Frilian at Elden Ring

She's definitely on the demon race's kill list.

They are also enemies they will continue to study, and not just the demons. They will consider all those who are wary of them. So let them study them; they might even gain some unexpected insights.

Vlame watched helplessly as his prey used all their skills to try and escape, only to be wiped out by a single, casual move from his teacher. They died without a trace, leaving behind only craters on the ground, enough to break down the city wall.

It may seem like a simple trick, but it incorporates excellent performance.

At the same time, Frilian didn't forget to explain: "Volamel, their existence is based on..."

Generally speaking, achieving large-scale, rapid, and homing attacks requires three or more types of magic, not to mention the true soul damage effect; just now, a demon was annihilated even through armor. And this is merely a basic attack of soul magic? Just how profound and powerful is this school of thought?

While she was pondering, she was put down. Then, Frilian put away her weapon, held her staff with both hands, and pointed it forward, aiming at the camp.

Thunder magic of destruction!

Finally, a spell with some circulation or at least not entirely undocumented has appeared, but in Frilian's hands, it still exhibits an exaggerated range.

boom!

The heavens summoned lightning, annihilating the allied forces. A raging inferno engulfed countless corpses, turning them to charred remains. Combined with the crimson soil and enormous flowers in the background, it created a scene of utter devastation, entirely of one's own making.

Today, an elven mage has redefined people's understanding of the upper limit of magical destructive power.

Thinking of the ruins left behind in the mythical era, those are probably traces of war. Could it be that even mages were powerful without any weaknesses back then, like Frilian who was proficient in both combat and magic?

Ignoring the shocked stares, I began examining the demon's relics one by one, openly looting them.

Reject waste.

Such a powerful being would even bother with these trinkets? Perhaps it's just a hobby.

At this moment, the city gates were wide open, and the commander and others who had escaped the calamity looked at the silver-haired girl with trepidation, unable to believe that this person had wiped out an army in front of everyone.

Weary from his journey, Wayne bowed deeply: "Thank you for saving Northwind Fortress. I am Commander Wayne, and I am happy to serve you. All the soldiers and civilians are grateful for your efforts."

"It's alright, it's all just a matter of convenience."

At the same time, Volame began to introduce himself, briefly stating his mentor's name and the information about the great elven mage, showing no stage fright and remaining calm and composed.

Upon hearing this, Commander Wayne was even more certain of his impression of the reclusive master. Indeed, the demons were too wicked and their actions were so outrageous that even the powerful figures who had lived in seclusion since the age of mythology could not stand it and decided to lend a helping hand.

Frilian, who had originally intended to clarify, simply accepted the title of one of the world's magicians.

Does her explanation make any difference? Anyone who sees this exaggerated magical power would acknowledge its millennium-level value, even if they haven't seen anything of the same level before.

I've never seen it myself.

The praise wouldn't make Frilian underestimate the real world, because there were too many conceptual phenomenon spells with unpredictable effects. So she carried a lot of damage reduction amulets; if they didn't trigger, that was good news, as tricky mechanisms were rare.

Or perhaps, no matter how good the mechanism is, it cannot escape the weakness of the body itself; maybe among the large number of demons that I have killed, there are special ones.

"Lady Frilian, we are willing to pay a high reward."

“Just give me the spellbook… no, give me some money too, since I’ve taken on an apprentice now, and Vlame needs it.”

“I would have sponsored her even if you hadn’t said anything.”

Putting aside her status as the chief disciple of the Age of Gods magicians, a definite successor to the mantle, everyone can see from Vlame's performance in the battle just now that she has extraordinary potential. Not everyone can participate in top-level battles without changing their expression, especially since she is quick, accurate and ruthless.

Most importantly, the red-haired girl is now acting as a middleman, introducing the two sides.

The nobles trusted their own judgment, and even more so, Frilian's. Through Vlamé's communication channel, the two sides quickly came to understand each other.

"Also, you don't need to worry about the battle traces I left behind. That corrosive energy won't spread and will disappear soon; only the color will remain for a long time..."

"Doesn't that just show how skilled you are in magic?"

"up to you."

Realizing his earlier boasting was embarrassing, Wayne coughed and said seriously, "In any case, on behalf of the fortress, I sincerely thank you. To reiterate, please accept this badge. It grants access to any location within the city and even allows you to mobilize troops."

He solemnly handed a shield-shaped accessory to Frilian, who nodded in acceptance.

"You probably don't care with your power, but we can do some favors to make you feel at home in Northwind Fortress."

"Thank you all, but I'll have to excuse myself for a moment."

Politeness is not Frilian's style; she needs to collect samples again before the crimson corruption magic completely decays.

86

Chapter 86: Victory Through Defense.

After exchanging pleasantries, the group began cleaning up the battlefield.

The most striking sight was a giant scarlet flower that stretched across the center of the plain, its surroundings stained crimson, with countless fallen demons leaving behind deep red marks.

This painting of death was filled with an eeriness, so sinister that one dared not examine it closely to determine what kind of magic could kill thousands in a single strike. When the soldiers mustered their courage to try to move the flower, they found it motionless, standing like a fortified wall.

Given its devastating power, no one dared to make any moves. Now that the petals have closed, what would happen if it bloomed again?

Commander Wayne scratched his head and muttered, "Or maybe we should just make it a victory monument?"

"I'll take care of it."

As soon as she finished speaking, Frilian stepped forward and clasped her hands together. The giant flower shrank to the size of a finger, and the crimson corruption it contained reached its lowest point, posing no threat.

