Frillian in the Elden Ring

"It's not just me. Everyone thinks the elves are hiding the largest number of powerful individuals. The legendary nameless monk and the founder of magic, Celia, are both said to be connected to the Elf Village. Now, you, the teacher, have been added to the fold, so there must be many experts among them."

"Have you never considered that many more elves have gone out on adventures and died inexplicably? You only see the success stories."

"But judging by the ratio of powerful individuals to the number of tribes, and the proportion of world-class experts, the elves are number one, right?"

"should be."

Now Fulilian couldn't refute it, she just counted on her fingers and knew the answer.

In the eyes of the world, Celia, the nameless monk, plus herself belongs to the level of the Age of Gods, and is on par with the Demon King. Then three-quarters of the top powerhouses come from elves, as well as some elves who are occasionally active and famous. The aftermath of past activities... of course left a deep impression.

It's just that they have a free and easy personality and often appear without a trace. They have been inactive for decades, so their influence on the situation is relatively small and their presence is often ignored.

"Let's get back to the point. Anyway, I need a powerful barrier magic to protect the village before I can travel."

"As ordered."

"What did you promise?"

Volame said confidently, "Teacher, please consider me a gifted master of various types of magic. I will learn both enchantments and souls. I will fill in the gaps in your enchantments. I will create an enchantment strong enough to protect a large city."

"It's good to have faith, the magic will respond to your imagination."

If her apprentice is a little mediocre, for her own good, Fulilian will give him a warning and advise him not to be too impulsive.

But Volame is a genius, and geniuses should be treated with a different logic. Through rote education and encouragement, she will grow up quickly.

"You two had a good chat."

At this time, the boss had returned from the warehouse, holding a sack of relevant materials. Fulilian took a glance and confirmed the authenticity of the materials. The unevenness of the materials was just right, so she simply used them as test products.

It was only when she checked out that she discovered it was surprisingly cheap.

“You got a discount?”

"Yes, it's just the cost price. As long as I don't lose money, I won't make any extra money."

Fulilian was about to decline when the boss waved his hand and said generously, "Actually, I'm the one taking advantage. First, I can only do business safely because of your skills. Second, this is a shop that the magician of the Age of Gods has visited, right?"

Since that was the case, she accepted it. After all, there would be plenty of opportunities to deal with him in the future. At least the energy consumed by Volame as an apprentice would be replenished frequently.

While the two sides were discussing the current situation, they also mentioned some information:

While much of the north has fallen, powerful empires are still struggling to hold on. In some cases, even the demonic armies are avoiding one of the magical cities where Celia is often active. Furthermore, some fortresses held by the resistance have changed hands several times...

Judging from the details, the enemy was far from completely occupying the north. After all, the number of people was insufficient to support an effective ruling system.

I can still hold on.

It would be better to say that the demons are charging forward as hard as they can because they know that sooner or later there will be a bomb explosion in the rear and the rebels will appear.

The heavy blow from Fulilian ended their charge and they had to rest. On the other hand, it was almost certain that the empty demon-occupied area would give rise to a large number of rebels, further shaking the overall situation. In the end, the central part of the continent would still be the stalemate point.

A confrontation between the two sides will gradually form, but unless the magicians who were buried continue to be active, the short-term trend will still be that they have the upper hand.

The boss said excitedly: "This place will become a relatively safe bridgehead on the front line. My shop is going to prosper. Lady Fulilian will take care of the business from now on."

"Of course, Miss Volame too."

He was in a very good mood, as if he had met a future of abundant wealth.

On the other hand, Fulilian didn't care at all. After completing the purchase and having some spare money, she started to think about other bottles and jars. If she found one she liked, she would try it out. She left the accounting and packing work to Volame.

"I thought I would be called 'Flillian's Disciple' from now on. You actually asked about me."

"Every potential client deserves my attention. As for those who praise or disdain me, don't listen to them. They are just nonsense from mediocre people."

"I understand the principle, but I'm afraid you'll encounter it often when studying here."

"Young magic apprentice, you won't learn any real skills in North Wind Fortress. It's just a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp, including me."

"why?"

"Magic is poorly understood these days, and some ignorant royal families are wary of it, so there are many unskilled practitioners. You should train with the Age of Gods magician. There is no better teacher in the world than her. When you become successful, don't forget our shop and our hometown."

