Renaming

Frieren, having sheathed the Ringed Knight Sword, gazed deeply towards the north of the Lands Between. Only she had perceived the direction of the Goddess of Rot's escape.

Could it be where the Empyrean Malenia, bearer of the Law of Rot, resided?

"Cough, cough!"

The coughing sound interrupted her thoughts. Before her, O'Neil knelt on the ground, barely supporting himself with his banner, on the verge of death. He was dying, but his eyes held only peace, a faint smile of relief on his face.

"His name is O'Neil. He was the original wielder of the Unalloyed Gold Needle, a former general of the Haligtree Army..."

"Your Majesty, no need for introductions. I have achieved nothing; on the contrary, I've caused great disaster."

"Thank you," Millicent said sincerely. "And there's a familiar feeling about you. Have we met before?"

"In a way, yes, and in a way, no."

Hearing this, Frieren raised an eyebrow. It seemed the old general had guessed some special identity, but she suppressed her curiosity and performed healing, leaving space for the two of them, hoping even one more word spoken could alleviate regrets.

Bathed in the Sunlight Heal, a touch of color returned to O'Neil's face, but it was merely the fleeting brilliance before death.

"That final Waterfowl Dance just now was truly excellent, Millicent. You are skilled enough to stand on your own. What do you plan to do in the future?"

"Travel the Lands Between in search of my origins, I suppose."

"That's good. But always remember to embrace life with passion. Don't be defeated by Scarlet Rot. If you encounter any difficulties, be sure to ask Lady Frieren. Will you help her?"

"Certainly."

"I've heard the New Lord of Souls is always willing to help others and make friends. Indeed, her reputation is well-deserved."

Although O'Neil wasn't very clear about the news in the Lands Between, just by looking at the companions who had rushed to Frieren's aid one after another when she faced crisis, he knew. One could often judge a person's character by the character of their friends.

Since these people had chosen her and supported her with all their might in battle, he too was willing to place his trust in her.

"Frieren, will I become a rot creature after I die?"

"Not while I'm here."

"Millicent, the Unalloyed Gold Needle is best in your hands, but it is destined not to last long. You can seek clues at the Haligtree."

"I understand. I will bring your greetings."

Finally, O'Neil handed his banner to the silver-haired girl and rasped, "It will be useful to a commander like you. This is all I can do. Farewell to you both, I shall take my leave first."

He closed his eyes, his last moment facing towards the Haligtree in the far north.

Eternal farewell.

Frieren clasped her hands in a priestly gesture. With the Goddess of Rot now dispelled, she could use her magic. Recalling her mana, she performed Soul Heal, protecting his soul from Scarlet Rot erosion as it journeyed to return to the Erdtree.

Although the Erdtree's reincarnation system was currently malfunctioning, it could eventually be repaired. For now, consoling the soul was paramount.

The fading golden light signified that a battle had entered its epilogue.

At this moment, Millicent remained silent for a long time, stroking her longsword, seemingly savoring the insights gained in battle. Her swordsmanship would surely advance further.

"Melina, are you alright?"

Before her words faded, the figure of the black-cloaked maiden appeared beside her. Her one visible eye shimmered with a complex mix of emotions—the relief of a narrow escape, and a hint of unspoken reproach, truly conflicted.

Of course, she was mostly grateful for her partner's courageous intervention; otherwise, she would have hardly escaped her fate.

"You were too reckless just now. You shouldn't have abandoned your defenses for me. But all's well that ends well. Thank you."

"That's good."

The two nodded, their eyes meeting, everything understood without words. As for the failings of Frieren that the Goddess of Rot had spoken of, she wouldn't shout about them; when the time came, it would be known.

The silver-haired girl turned her head and began to study the weapon entrusted to her by the old general, while Melina worried.

Could the Blood Dynasty have a shardbearer?

Then the situation would become even more complex. The possibility of the other party secretly plotting could not be ruled out. They were most likely eyeing the Great Runes of two shardbearers, planning a winner-takes-all scenario? However, she felt that the current spirited Southern Army, combined with the Redmane Army, was not without a fighting chance.

Moreover, she herself could now use Erdtree incantations and could help somewhat, alleviating the pressure in terms of group healing.

Melina was lost in thought, while Frieren, vexed, scratched the back of her head and began her research:

[Veteran's Standard]

So it was really called this. Quite plain, but what mattered was its performance. She had noticed the effect of its special skill early in the battle.

[A weapon with a tattered red banner wrapped around an old halberd.]

[The master it served cast off their shadow, left in the ruins of a corrupted battlefield.]

