Frillian in the Elden Ring

The reserve adventurers are ready to go.

The general manager is now in a panic. If the meritorious noble Wayne and the heir of the God-era magician Volame are both killed, his own lives will not be enough to compensate, and it will cause a major earthquake in the political arena and the magical world. The most dangerous thing is Frillian's anger.

This famous example of protecting his apprentice was that he beat up the demon army and even captured the opposing team's commander to practice with him.

"I hope the royal city is safe."

He looked at the towering city walls and castles on the distant horizon, and vaguely heard the long-ringing bells in the wind, symbolizing praise and welcome.

……

At this moment, a long red carpet was laid in the courtyard garden of the royal city, with petals flying on both sides.

"The Chief Minister welcomes the Association's guests on behalf of His Majesty."

At the same time, the tall knights standing on both sides held their heads high and chests puffed out, holding their flags high. This action made the armor on their bodies rub against each other and made a crisp sound, and they looked tall and straight.

The nobles saluted in unison. At the head of the group, Fulilian wore a sleeveless gown, a corseted waistcoat, and a long, flowing lace skirt. The ensemble was predominantly white. The two scarlet flowers accentuated her long, white hair, creating a striking contrast.

This magic!

She did not deliberately suppress her aura but instead used a hint of intimidation. Even ordinary people could see distorted vision, as if heat was rising from the ground.

Even the battle-hardened royal guards felt their throats tighten, not daring to meet Fulilian's scrutinizing gaze.

The honorary president is worthy of his title.

In contrast, Lehmann, who followed closely behind, was much more low-key, dressed in a black tuxedo and white gloves. His slightly thin figure made him look even taller, and his handsome yet slightly gloomy face attracted admiring glances from many noble women.

The two looked at each other and then greeted the Chief Minister.

"By the way, why did the envoys separate from you? How could they not arrive at the same time?"

"Yes, unfortunately we were ambushed by the demons in the canyon and had no choice but to fight."

Lehman had expected this kind of attack. He could just block it with one word. If he continued to argue, wouldn't it mean that the Kingdom's poor defense had harmed the Association's distinguished guests?

"Let's go."

There is no point in worrying about whether to take the blame or not. As a minister, you only need to fully implement His Majesty's opinions. Since the current attitude of the royal family tends to be against magic, you can just do it yourself.

If the visitor successfully lobby the king, he can also change his attitude.

A group of people walked through the courtyard corridor.

The minister, whose magic power was low, was unaware that the two men behind him were continuously perceiving and investigating, not missing any details, striving to uncover the demonic forces hidden among the upper echelons of the Labyrinth Kingdom. Regardless of the political impact, they had to seize the flaw first.

Lehman reported via voice transmission: "There are traces of demonic magic, left within two days."

"It's been going on before, maybe a few months ago."

Fulilian, who had a better perception, saw more details. The aura unique to the demons was very obvious to her. It was really hard for these monsters to actively hide their aura.

"wrong!"

"A better approach would be to simply replace some of the court magicians with demons, thus avoiding the difficulty of concealment."

She made a bold guess.

"That's too much."

Lehman's magical voice transmission trembled slightly. "After all, it's a medium-sized kingdom. It can't be completely ripped apart by infiltration. Unless the planner can foresee various situations and eliminate variables."

"Unfortunately, the demons have a prophet. Do you think I'm worth his effort?"

Just as the two were talking, there was a creaking sound at the end of the corridor.

The door leading to the throne room opened, and under the guidance of the Chief Minister, they entered the magnificent hall together, with guards on both sides looking majestic.

Looking along the end of the red carpet and flags, there was a man wearing a crown sitting on the throne on the nine steps.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Your Majesty, please allow me to extend my sincere greetings on behalf of the Magic Association Headquarters and Teacher Celia..."

Lehman nodded and saluted while saying polite words, and glanced at Fulilian, who also looked at him, with murderous intent in her pupils that she almost didn't bother to hide, as if she was about to attack the throne at the next moment.

