment. They were clear about the meaning of the bet. Even giving military power to a faded one wouldn't be like tying it to the chariot. Fortunately, the proposer didn't ask for a statement.

hold on.

This matter is too serious. On a small scale, it is just a change of lord. On a big scale, it is raising the banner of resistance against the entire Golden Dynasty.

But to put it bluntly, how many of the Golden Clan are left?

The mysterious King of Blessing was barely a warlord who was fully prepared for war and was determined to kill the enemy. He defended the royal city, but was effectively trapped on the Yatan Plateau, unable to reach the south...

Just as they were racking their brains to weigh the pros and cons, they arrived at Hyde Fortress.

Everywhere he looked was a scorched earth, the forest ablaze, the ground ravines and shattered. The only good news was that the main structure of the fortress remained intact. Sitting on the steps was a silver-haired girl with twintails. To her left stood a black-bladed assassin, on guard. To the other side stood a dozen men in horned helmets.

"You have subdued the Farran Undead Squad?"

"It is."

Fulilian glanced at them while answering, and the latter nodded. Instead of wandering around in an unfamiliar border area, it would be better to follow the old rival who defeated him.

The nobles were stunned upon hearing this. They had originally envisioned a mutually devastating defeat, neither side gaining an advantage, and had even prepared to collect the bodies. Instead, after a fierce battle, the Devil Sword was declared victorious. The worst-case scenario was a merger of the two factions.

With this group of troops roaming around, the destructive power is too great, and we must find a way to stabilize them.

"What do you think of Nimgfu?" Kenneth asked with a smile, "Is it worth developing?"

"Before I came to the border, I thought it was devastated, but after getting to know it, I found that people were still living tenaciously. There must be hope for you, right? Then keep going. If there's anything I can do to help, please ask, especially to get rid of the monsters."

"With this kind of heart, you are definitely a suitable leader."

After he said this, the nobles accompanying him nodded like chicks pecking at rice, as if they had received a signal.

No matter how the Faded One acted, he still had not yet mastered the fragments of the magic ring. He was afraid to make a rash bet, so he had to beat around the bush to convey his message. Although it was awkward, it was the fact.

Fulilian heard the hidden meaning.

"...After resolving the rebellion in Morn City, I will head north to Stonewell City to seize Grek's Great Rune. What do you think?"

He pointed his sword at the Fragment King with undisguised force, his words reaching the point leaving the nobles at a loss as to what to do. Should they stop him? Would they risk anger and destroy the Demon Sword?

The experienced Kenneth remained calm and sighed as he looked at Hyde Fortress.

"Look, a land without a king is truly miserable..."

"I must find a king, but not someone like Greg. I must find someone who can entrust Nimgefu with legitimate power, a powerful king who walks the right path."

He looked directly into Fleury's eyes.

"Isn't what you call orthodoxy the bloodline of the Golden Clan or the local Storm Clan?"

"The sanctity of blood has long since faded during war. Even the first king, the source of the Golden Clan's bloodline, rose from humble beginnings. Ultimately, the orthodoxy recognized in the borderlands is the Great Rune, the power. Master Fulilian, you have the makings of a king."

It was clear that Nimgfu had to choose his own king, and this hard-core land that had persisted to the end in the Golden War still burst into sparks and was about to sing the ancient legend.

Kenneth took a step forward and bowed slightly before the steps.

"Twice among the Faded Ones have emerged those who aspired to the throne, bringing indelible influence to the borderlands. You will be the third... no, the third King of Elden. Whether you save the dynasty from collapse or establish a new one, either way, we now choose to pledge allegiance to Fulilian. Do you accept this?"

"I accept."

The silver-haired girl stood up and extended her hand. The nobles walked up the steps one by one and saluted. A unique ceremony was held in Hyde Fortress.

Chapter 37: Nimgefu's Refuge in the East

In fact, Fulilian was not aware of the complicated rituals of the so-called loyalty ceremony at the border, but she still refused many of them on the grounds of the tense war situation.

She thought it wouldn't be too late to formally declare sovereignty over Stonewell City after defeating Greg.

The nobles breathed a sigh of relief.

No one wants to make it a done deal right away. Now, just show your intention to be the first to follow the dragon. Don't make a big fuss about it. It would be great if the other party could refuse.

However, for legal reasons, they still planned to give Fulilian the title of king later, such as the Blessed King in the Royal City. In fact, anyone can claim the title of Fragment King.

It is necessary to have a resounding name to distinguish it from the previous ruler.

Unfortunately, I am not very interested in it. First, I am lazy, and second, it would be self-boasting if I gave myself a name.

Seeing the silver-haired girl's bored expression, Kenneth suggested:

"Lady Fulilian, we've just discussed this. The situation in Morn City is special. We need a large number of manpower to support it, or we can take it over by force if the loyalist lord resists. So it's best to bring more people with you. Please come visit my manor. I have some troops to entrust to you."

"Alright, let's go. You can think about the title of king and the coronation process. I'm not interested in all that red tape anyway."