The boss gave a meaningful instruction, then confiscated the money and waved his hand to order the customer to leave. Volame nodded in gratitude and went to pull away the teacher who was immersed in the fake cultural relics.

Fortunately, the store owner has a conscience, otherwise, with Fulilian's personality, she would probably be sold a bunch of useless things.

Next, she recommended a hotel for us to stay temporarily.

Pfft!

Fulilian jumped up and buried her whole body in the bed, breathing in the scent of jasmine perfume. It was worthy of being a high-end hotel.

She turned over and lay flat, ready to take a long, unseen sleep. After all, she had consumed some magic power, so it would be best to meditate immediately to replenish it and ensure she was in a perfect state. This was one of the practical principles in reality.

"Don't you wash yourself before going to bed, teacher?"

"It's okay. I can teach you the magic to keep your body clean right now."

"That won't work. We can't rely solely on magic."

Upon hearing this, Volame shook his head and did not agree with this idea, but he would not stop Fulilian from lying down. Perhaps this is the way the elves do things.

After a quick wash, the red-haired girl sat on the other bed and looked through her notes. There were some obscure parts in them, and she occasionally asked for advice. The silver-haired girl, who was originally dozing off, faithfully fulfilled her duties as a teacher.

It’s better not to sleep.

On the contrary, Volame brought more and more surprises. The questions reflected a person's level, and the tricky and accurate ones represented his understanding.

She didn't expect that this cheap apprentice she picked up casually had such talent. Although she didn't know what the strongest level of human beings was today, there was no doubt that the girl's talent had reached a level that was not seen once in a thousand years.

It would be too boring to grow slowly. Should I try blessing and strengthening?

Fulilian thought about the plan.

"By the way, teacher, where are we going next?"

"My purpose for coming out was to purchase goods, which I've already accomplished. The village's barrier magic isn't finished yet, so I can't leave for too long. It's time to go back. But it's not far from the North Wind Fortress, so it's up to you where to study. You could even build a magic workshop here to practice..."

"No, I choose to do research with you. That's what the previous boss suggested. I think Teacher Fulilian can make me stronger."

"You trust me quite a bit, that's true."

"Speaking of trust, I actually don't know you at all. Can you tell me about it?"

With this thought in mind, Volame asked cautiously, fearing that the topic of the past would provoke him, after all, the other party had never talked about it.

In fact, she misunderstood. Apart from the unspeakable experience of magic in the game, there was not much story about Fulilian. If she asked around in the village, she would find out that she never left the house.

Just say it.

"Don't think I'm an active character, Volame. For the past few hundred years, I've mostly been idle in the village or studying magic. I'm not a big shot, and I've never had any outstanding military achievements."

"So the teacher is so strong just by practicing on his own. It's all based on talent!"

"Indeed, in your eyes."

There is no need to be modest. In fact, Fulilian's ability to learn all kinds of magic depends on her talent. Otherwise, the game magic may not be useful to others.

After receiving the answer, Volame felt that the teacher was even more unfathomable.

Even among the elves who are full of strong people, she should be considered to be at a unique level of talent. Even if this power is obtained lazily, it is full of the aura of being tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations. That is a kind of strength, and the best place to test it is in battle, and the winner is the king.

No matter how much time has passed, I will never forget the blooming of the scarlet flower. With one move, I defeated the army and annihilated the demon clan.

Not only her, but humans and demons alike will remember this move. To be able to change the entire strategic situation with magic by one's own strength is undoubtedly a domineering move that belongs to the ranks of the strongest.

"Teacher, I want to learn the large-scale magic that you use to perform flowers."

"It's called the Flower of Ionia. It's experimental. Even I can't control it well, so I can't just give it to others. But other battlefield magic can be used. I have plenty in reserve. The key is whether you have enough magic power to use it."

"Not enough."

Having been poured a basin of cold water, Volame looked depressed and hated himself for not growing up earlier.

"Don't worry, if you study soul magic well, you will be able to resonate with me, and I can actively grant you magic power to quickly improve."

“Will there be any side effects?”

"How could I possibly give my apprentice something so strange? Don't worry, you can treat it as a magical effect that will help me quickly develop my magical power."

As she spoke, Fulilian spread out her hands and a large rune appeared.

The golden fragments from the Elden Ring shimmer with brilliance, giving people a warm feeling. It represents the power of grace and blessing for the soul, making people full of strength from the inside out.