[The old veteran O'Neil once held this banner high.]

[A lone old man, proud of that battle.]

The description likely pertained to the background of the Aeonian War. The Haligtree Army's expedition across the Lands Between back then was indeed a feat. Frieren, also leading an army, knew that to build such an organized force was a testament to tight discipline; they truly had reason to be proud.

Sooner or later, the battle-hardened Southern Army must also reach the level of the Haligtree Army, even surpass it. Otherwise, they absolutely couldn't accomplish the unprecedented feat of conquering the Royal Capital.

[Exclusive Skill: Rallying Standard]

[Raise the war banner high, a skill that issues commands with a valiant posture.]

[Boosts the attack power and defense of oneself and nearby allies.]

Frieren had already witnessed the prowess of this weapon. It was indeed suitable for legion warfare and was also effective for the wielder.

Now, another "standard stacking buff" would be added to her routine. This was especially important for a sorcerer; as long as enough buffs were stacked, she could unleash a world-destroying move with outstanding effect.

Her repertoire of enhancement magic was gradually becoming abundant.

A plentiful harvest.

Although in most people's eyes it was fraught with peril, she valued the returns more. A war banner was of great benefit to the entire Southern Legion.

The thought made the silver-haired girl wave the banner. Infusing mana, it indeed released a circle of enhancement. If she wasn't mistaken, the more mana infused, the wider the area of effect—perfect for large-scale battlefields, simply flawless.

She didn't forget to check the player messages, and sure enough, they were overwhelmingly positive:

[Finally finished it despite the Scarlet Rot! I did it!]

[Monkey show essential +1.]

[Just love that sound effect from the old general's banner. I must immediately do a 'Yalalale'!]

[With the current progress, there are quite a few stackable buffs collected. With this hit, you'll owe me a health bar!]

[Don't forget, the Lake of Rot still has lots of stuff! Meteorite Staff and Rock Sling!]

Frieren had heard before that Caelid was full of treasures, and she had certainly been keeping an eye out. They seemed to mention ruins. It was likely the one within her perception range; she would collect everything from there later. Even if she didn't need them much now.

While she was immersed in researching the skill, Edgar and his group arrived. Seeing the silver-haired girl studying with an air of unconcern, everyone knew it was alright, everything was normal.

"Your Majesty, how should we deal with that Flower of Aeonia?"

Everyone looked towards the center of the lake, where a colossal scarlet flower bud bloomed.

Keep a wide berth.

Everyone present had only one thought regarding the Flower of Aeonia: seal it up quickly and then evacuate. Out of sight, out of mind.

However, the opinion of the greatest contributor, Frieren, was most important. Since she, who had constantly faced the frontline threat, hadn't chosen to slip away, everyone was willing to witness it with her. Could it be that she had another method?

The silver-haired girl glanced around. "What do you all think of this swamp?"

The others also observed their surroundings carefully, pondering.

A breeze blew across the dried-up depressions of the lake, carrying away a wisp of a decaying scent. The riverbed was cracked, the fissures filled with skeletons, but at least it no longer exuded Scarlet Rot.

It was now just an ordinary low-lying area, barren and desolate, crimson red like its surroundings.

Except for this flower.

The Redmane soldiers felt a strong sense of déjà vu, reminiscent of the Valkyrie's handiwork back then. Was it this terrifying? What would happen now that this thing had absorbed the entire Lake of Rot?

"I think the greatest danger has actually been controlled."

"Anyway, it's better than before. The roads that were divided by the swamp can also be reopened."

"This is pretty good as it is."

Everyone expressed their approval, but the silver-haired girl standing in the very center shook her head, still unsatisfied with the current result.

Jerren asked, "Respected New Lord of Souls, surely you don't intend to completely take away this flower and purify it in the process?"

"Correct."

The resolute answer stunned everyone. Although the Flower of Aeonia remaining for even a day posed a hidden danger, Frieren, having just finished a major battle, showed no intention of resting? Was she going to complete this unprecedented feat in one fell swoop?

This will to challenge oneself was unshakable. So-called spirit came from within, an all-encompassing magnanimity, her only regret being unable to rule both lands.

Now they were both expectant and worried—would it go out of control?

"It's too risky. Your Majesty should prioritize her own safety."

"But if we delay, there's no guarantee this Flower of Aeonia won't be exploited."

"There's no guarantee that the Blood Dynasty's demigod is still around or not."

"No matter."

