Frilian at Elden Ring

"Being grateful for certain things is simply part of the evolution of the world and shouldn't be taken too seriously. However, our plan remains unchanged. In any case, the Golden Tree, which created abundant wealth, is the least bad option, and the Dharma Ring must be restored."

Melina gazed at the golden tree in the distance. Although it was a long way from Nymgford, it was no longer as blurry as before. The two had finally taken another step forward.

"Let's get this sorted out as soon as possible. I'd also like to see the magic academy soon."

After saying this, Frilian called on Torret to set off again, heading towards the previously conspicuous ancient seaside ruins, where, according to the previous advice, an important figure should be present.

Who?

Bloodfinger Hunter Yura was on high alert.

Even from a great distance, he sensed a hidden, immense magical power approaching. He had almost mistaken it for an illusion when he caught a glimpse earlier, but it was indeed coming towards him. Could it be some force behind Bloodfinger seeking revenge? That makes sense; those guys are always lawless.

However, he did not sense any hostility, so he did not take the initiative to attack, but instead observed from the gaps in the ruins.

A mage with silver hair and pointed ears? Wearing light armor, a crown, and riding a unique spirit horse... these traits combined make him extremely famous in Nymgford.

"Should I address you as Your Majesty, the one who buries the demonic sword, Frilian?"

"No need to be so formal. I've heard of you too. You're the hero who hunted down Bloodfinger. Those scoundrels deserve to be punished."

"If you're not a hero, then what brings you here?"

"I just came here to activate the blessing point because there was one here, and I happened to see some people nearby, so I said hello. After all, the chances of seeing normal people while traveling in the border area are not many."

"What a spirit!"

Even a king can remain so carefree and at ease, and his wandering across the world is a rare sight. In everyone's mind, this is not only not considered degrading, but also an act of a strong person, after all, the former war king Gefulei conquered all directions.

A powerful king should leave his mark and leave his mark; the type like Greke, the Blessed King, who stays at home, is a bit lacking.

"I heard you killed the dragon Yagil?"

"Yes, it was too much of a hindrance and couldn't be tamed, so we dealt with it during the expedition to Stoneville. If we hadn't taken care of it, we wouldn't have been able to subdue the dragon army, and the siege would have been much more difficult."

As they were talking, Frilian took out a strong and powerful heart, which was still full of life.

"Then you should know that it is an offering used in the dragon's feast. If you can't suppress your desire one day, go to the church on the small island on the west coast. That is the place where the dragon's feast ceremony is held."

"But it will turn into a non-human monster."

“That’s right, so even if you give it to your subordinates, you have to be careful, unless you find an ancient dragon that can suppress the side effects.”

Yura waved his hand. "Don't misunderstand, I didn't mean to give any advice. Like everyone else, I hope the new King of Nymgford will govern better."

"Thank you very much."

"Since we've already met once, we'll run into each other again sooner or later as we travel through the border regions. Let's meet again in the future."

He smoothed his large iron hat, turned around, and then suddenly paused, reminding him:

"Be careful of the Bloodfinger faction. There are some very mysterious people behind them. Recruiting so many Faded Ones will likely lead to conflict with them."

Yura gave a final word of advice and quickly left. To be honest, she was a little wary of the strong magical reaction emanating from Frilian, which made her uncomfortable. It was better to keep her distance; she and the mighty Soul King were not on the same path.

The silver-haired girl frowned, staring intently at the departing figure, sensing that the hunter was being watched by some strange force...

Forget it.

Although Bloodfinger Hunter Yura had a feeling that he was being watched by some strange entity, how could Frilian know what the person in question's attitude was?

If they were actively embracing that force in the first place, it would be extremely impolite to point it out abruptly.

Moreover, he himself was not clear about the specific situation, and Yura gave people an atmosphere of well-intentioned reminder but keeping them at arm's length.

The border region is never short of mysterious travelers.

Suddenly Melina appeared and reminded them, "He's right. Those Bloodfins are always crazy. They don't care what kind of fragment king you are. They only care that the faded ones should be killed. They're very troublesome."

"it does not matter."

"You are as magnanimous as ever, Frilian. Few people possess the heart of a king like you."

"It's nothing new. Didn't everyone dislike those who faded before? The situation has improved a lot now. The fact that only Blood Finger is still relentlessly pursuing this speaks volumes about the progress, doesn't it?"

This interpretation made Melina admire her partner's carefree attitude. In this border region, many powerful people are not in control of their own destiny, while she has always been free and unrestrained, which is truly rare. Hopefully, she can maintain this and not become the type who is full of bitterness and resentment.

Therefore, Frillie is much more vibrant than the other faded ones.

"Take a stroll around Nymgford; it'll help you relax before the next operation."

Neither the Magic Academy nor Gailid is a good place; even the Fragment King will face a tough battle and would be better off conserving his strength.

"of course."

I've always been enthusiastic about exploring Frilian; the boredom of staying in the elven village for so long needed to be dispelled. Indeed, I'm becoming less and less like an elf, more like a more immortal human who can't resist traveling to distant lands.

I will maintain my enthusiasm until my footprints have covered the borderlands.

Many locals felt it was decaying, but she immediately focused on the remaining vitality amidst the ruins and developed a soul healing technique. Perhaps the rules of the magic circle also responded to what she had in mind.

The silver-haired girl called to Torret to gallop on horseback.

Over the next few days, Frilian traveled through eastern Nymgford and the Sobbing Peninsula region, spreading healing spirits along the way.

