Frilian at Elden Ring

Unexpected secondary creation

Chapter 24. Capacity is the reason for being a king.

This is intolerable! Even though the Black Knife Assassins are only known by their titles because of a temporary mission, they have always been considered rare warriors with the pride of warriors.

Isn't Frilian's obvious act of holding back an insult? Could it be that she really isn't a pursuer of the Golden Dynasty?

"I already said I'm a faded one, I don't have any deep grudge against you."

"Not always."

The black-knife assassin, Oro, snorted coldly.

Despite her stubbornness, she took a step back to create distance, her offensive drive not as strong as before. Now, she regrouped, enduring the pain to prepare to face the enemy who might be her demise.

Having committed the heinous crime of assassinating the eldest prince Godwin, he has been on the run from the hunters, but perhaps his time is up.

"Since we don't have any fundamental conflicts, why can't we talk? For example, we can each get what we need: I'll treat you, and you'll give me intelligence."

"I've seen too much deception and useless tactics during this long period of being hunted down."

"Then I'll have to disable your fighting ability first."

Faced with the Black Blade Assassin who possesses instant-kill abilities, Frilian lowers her shield and adopts a style that combines a staff and a katana, using offense to counter instant-kill and confront the enemy head-on.

ring!

As she lowered her shield, the golden ring on her left index finger caught Oro's eye. She felt a sense of familiarity, as if she had seen or heard of it somewhere before, perhaps with some special meaning... but she didn't have time to recall.

Facing such a powerful opponent, there is no room for error; even with the Death Rune by her side, she cannot feel any chance of victory.

Because Frilian's aura was too exaggerated, it was so sharp and powerful that it was overwhelming.

The next moment, it was right in front of them.

The Farron Swift Sword was aimed at her right leg, presumably to disrupt her mobility, so she simply didn't dodge or evade. She thrust out the black blade, unleashing the combat technique Death Blade at point-blank range, drawing an arc that swept across all directions, brimming with killing intent.

She didn't expect that in this situation, Frilian would forcefully retract her magic sword and dodge, still missing her target.

Instead, he ended up getting his leg cut and wasting a lot of magic power.

Agility is the silver-haired girl's greatest strength. She even gains the upper hand when facing a black-knife assassin. Her footwork, honed through thousands of battles, is flawless.

The enemy wasn't fast, yet he could never quite reach the hem of her clothes, causing Auro to furrow her brow.

Not right.

In fact, Frilian was on the offensive, occasionally unleashing Soul Arrows and Whirlwind Magic Shards, but her speed was obviously insufficient to touch the Black Blade Assassin. Moreover, she wasn't fighting seriously; do you expect me to believe that a powerful mage has poor aim?

Both sides hid on their own, with the power of death runes and magic flying back and forth without any interactive experience, even giving off a slightly comical feeling.

You're draining my energy—

In desperation, Oro decided to finish the fight quickly, but she didn't know whether to go all out or save her strength to continue her escape. In any case, she decided to strike first.

But by sheer coincidence, it struck the snow-white katana, producing sparks and a crisp sound.

“Hesitation leads to defeat.”

Frilian suddenly launched an upward flick, sending the black knife flying. At the same time, she swung her staff like a giant club and slammed it into the abdomen. The immense power paralyzed the rare girl, leaving her completely powerless.

Unsurprisingly, she collapsed to the ground with a thud, already severely injured and exhausted, and immediately lost consciousness.

You have obtained the [Crimson Blade] amulet, which restores health when you deliver a fatal blow to an enemy.

Melina quickly appeared and said, "That was too dangerous! Do you know how terrifying the power of the Predestined Death is? Don't take any risks. Even Golden Godwin couldn't withstand it."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing, and we've already won."

"You want to treat her?"

"Correct."

"I hope she's not ungrateful, but do you really have a cure? I can teach you a prayer..."

Before she could finish speaking, Frilian used the miracle spell Sunlight Healing, the same spell she had used to save her fellow elves before.

As expected, the black-knife assassin, who had been on the verge of death, gradually recovered. His vitality was clearly restored, and his breathing and heartbeat became stronger and more powerful, a stark contrast to his previous weak state. He had been given a second chance at life.

However, she's not exactly a pushover either; necessary precautions must be taken, such as binding you tightly with ropes and wrapping a flail around your neck to ensure you're terrified.

In a daze, Oro recalled their escape from the royal city, where many of her companions had died tragically...

Suddenly, a ray of sunlight shone through, warm and comforting.

She suddenly woke up, and a quick glance around revealed her situation. She couldn't help but say, "Torture me, it's no use. Only the assassin captain knows the most information. We just follow orders."

"It's alright. Besides the intelligence, I also need to make you obediently accept treatment. If you don't cooperate, I'll whip you with a flail before healing your wounds."

"Don't--"

The Black Blade Assassin, who had always appeared unyielding, now spoke with a hint of pleading; he was genuinely terrified. In the distant homeland of the Rare People, the Horned People treated their tribesmen in the same way, a hundred times more cruelly—a fact etched in the collective memory of the race.

Frillie couldn't understand why the other party had suddenly become so obedient, but she was happy to see it happen.

"If you know you're afraid, then cooperate with my sunshine healing. If you don't actively embrace it without my magic, the effect will be greatly diminished."

"Yes, sir."