No way? The worst has happened.

do not.

He tried his best to convey this intention to his companions, and fortunately the silver-haired girl remained calm.

At the same time, Lehman raised his head and looked carefully at King Ander, and immediately found that the other party was smiling but not smiling from the heart. The strange incoordination between magic and flesh disappeared in a flash.

What a clever disguise!

If Fulilian had not reminded him to look for flaws in advance, he would never have been able to see that it was just a layer of human skin at that distance. Once the distance was shortened, it would be tantamount to suicide for a demon sage.

"I'm delighted that you've come to see me, especially after hearing that you resolved the attack on the Tomb of the Fallen King."

"It's what we should do, and the association is willing to handle this kind of incident."

Lehman replied calmly, just telling the human ministers who were not demons that they should stabilize the situation first and see if they could lure out the enemy.

As for Fulilian, who called herself a nobody, she was too lazy to speak.

She had nothing to say to the demons, and she had no business talking to forces connected to them. Regardless of whether the others knew about it or not, with their interests so intertwined, no one could remain unaffected. Reconstruction was necessary.

"It's indeed worthy of a commendation. It's a pity that only the two of you came. I heard that Wayne and Volame were also very active."

"I'm sorry they have to stay behind."

"That's such a bummer. Let's hold a grand awards ceremony once your team is all here."

Suddenly, the fake king changed the subject: "But only if our teammates return safely. The Tomb of the Fragmented King is extremely dangerous. If something unexpected happens, wouldn't it be a real bummer? President Fulilian, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Lehmann's heart tightened, fearing his teammates would be provoked and explode. However, the silver-haired girl replied calmly:

"They will be safe. We know each other's strengths and will not split our forces until we have assessed them. Afterwards, Volame will stand in the throne room."

"Well, anyway, let's discuss business first."

The demons were not good at small talk, so they just continued with the routine.

Just follow the instructions of the Prophet Shulahat. The Hundred-Change Sages are too lazy to think too much before the real battle comes. They are just a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

What is more worrying is that another corrupt sage may intervene to take the credit.

Yeah.

Lehman was the most nervous. If a fight broke out right there, wouldn't innocent people be harmed? Even if Fulilian was strong enough to protect the common people while fighting, damage would still be inevitable. Better to get through this first and then plan for the long term.

Besides, he still had a mission: "My Lords, please allow me to reiterate the Magic Association's philosophy and cooperation matters..."

Speaking out publicly is essential.

What needs to be clarified must be clarified, and communication cannot be refused because of some prejudice. Therefore, Lehmann generously explained the development of the association and answered some questions and confusions on the spot.

So what if the king and some of his guards are demons?

Tell it to the central region, to the people, and to the world. This kind of spirit is something that the barbaric monsters in human skin cannot understand.

Although the pretender on the stage looked bored, many nobles present showed interest and gradually became interested under Lehman's eloquent persuasion.

The fake king's indifference actually gave Lehmann room to shine, and he even talked about the association:

"As long as Your Majesty agrees to establish a branch, we can provide assistance with matters such as maze excavation in the future."

"Ah."

The absent-minded demon sage nodded casually. In reality, he had been keeping a close eye on the imposing Fulilian's movements, unsure if she had seen through him. But as a demon, how could he doubt the magic that he relied on for survival? He who wavered would never become strong.

So he hardly listened to the nobles' discussion below:

"You said sharing magic is real?"

"of course."

"That's strange. Even if it's the negotiation terms, they're a bit too generous. Logically speaking, shouldn't the association have many conservative mages?"

"Yes, so I only agreed on behalf of Teacher Celia to share some of the magic. After President Fulilian's popularization results, it turns out that allowing magic to spread is the most insignificant threshold. It still requires talent."

"I don't care about long-term issues like that. As long as we strengthen our armaments and fight against the demons, that's all that matters."

"I have a suggestion regarding the northern front..."

Lehmann, who was in good shape, was not afraid of being in danger in the enemy camp at all. Instead, he seized the opportunity to promote the association and must not let down this slight flaw revealed by the enemy.