Her magic is more refined than before, especially with targeted improvements to the ability to turn the living dead.

The medicine cures the disease.

The logic of real-world magical formulas is used in new magic, even drawing inspiration from the manipulation of undead puppets by demons, thus easily curing common symptoms of zombification. However, it's far from perfect; there's at least one thing it can't do:

Reversing the process of zombification remains a mystery; at best, it can only stop the target from decaying and going insane, and restore some of their bodily functions.

In short, the essence of "the soul trapped in a decaying body" remains unchanged.

While Frilian's latest research has expanded the curable targets to include severely zombified individuals, solving a previous problem and worthy of gratitude and praise for Her Majesty, there is still room for improvement for scholars seeking perfection. The path of magic is vast and boundless; surely a solution exists.

More case samples are needed.

With this in mind, she performed healing in villages contaminated to varying degrees, targeting different types of undead as much as possible. After all, the more proficient one is with magic, the better; she didn't mind the trouble and strived for perfection.

The King of Nymgford's activities in his territory have brought about a series of changes, and his great acts of kindness are undoubtedly worthy of people's homage.

The people in Stoneville were quite busy.

Throne Room.

Beside the empty, enormous throne, the nobles gathered, bowing to the seat before exchanging documents to confirm the situation in various places and avoid any oversights or errors.

Even if Frilian herself is not present, it does not affect the regular convening of the Imperial Council to discuss development.

The kings and local nobles on the border have always cooperated well. The former provides military support and legitimacy, while the latter acts as intermediaries, working together to lead the gradual development of human power.

Admittedly, these years have been a time of hardship and decline, but specifically for the human race, their numbers have actually increased relatively against the trend.

"I don't understand where all these villages and people came from?"

Hyde scratched his head at the statistics table.

Edgar dismissed it, saying, "Ultimately, for so many years we never really understood the South. We only had a vague understanding of its detailed population, villages, and caves, and many people even hid themselves out of fear of the demigods. It's only natural that they would take the initiative to submit after witnessing His Majesty's benevolence."

"So it's not that we think the war of fragmentation is that serious? At least in the South, many people are actively hiding?"

"Yes, but such cases only exist in Nymgford and the Weeping Peninsula, and at most in a part of the Lake Lienia region. They won't happen in other places."

"That's true. Either it's a highly controlled area of ​​the royal city, or they're all dead."

"Your Excellency Hyde, colleagues, taking advantage of His Majesty's benevolent actions that have won over the hearts of the people, we should recruit these people. Either they can come to work in the city, or they can settle down in the surrounding areas."

“Where does the money come from?”

"Your Majesty said to use the reserves in the treasury, and besides, the treasures she found in the caves are also quite valuable, enough to replenish the treasury."

In any case, Frilian's daily life was completely devoid of extravagance; she was indifferent to fame and fortune. But that didn't mean she was poor. On the contrary, any treasure she casually produced was priceless, making her a veritable walking treasure trove.

Moreover, once a city is running, it's no longer a matter of money; it will generate its own benefits.

For example, Seren and Frilian's joint teaching attracted a large number of noble descendants who were looked down upon at the magic academy. Here, they were taught without discrimination, and the popular soul magic school attracted many people who offered generous rewards.

These big spenders revitalized the business scene in Stoneville.

The land, once stagnant and barren, is now recovering.

Such a scene was something they never dared to imagine before. Witnessing it was a privilege, and stimulating the self-regenerating power of the land under their rule was Frilian's greatest achievement.

"In addition, the stationed soldiers reported that the monster settlements in the more distant caves have been cleared by His Majesty."

Everyone's faces lit up with joy when Edgar said that.

The absence of those annoying things will further awaken the Ningmgfu region. At least people won't have to worry about suddenly encountering strange packs of wolves, crazy zombies, or flying dragons on the main roads, making things much more peaceful.

He went on to suggest, "We can strengthen our own defenses of the surrounding caves and clear the area around them."

"Wouldn't deploying troops pose some danger?"

Hyde asked.

"Don't worry, it's just news that there are bandits active in the Mengliu Cave area. His Majesty is still a long way from returning, so we should send troops to wipe them out. As for the defense of the city, there's no need to worry."

indeed.

Whether it's the Farron Undead Legion practicing their swordsmanship on the cliff or the Black Blade Assassins chatting and laughing with everyone, the heroes of Samir are all capable of defending the city. They should train their troops more to prevent their military preparedness from falling into disrepair. They can't rely on the king alone to fight in future wars for supremacy.

The Imperial Council quickly decided to actively send troops.

93

Chapter 93: The Tailor Burke.

Stoneville City has become more active than ever before, frequently deploying troops to cooperate with Frilian's route to eliminate monsters.

The faded figures of the Round Table Hall also joined the movement.

There are rooms in the castle specifically designated for these allied forces, which serve as a guild function.

"Let me see……"

Roger held the commission report and found that it mainly consisted of scattered strongholds. The large caves were basically swept clean, and under the power of that fragment king, they could no longer cause trouble. Even the labyrinth where they were located was looted.

Clearly, Frilian's usual style is to fight and collect everything at once, pushing forward in a map-licking manner, with the intention of sweeping away all the sneaky monster gathering points in the entire Nymgford region.

"D, are you interested?"

The masked man beside him nodded: "I will exterminate anyone related to the Deadborn."

"You're an expert, so it's best to completely eliminate the Undead. By the way, I heard that Water Village has been revitalized, a new village is being built, and the monsters won't be able to return for a while."