With that in mind, the treatment went much more smoothly.

After their injuries healed and the ropes were untied, the two men looked at each other in complete silence. One was a prisoner filled with anxiety, while the other was pondering how to proceed.

"So you're going to keep running away? Spend your whole life evading the Golden Dynasty's pursuers?"

"Although it's annoying, we deserve what we got, and the current situation in the border region was by no means what the Black Knife Assassins wanted. Everyone was fighting for their own masters and their beliefs, but the clash resulted in the worst outcome."

Auro was very disappointed. She had been too weak to think about anything else before, but now she was facing a sense of confusion she had never experienced before.

"As it happens, as someone with ambitions to seize Elden Ring, I will inevitably become an enemy of the Golden Tree forces sooner or later, and I can protect you."

"what?"

Frillie solemnly proclaimed in a loud voice:

“I’m not kidding. I can’t become the King of Elden without support. I hope you can join me in witnessing the return of order to the Borderlands and ultimately creating a prosperity far surpassing the past. You Black Knife Assassins were used, so don’t take it too seriously.”

"Besides, a new emperor brings a new court, so there's not much right or wrong. I will protect you, and if you have any national or personal grievances, just speak up and I will help."

After a moment's hesitation, Auro quietly asked, "May I take a look at your ring?"

The silver-haired girl stretched out her hand, her slender fingers adorned with rings—qualities recognized by wild beasts, signifying their complete submission and subservience to their master.

"Yes, it's called the Spirit Horse Whistle, and it's the medium for summoning the mount Toret."

It seems that what Melina gave him is of great significance, given that so many people recognize it.

The black-knife assassin knelt on one knee.

"Lady Frilian, your magnanimity is the very reason for you to be king."

Chapter 25 Greck's Fury

Melina, an observer, was utterly astonished. How could the Faded One have recruited the Black Knife Assassins with just a few words? Was this charisma? The qualities of a king?

It must be admitted that Frilian's conditions were all to the point; shelter is crucial for a fugitive.

Besides, she has already demonstrated her strength.

Easily suppressing the Black Knife Assassin is not something just anyone can do. These rare young girls, along with Death Rune, can be considered hero-level and are quite skilled. Otherwise, how could they have infiltrated the royal city of Rodel, killed the prince, and then retreated?

But the silver-haired girl's unfathomable power was captivating, and coupled with the kindness of healing her, Oro, tired of her life on the run, chose to join her.

All are happy.

"Speaking of which, I felt a wary gaze watching me just now..."

“She is my witch. Because she is in a spirit state, ordinary people cannot see her.” Frilian answered truthfully, “It doesn’t matter, I will give her a physical body.”

He made a promise casually, yet very seriously.

Upon hearing this, Melina's heart skipped a beat. Even she wasn't sure if she could recover by reaching the foot of the Golden Tree; perhaps she should consider a backup plan. Honestly, this Faded One always hits the nail on the head.

"Although I can't see it, I guess Lady Frilian treats her very well, and the appearance of your weapon and mount reveals your character."

"It's just a matter of everyone getting what they need in return. I prefer taking on commissions."

What are your plans?

When this was mentioned, Frilian revealed Bernal's previous advice, and the black-knife assassin Oroye believed that there was no rush to go to Moen City, especially since bringing her, the enemy of the Golden Tree, would easily provoke the city lord. It would be better to wait for the war to dampen his spirits.

As for the longer-term plan to defeat Greck, she currently believes that she should gather people to gain support, since conquest and rule are two different things.

In fact, Ori believed that Frilian was strong enough to challenge even the weakest demigod, but there were still many dangers in Stoneville.

Moreover, she didn't want her boss to work hard all by himself without exercising any control; wouldn't that be a waste of effort? She would also lack a protective umbrella of power, which would be a lose-lose situation.

"Compared to the resolute Lord of Moen City, the Lord of Hyde Fortress, who is closer to us, is more likely to accept a change of leadership. He is quite dissatisfied with Grek."

"Take it away."

"Wait, we'll be passing through Water Village, a destroyed ruin, where a very powerful monster dwells."

"Let's rest first before going. We all need to get a good night's sleep."

After saying hello, Frilian leaned against the wall to rest. She had originally planned to stop and rest wherever she could along the way, but now that she knew there was a regional boss, she decided to conserve her energy in advance and at least sleep for a whole day to make up for the continuous journey.

A moment later, the silver-haired girl drifted off to sleep, oblivious to everyone around her.

Auro finally understood what it meant for those who achieve great things not to concern themselves with trifles. You don't treat your sisters like outsiders at all, and you're not afraid of death at all, you're a rune holder.

The last one who slept soundly in front of the Black Knife Assassin was named Godwin; the grass on his grave is almost taller than the city wall.

"I'll rest too."

Sunlight healing isn't without its effects; it leaves one feeling depleted and in need of adjustment to ensure they are in peak condition to be of help in the upcoming battle at Water Village.

The two women had hearts strong enough to sleep soundly even in the underground tombs, but a series of events in Nymgford kept many people up all night, and the turmoil stirred up by the new faded ones continued to ferment.

In the central hall of Stoneville, Grek, dressed in a long robe, is listening to a report:

"My lord, we found the remains of the dead bird in the dilapidated house of the warrior trainer. It must have been done by the Demon Sword of Destruction, but it disappeared without a trace afterward..."