He did not forget to observe his surroundings.

The enemies, who seemed to be disguised as demons, basically stared at Fulilian alone, maintaining a balance that was on the verge of breaking out but not pointing it out.

It was very dangerous, but fortune and wealth are achieved through risk. Thanks to her, she attracted attention from all sides.

Politically, the Honorary President was a minor figure, and the nobles only needed to be polite. However, in terms of combat power, she was too powerful, causing the demons to watch nervously, and the atmosphere on the scene was very tense.

Those hiding in the dark were naturally concerned about Fulilian's scrutiny, but unfortunately she seemed to be becoming more and more relaxed, and her calm face made it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

After a while.

The brief and concise audience process ended.

The palace's internal affairs officer led the two of them all the way into the bedroom, and then reminded them of a lot of details such as schedules and etiquette. The level of detail really broadened Fulilian's horizons. It was more sophisticated than the nobles in the border areas.

After confirming that no one was around, she spoke: "There are no spies here, and I have set up a shielding barrier. Feel free to chat."

Lehman fell heavily on the chair and wiped the sweat off his face.

"I never thought I would end up in such a dangerous place. It's really dangerous."

"A considerable number of important personnel have been replaced by demons. The kingdom is no longer a functioning organization. Abandon it and prepare for war."

"really."

One has to admit that Fulilian's unwavering attitude at the critical moment is inspiring. That aura can easily become the backbone, often gathering people's hearts, and her calm conversation soothes the mood.

Lehmann calmed down and thought carefully.

"Let's act tonight. I can use shadow magic to evacuate as many unnecessary people as possible under the blessing of night."

"If the demons hadn't replaced those powerful magicians, I would have been worried. Now I just need to control the movement of ordinary people."

"But that brings up a problem: I need maximum cover."

He looked directly at Fulilian, who nodded.

This decision was tantamount to letting the other party walk into a trap, but the skilled and courageous magician of the Age of Gods did not refuse. It was more like a long-awaited opportunity to catch them all in one fell swoop.

Late at night in the royal city.

Some people in the palace hall were shocked, and then moved away to the periphery in a daze, as if driven forward by the shadows on the ground.

There were countless cases where many people left the inner walls of the royal city in a daze.

After a while, they behaved like normal people again, chatting and laughing as they left, but they had an additional thought in their minds that they must avoid it, and before they knew it, the crowd began to evacuate.

On top of the bedroom attic.

Lehman watched the irrelevant people go away under the guidance of shadow magic in the moonlight and bright lights.

He was panting and running his magic at high intensity, but even with the blessing of the night, it was difficult to mobilize thousands of people.

"Those demons are no fools. They'll probably realize something's amiss soon. I'll have to trouble you to draw their attention. President, there must be a trap in the inner hall behind the throne."

Fulilian nodded solemnly.

"Too slow. I'll transfer some magic power to you."

After she finished speaking, she reached out and lightly tapped Lehman's shoulder. Instantly, a huge amount of magic power poured in, which made him, who was originally exhausted, regain his spirits. The efficiency of shadow magic increased greatly, and it seemed to cover half of the royal city.

How exaggerated, just one increase can produce a qualitative change?

So strong!

I will probably never be able to experience such a height again in my life. Under the magic, my senses seem to be above the clouds, overlooking the city walls, with a profound insight.

No wonder Fulilian can keenly see through disguises. This level does not require any unnecessary detection, and a large amount of information is at hand... Unfortunately, Lehman has no time to immerse himself in the experience. Business is more important, so he takes this opportunity to go all out.

Shadow magic used its maximum output in the dark night to guide tens of thousands of people to migrate one after another.

I don't want to pretend anymore, and I can't pretend anymore.

To a powerful magician, something felt very wrong, and evacuating the crowd was a precursor to war.

"Sorry, President, it will probably take a while. If the demons target us, it will be a major mistake on my part."

"It's okay, you tried your best and did a great job."