Frieren's relentless attacks completely annihilated the Deathbird. The bizarrely shaped monster froze mid-motion, then dissipated into white ash, leaving behind only faint traces as proof of its existence.
"Flying enemies are still a bit troublesome."
The thought of learning flight magic surfaced in her mind once again. Perhaps back in her own reality, she could find answers from the demons. Even if they didn't possess such magic themselves, brainstorming solutions together might work.
[Received Blue Feather Branchsword Talisman]
Item Description: Increases defense power by 50% when HP is below 20%. Giving this to your main summon makes them virtually immortal, a true Elden Lord.
Regarding the equipment, player comments could also be seen:
[Stop saying the summon got nerfed into oblivion! You just don't know how to use it. Take this accessory and take back your insults towards your summon!]
[BOSS: How does this Spirit Ash have invincibility hacks?!]
[Mimic Tear: What Elden Lord? Just stand behind me like a good Spirit-Caller Snail.]
[So impatient, when can we get to Nokron, Eternal City?]
...From these fragments of information, Frieren could confirm that the Blue Feather Branchsword could enhance a powerful Spirit Ash, though the specifics remained unclear.
However, the literal description alone was impressive. Greatly increasing defense when HP is critically low significantly boosts survivability and tolerance for errors – practically saving a life, making it strategically valuable.
Coincidentally, Frieren could maximize its effect right now, thanks to a miracle spell with perfect synergy.
Combined with the effect of Tears of Denial from Dark Souls: Prevents death once when HP reaches 0.
Miracle of the apostles of the Archbishop of Carim.
A miracle entrusted by Morne.
This miracle grants the dying
enough time to share parting words.
Tears are shed for the living, who need them more than the dead.
At Frieren's current level of mastery, few things could prove fatal, but having more skills never hurt. Setting aside the myriad techniques available in the Souls worlds, demons in her reality possessed curse magic that had never been fully analyzed. Perhaps only miracles could truly contend with them.
In the game, she could tailor her loadout to the situation. Back in reality, she would need to keep the Blue Feather Branchsword and Tears of Denial equipped constantly for safety, lest she fall victim to a fatal sneak attack.
As for the Bell Bearing Hunter, he didn't drop anything valuable. He was quite poor, after all, not being a particularly formidable master himself.
Whoosh!
Melina's form materialized in the wind. She looked astonished, murmuring, "You actually managed to win... Where are your limits?"
"I don't know."
"You should be comparable to the heroes of old. I suspect news of the events at the gatefront and tonight's commotion will spread quickly. Both White Mask Varré and Roderika will soon know your name and deeds. People will understand Frieren's capabilities."
Naturally, she was pleased her partner was so strong; it saved a lot of trouble. Having renown could also eliminate many potential hassles, at least preventing mockery from mere Godrick soldiers.
"Those things don't matter."
"Once you've been a bit more active, I will take you to the Roundtable Hold. It is a gathering place for the Tarnished, a Great Site of Grace where your peers reside, separate from the Lands Between."
"Mm, let's talk about that later. Right now, I just want to rest properly. I might sleep in."
Frieren gave her fair warning. She absolutely needed a good dream to reward herself for the whole day's toil. Who knew the second day in the Lands Between would be even more exhausting than the first? Maintaining a work-life balance was important.
Hearing this, Melina nodded and vanished. She seemed to realize that while this Tarnished was powerful, her lifestyle was irregular, her sense of time vague. Keeping an eye on her daily routine would be necessary.
The silver-haired girl leaned against the wall of the ruined hut beside the bonfire and fell into a deep sleep.
The winds on Stormhill gradually subsided. The once-pervasive aura of death weakened, almost giving way to a feeling of spring returning to the land.
The next morning.
Bernahl the warrior wandered the Limgrave region as usual, seeking solace. He often did this to alleviate fatigue, occasionally teaching battle skills to those he encountered by chance – a way to soothe his own soul. How else could one survive in the madness of the Lands Between?
However, the atmosphere around Stormveil Castle felt distinctly different today. The usually lax and tyrannical Godrick soldiers, who bullied men and women alike, seemed tense. Grafted Scions led frequent patrols, searching for a powerful Tarnished.
How could Bernahl, with his intelligence channels connected to Rykard's Volcano Manor faction, not know?
After capturing and interrogating a few soldiers, he learned that a newcomer had appeared at the Chapel of Anticipation two days ago. That wasn't news in itself, but what was remarkable was that she had slain the Tree Sentinel using pure skill while equipped with nothing but basic gear. The soldiers and White Mask Varré in the distance had all witnessed it.
If that could be explained away as luck, then the subsequent fall of the Gatefront Ruins and the Stormgate blockade undeniably proved her caliber. The culprit had already gained some notoriety:
"Frieren, the Slayer Magic Sword."
According to intel, she was a sorcerer, yet her famous victories were all achieved by sweeping aside foes with a light-infused sword. The common impression was of her formidable martial prowess...
Bernahl grabbed the soldier before him by the collar and punched him several times, leaving his face bruised and swollen.
"Who are you kidding? There's a huge gap between a sorcerer and a warrior! A person can only choose one path, otherwise their stats won't support it. Especially not a skilled swordsman, a type of warrior requiring technical mastery! How is that possible? Must be a misjudgment."
"I don't know."
The captive honestly relayed what little information he had. As a low-ranking grunt, he truly wasn't privy to much detail.
"Any other intel? What exactly does the Gatefront look like now? Did you see it yourself?"
"It's all ruins, the ground looks like it's been plowed over, covered in scorch marks from magic. Arrow holes are everywhere, nothing was spared. She brought utter destruction."
"If that's the case, what was Godrick's reaction?"
"My lord was furious. He only calmed down slightly after killing a dozen or so candidates waiting for grafting. He ordered us to capture Frieren and bring her to him. He insists the Tarnished must learn the might of a Shardbearer."
Hearing this, Bernahl sneered, "Hmph, just a coward who disguised himself as a woman to flee during the defense of Leyndell. What's he got to be arrogant about?"
After dispatching the soldier, he continued north to investigate, heading towards the familiar hut. He hadn't been there in a while; perhaps it needed some maintenance...
"Wait!"
The warrior's exceptional eyesight instantly spotted traces left by the Deathbird. Furthermore, the lingering presence of a Bell Bearing Hunter permeated the area. A major battle had definitely occurred here last night. The victor was resting inside the ruined hut.
Although the occupant had concealed their aura to some extent, to a top-tier warrior like Bernahl, it shone as brightly as the sun.
He also suppressed his own presence and cautiously approached. Startling the person inside might invite a ranged attack, so Bernahl judged stealth to be the best approach.
However, he had misjudged the occupant's state of relaxation.
Inside, a silver-haired, pointed-eared girl was leaning against the wall, wrapped in a blanket, fast asleep and snoring softly, completely oblivious to any potential danger.
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