Frieren continued coldly, "A backstabbing schemer who can't even stand on the main stage will never be worthy of contending for the throne. I've seen many kings; even those who do evil possess corresponding courage. But that skulking coward will pay the price if they attack again."

She said this specifically for the enemy's spies to hear. Indeed, Mohg, upon hearing it, was infuriated, determined to kill the New Lord of Souls.

Immediately, the silver-haired girl generously stood on a petal, clearly prepared.

"Not only will I purify the corrupted swamp, but I will also use this as a center to spread the power of life throughout the entire Caelid region. Don't worry about me overexerting myself. First, I will achieve taking away the Flower of Aeonia and stimulating the flower field."

"Whether you stay far away or witness it here, it's up to you."

The scene was deathly silent.

"I am old and have seen too many evil deeds. I always doubted Your Majesty's actions," Jerren said, deeply shaken. "But now, I believe."

"It doesn't matter. It's not like I did it to gain people's trust."

"Why are you willing to give so much? Even with a Great Rune right before you, you can remain so composed."

"Because I've seen too many miserable places. Among them, the Lands Between is relatively hopeful. The scenery here is beautiful, and I want to see abundance return. Furthermore, even if you all forget what I've done, that's fine. I just want to witness a brand new appearance. Besides, a companion asked me to repair the disasters after the shattering of the Elden Ring, so I'll just do my best."

Frieren's answer was overly simple, yet the facts were before them. Such a powerful individual had no need for dissimulation.

The soldiers of the Redmane Army immediately gave a solemn salute. They would not leave; they would witness it here.

The Southern Army, needless to say.

After all, when Edgar chose his new master, he had decided to live and die together. His fief was managed by his daughter Irina; he was now merely a general on a distant expedition.

Melina's voice held a new note of anticipation, "You will create a miracle."

The silver-haired girl, the focus of everyone's gaze, nodded.

"Begin."

Before her words faded, Frieren gently tapped her foot. The giant flower bud below flowed towards her hands, rapidly shrinking. She held up the Flower of Aeonia, as if holding the scarlet aura of heaven and earth, its absorption range no longer limited to the swamp.

The silver-haired girl clasped her hands lightly, a grasping posture that also fixed the vast, diffuse energy. The winds and clouds from all eight directions condensed into a single point.

She focused, boldly absorbing the Scarlet Rot, continuously drawing it into the Flower of Aeonia.

For a time, the firmament quaked violently.

The oppressive air of Scarlet Rot that had shrouded it for years actually dispersed. Some Redmane soldiers couldn't help but shed tears.

"So this is how it was. I had almost forgotten the original color of the sky."

Above the Swamp of Aeonia—no, it should now be called the Aeonia region—an opening spread in the sky, scattering the light of the Erdtree and specks of stardust.

People stared blankly into the distance. If General Radahn had sealed the stars, then Frieren had allowed Caelid to see starlight fate anew. Destiny would eventually turn; one must always look forward. The Lands Between was changing.

Ranni, on Blaidd's shoulder, gazed for a long time. The twinkling stars revealed the fate of the Carian Royal Family.

Auspicious.

The sight gave one a greater sense of certainty.

Looking again at Frieren, immersed in magical research, the wind carrying the scarlet power brushed a strand of her silver hair. A normal person would have been terrified, yet she showed an interested smile.

Ranni had to admit, among all in the Lands Between now, the purest researcher of magic was undoubtedly her.

"There might be an earthquake next. Everyone, be careful."

Before her words faded, the earth began to lose its color at a visible speed, the crimson receding like a tide, gathering towards Frieren's position.

She was summoning Scarlet Rot.

Wherever the energy passed, it immediately triggered massive tremors, a continuous rumbling sound. Dust and sand flew, and rocks and stones rushed over like waves. However, everyone still faced it without flinching, witnessing it all being controlled by Frieren's Flower of Aeonia.

A truly insane act, to proactively absorb Scarlet Rot from an even wider area.

Those who had watched the entire process were now numb. Audacious was insufficient to describe it; this was the ultimate spirit of inquiry of a magical scholar from a magic nation, danger long since cast aside.

You've had enough.

Probably even the Goddess of Rot hadn't expected someone to interrupt her rot erosion in this way. The tables had turned.

"I will now retract the Flower of Aeonia. Its history of blooming in Caelid should end. Right? I wonder if you're still around."

The Scarlet Rot let out a hiss, a wisp of the Outer God's lingering obsession dispersing.

Frieren made a gesture of closing her hands. The giant red flower bud immediately shrank, flowing like silk between her ten fingers. There was no sense of threat, only the feeling of folding up a handkerchief.