Legend has it that the Galid region was also left with huge flowers after the War of Shattering.

The Ionian Flower is hard to destroy; it always leaves a trace after it blooms. How could we bear to destroy such precious experimental material?

But in the event of an unforeseen circumstance, there could be widespread devastation.

"By the way, sir, can this red soil be eliminated?"

"There's no effective method for now, but don't worry, it just looks exaggerated and won't cause any extra pollution, otherwise I definitely wouldn't use it so easily."

Wayne quickly replied, "Please don't mind, I was just asking casually. To be honest, use whatever methods you have to deal with the demons. Destroying the environment? An environment without human survival is meaningless. We'd be happy even if you turned this place into scorched earth."

Nothing to say.

The war torments both sides, and everyone will be distorted if the conflict does not truly end.

"Ms. Frillian, what kind of flower is this? It's so beautiful."

With the look of a curious child, Vlamé tried to poke it with his hand.

The silver-haired girl quickly grabbed the flowers and dodged away.

"Children shouldn't touch this. It's extremely dangerous, and you've seen its power. Besides, it's experimental magic; I haven't even figured out some of its basic properties and operating principles."

"But it looks suitable for teachers, and the color scheme would be great, right?"

"what?"

Vlamé held up the flower over Frilian's hand and placed it on the latter's left ponytail. The bright red accentuated her simple appearance and gave her a striking look, complementing the crown-like gold ornaments on her head.

Whether it looks good or not is another matter, at least it allows me to keep an eye on things to avoid any mishaps. Maybe next time it blooms, I can throw the headdress out as a medium and save magic power in the process.

People in the borderlands would probably be unable to contain themselves if they saw a demigod wearing the Ionian Flower as an ornament.

After witnessing the teacher accept the proposal, Vlame clapped her hands excitedly.

She didn't have the energy of a child, so she started collecting soil samples from the site, digging every meter around the point of impact to gather as much data as possible, as these were invaluable materials.

It truly lives up to its name as Crimson Corruption.

If Frilian doesn't develop a control spell and withdraw her power in time, this place will become a breeding ground for corruption until a purification plan is developed. In other words, indiscriminately attacking demon territory is feasible, but no one can guarantee how far the damage will spread.

While I was pondering this, Vlame, who had already noticed my intention, started digging soil from the other side and putting it into bags.

That's fine, having an assistant will make things much easier, but unfortunately, humans may not be able to use it for very long...

Half a day later.

The soldiers and civilians of North Wind Fortress worked together and quickly cleaned up the battlefield.

After finishing the sample collection, Frilian received the magic books from the nobles with remarkable efficiency, as if they were afraid she would forget and leave.

The stereotype of elves is that they "forgot something again but it's not important, they'll remember it in a few decades anyway" and don't care about anything. When communicating with them, it's best to remember what you want to discuss and don't expect them to be immortal.

She was happy to sit outside the city and read.

No one would be so tactless as to disturb the ancient magicians. To them, it was a righteous act of a reclusive master who had helped them out, and they didn't need to trouble themselves with anything else. They had already done them a great favor this time.

During this time, Vlamé was reunited with his family, which was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

At least she'll have a fairly normal childhood and be able to become a mentally sound apprentice. After all, Frilian doesn't want to end up like some magicians who teach all sorts of weirdos and don't bite off more than they can chew.

Before they knew it, it was already evening, and even Frilian, who often forgot to eat and sleep, decided to find a place to stay.

Suddenly she noticed that Vlamé was looking at her notes, but the important thing is that she didn't notice at first.

"Are you hiding your magic?"

"Yes, I'm learning to control my breathing like the teacher, and I'm also practicing my skills."

"You don't need to compress it to one-tenth like I did; half is enough for you, since it's not cost-effective for humans. Anyway, since you've met your family, why don't you go back together? Let me tell you first, I'm not someone who cares much about quality of life, so it might be a bit tough for me."

"It's alright, I want to cultivate with my teacher."

"It's a pity that your talent is first-rate, but the most lacking thing in this era is time to grow. Too many geniuses die young in war, not to mention that the demons are specifically hunting down people with potential."

"I've heard that the demon race seems to have prophets, so they've been plotting to suppress humanity."

As she spoke, Folame's face showed fear, for as intelligent as she was, she immediately realized that as Frilian's apprentice, she must also be on the kill list.

Dangerous.

"Don't worry about that stuff. I'll just ask you one question: Could a prophet have foreseen the enormous losses the demons would suffer today?"

"Yes, but the teacher still succeeded. This simply means that either the prophet didn't care, or the prediction was an unstoppable turning point. I tend to believe the latter; as long as it's strong enough, it's fine."

The silver-haired girl smiled and closed the magic book.

“You are very perceptive and can keep up with my pace. Let’s see what level we can reach.”

Despite her young age, Vlamée has already developed the heart of a strong person. As for the growth and training she needs, it is not difficult for Frilian. She will teach her step by step and she will not be afraid of not being able to do it. She can just consider it as passing on her knowledge.

If I want my magical skills to endure, I should take immortal beings as my apprentices; they will remain the same for hundreds of years.

If you want my abilities to flourish, you should pass them on to humankind, and I will soon grow into a lush and verdant tree, even if it looks very different from its original form.

Frilian doesn't care about purity or color; she believes that living is about spreading knowledge, so teaching it to short-lived species is a good choice, allowing her spirit to endure.

"Let's go to the city to make our purchases."