Changing to another world is indeed a great loss of power, but it is very simple to protect it when the magic is infused. In principle, it is equivalent to Frillian acting as a witch and using souls to strengthen it.

Just add some magic to Volamequan. It should only be used once, but it should be enough.

"What a nice view!"

The red-haired girl's eyes lit up, and she was sure it was one of the legendary artifacts.

So the teacher is definitely not as simple as he said. He probably even hid it from his compatriots. And this gift has only been shown to himself so far. Could it be a treasure comparable to the Holy Sword of Savior?

Unfortunately, the next moment, Fulilian took away the Great Rune with a flip of her hand, and the mysterious energy resonance instantly disappeared.

"Just because I have this ability doesn't mean you can slack off. To receive the blessing, you must possess basic magical power and strong physical fitness. Therefore, I will also train your abilities as a warrior. Don't complain about the hardship when the time comes."

"Real shortcuts often overdraw your potential. I won't choose that for you, so let's choose shortcuts that require more effort to become stronger. Be prepared."

Volame became even more excited.

"Am I going to become a battle mage like my teacher in the end?"

"Don't talk nonsense, my style only has some warrior elements."

The silver-haired girl waved her hand and said, "That's all for tonight. Go to bed early and we'll be on our way tomorrow."

She snapped her fingers and extinguished the candle, and the small room suddenly became dark and silent.

Fulilian likes quiet environments, but she ignores the fact that ordinary people in this era have the impression that darkness is a place where monsters are rampant and death follows. Therefore, Volame was so scared that he suddenly shuddered and huddled under the quilt.

Her bed.

Feeling the warmth and breathing in her arms, Fulilian was slightly startled. She lifted the quilt and saw the girl smiling awkwardly. They looked at each other in silence.

"Forget it, I'll hold you in my arms and sleep with you for one more night today, and this won't happen again."

Upon hearing this, Volame nodded like a little bird, and she fulfilled her promise by stretching out her arms to hug the girl, letting her rest her head on her shoulders, without worrying at all that she might wake up in the morning numb from the pressure, because it was too light.

For a qualified warrior, it is nothing. Perhaps it is because of this stability that Volame feels safe and thinks it is the best place to sleep.

Soon the girl fell asleep with steady breathing.

Fulilian is rethinking her plan: wait until her apprentice's training is on track before returning to the border area.

Moreover, this time, the use of game magic should cause the elves to sleep, so that more real time can be spent to see the growth of the true disciples, but is Volame willing to not see his teacher for a year or two?

"We'll talk about it later. Now that things have come to this, let's go to sleep first."

88

Chapter 88 The Omniscient One casts his gaze.

North Wind Fortress Command.

Commander Wayne received a report from the messenger: "Lady Fulilian declined the invitation to become a guest commander, but she said she would keep an eye on this place, because we also protect the front line of the Elf Village."

"In addition, she took her only disciple away, planning to cultivate for a long time."

Since the news had already been exposed, she simply admitted that it was related to the elf settlement and that both parties had common interests.

Upon hearing this, Wayne murmured, "As expected. Such a strong person cannot be recruited easily. It is better not to interfere with the current chaotic command system."

In the general trend, the human kingdoms are indeed uniting, but the resulting issues such as distribution of interests, friction and disputes, and interference in command make people's blood pressure soar. It would be difficult to deal with if they provoke the ruined Fulilian.

It's good that she is willing to stand on the side of humans.

Moreover, the contributions made so far are enough to buy us a breathing space.

"Sir, should we track the elves' movements?"

"Strictly forbid it. Don't disturb that kind of person easily. If she wants to be alone, then let her be. Our priority is another matter. We must recapture the frontier fortress in one fell swoop."

"As ordered."

Wayne glanced out the window from afar. The plain below the city wall was still scarlet, and the deep pit seemed to still contain the roots of huge flowers. Many brave magicians came forward to study but shook their heads regretfully, finding nothing.

Its large range, high lethality, and strong judgment make it a magic that is at the forefront of history and has attracted countless admirers.

Currently, many magics are conceptual operations, very idealistic, and have relatively limited destructive power. The Scarlet Flower seems to be designed only for the battlefield.

Humans have tried to study it but have been unable to decipher it; it's too profound, a form of magic from another system. However, this also marks it as an unbreakable curse, meaning even the demons have no hope of deciphering it.