"As ordered."

"In addition, we will also resupply some supplies, so please excuse me."

If it weren't for the speculation that becoming king was part of the game's progression, Fulilian wouldn't have been interested. From the elf's perspective, a great human monarch could be gone in the blink of an eye, and a dynasty could easily collapse, making it unworthy of mention...

The situation in the border area is of course special. The average person here is immortal but there are no serious psychological problems. Instead, the body is corrupted first. What kind of ruling logic will this produce?

It's worth a little research when you have some free time.

The group headed to the eastern fiefdom of Nimgefu, which was counterintuitive in that the location was a relatively remote small plain.

It is more like a small village than a manor. The scale of the buildings is not as large as many ruins, and many tents seem to be ready to run away.

On the surface, it looked deserted, but when Fulilian made contact, she discovered that there were tens of thousands of people. In today's context, a five-digit number of living people was indeed rare, and they welcomed her warmly:

"Long live the triumph!"

"It's Lady Fulilian—"

"The hero of Hydeland."

Many children even came over on their own initiative. Seeing this, she dismounted and performed some fancy magic tricks, which caused a burst of laughter.

The puzzling thing is why they adopt a nomadic settlement style. According to the nobles, monsters often roam the main roads and open areas, and there are occasional outbreaks of dead-borns and zombies, so they need to maintain mobility and keep their distance at all times.

Although Fulilian offered to help, the nobles declined and focused on their business first.

The above troubles are caused by the broken Elden Ring, so they can only be solved by repairing the ring. It is a waste of time to go around in circles on small details, so focus on the main contradiction.

They answered sincerely, "Since we have survived like this for so long, there is no need to worry about us. As long as Lady Flillian becomes the King of Elden and imposes completion or new laws, that will be enough." They were full of anticipation.

Really passionate.

How much hope must one carry along this journey to reach the foot of the golden tree? It's no longer just for oneself.

The silver-haired girl looked up at the majestic tree that was as big as the sun.

Today it is clearer than ever.

The borderland is more vast, meticulous, and magnificent than the game world that Fulilian has visited, especially the many immortal species here that soothe the soul.

Even though the elves here are not considered to be overly long-lived, they are still passionate and strong living in such an environment. Their genuine emotions are beyond words, which is something the numb immortals should learn from.

She once worried that the game had given too many emotions to characters like Fire Keeper and Anri, fearing that "having the emotions of a short-lived species in the body of an immortal species" would only add to their troubles.

Maybe it won't be so awkward, the tree-returning system at the border is a good thing.

"I will definitely repair the Circle, for everyone's sake, and for mine. And for you, Melina."

"Of course the witch hopes for great achievements from the Faded One."

Ordinary people thought that Fulilian was just chanting an important name, but only she could clearly see the spirit and hear the response.

is this okay?

In reality, Melina felt her partner's personality was initially dull, especially her expression, due to her ethnicity. But after just a few days together, her heart seemed to have undergone a dramatic transformation, and she felt a surge of emotion. She was both capable and willing to experience the world, not just a passing visitor.

She couldn't decide whether it was good or bad.

While he was thinking, he saw Kenneth calling for about three hundred lightly armored soldiers to appear. Although there were no cavalry, they looked well-trained and had average equipment.

"Lord Fulilian, these are our elite troops. They can accompany you to conquer Morn City."

"Where are we going to get so many troops from, considering the population's support capacity?"

"As a newcomer to the Faded, you don't understand. Because of the Returning Tree system, a soldier's shelf life is very long, and they won't easily fall ill or suffer from low health. It's no problem for them to serve for many years."

"So, the logistical requirements are small, the combat effectiveness is well maintained, and only equipment maintenance is required?"

"Correct."

Kenneth then praised the soldiers' organization and discipline, which was considered the top defense force that the manor had always had.

Not only for war, but also to take care of daily life, and to take over a fortress as quickly as possible. With them around, at least there won't be a rush.

Fulilian didn't understand large-scale warfare, but she knew how much trouble it would take to set up camp, provide logistics, and prevent and control epidemics, so she had always declined any requests. But the convenience the soldiers at the border had made her curious.

After some thought she finally agreed.

It's impossible to take over a city alone or clean up the hybrid rebels alone, right? It's better to save effort wherever possible, and the nobles are happy too, after all, Fulilian promised to protect them.

The worst-case scenario is to allow the soldiers to harvest Runes to level up.

From then on, destroying the magic sword was considered to be on the same side as Hyde Lord.

All the troops were sent to join his army. If we blame him, it would be hard to explain. The only thing we can achieve is victory.

Kenneth warned, "The western part of Nimgerfu is controlled by Stonewell City, and even the Night Cavalry under the command of the King of Blessing are active there. It's a tough nut to crack. We can't handle the eastern part alone, so we must gain the support of the Weeping Peninsula as our rear base."

"On the other hand, if we don't control it in time, we will definitely be attacked from both sides. So, you must ensure that we control the peninsula. Remember this."

"understood."