She had succeeded.

In fact, the caster herself hadn't expected the Flower of Aeonia to be so absorbent; its capacity was exaggeratedly large.

Only after a moment's thought did Frieren understand:

Having been successively controlled by Malenia, the Goddess of Rot, and herself, plus the reason of being soaked in lake water for five thousand years, this particular flower was not comparable to the mere accessory brought about by any random Scarlet Rot on her head. Their performance was worlds apart.

Although she could repeatedly use Scarlet Rot's properties, why not use what was already formed? Now she had another trump card.

Not only that, but her body's resistance to it had greatly increased.

"Could it be that a part of the Unalloyed Gold Needle's healing power has fused with me..."

Frieren was pleasantly surprised by this new discovery. It meant that next time she faced the Goddess of Rot, she would be even more flexible. By the same token, her own purification effect against Scarlet Rot had also strengthened, representing a possibility:

Weaponization.

She carefully examined the flower, now shrunk to the size of her palm. This was once magic she hardly dared to use; now, her concerns were lessened, its practical combat value increased.

It couldn't be used recklessly in the Lands Between, but facing the demon tribe back in her own world was another matter.

It would be necessary to carefully record data then.

Watching the silver-haired girl play with the Flower of Aeonia with great interest, the crowd had mixed feelings. As expected of the foremost sorcerer, always interested in all sorts of strange and unusual things. One didn't need to guess to know she was figuring out new ways to use it; a superweapon was thus formed.

Next, Frieren carefully pinned it to her ponytail, identical to the headdress on the other side.

Originally, wearing only one looked slightly incongruous; now it was complete.

Apart from that majestic aura, it added a fatal, demonic charm. Those who knew of Scarlet Rot would tremble in fear. The rumors were true; she really wore it on her head.

Utterly impressed.

Who could understand magical research better than you? This life-risking drive was second to none in the world.

"So, is it over?" The calmest among them was none other than Millicent, so she asked straightforwardly, "If you successfully resisted Scarlet Rot, then I too can gain some experience, right?"

"You certainly can. But what I need to do is still a little short."

As soon as her words fell, Frieren bent down, holding Lusat's Staff, and plunged its end into the soil. In an instant, a surge of mana shot towards the heavens.

Boom!

The exaggerated, materialized energy resembled a pillar of smoke connecting heaven and earth, unstoppable, grand, and vast.

The silver-haired girl knelt on one knee, leaning on her staff, her head bowed low as if in meditation, her divine hands concentrating every sliver of mana, continuously supplying it to the ground.

It's not over yet?

By now, everyone couldn't think of anything worthy of the New Lord of Souls continuing to act, as the Lake of Rot was already history. Only the Southern Army immediately understood her intention; after all, Her Majesty did this in every region of Caelid she entered.

"Do you know what Her Majesty is doing?"

"Rest assured, it's very safe. And next, you will witness the most beautiful scenery—"

The fragrance of flowers was the first to permeate the air. Some soldiers initially found it unfamiliar, only then recalling the scent flowers should have from distant memories. That's right, could they all have returned?

The next moment, several flowers sprouted at Frieren's feet, swaying with the wind.

At first, they were fragile, few in number, as if a gust of wind could uproot them, but they grew strong with resolute determination.

They spread out in circles, rapidly laying a multicolored carpet around the silver-haired girl.

A ripple of flowers.

Along with the fragrance came a continuously spreading flower field. Though it advanced with great difficulty, bit by bit, it indeed replaced the originally devastated soil, bravely blooming with flowers.

"A bit difficult, this place has been eroded too severely," Frieren muttered. "Then let's add some strong medicine."

The fragment of the Elden Ring's main trunk emerged.

The Great Rune in mid-air emitted a majestic and surging aura. Its light bathed the silver-haired girl, and aided by this, the flower field magic noticeably accelerated.

The power symbolizing the world's rules was indeed formidable. It easily repaired the damage Scarlet Rot had done to the soil, and combined with the flower field magic, it rapidly spread a larger sea of flowers, covering more than half of the Swamp of Aeonia in an instant, petals flying everywhere for a time.

"They're real flowers!"

"These are what flowers are! We've lived to see them! Praise Her Majesty!"

In the eyes of onlookers, within a few breaths, their vision became a riot of color. The unique scarlet ugliness of Caelid was replaced, giving way to a vibrant display of life.

Frieren chugged down a mana potion to replenish her reserves.

Even such intense battles before hadn't been enough to make her use it; now, she had to go all out.

The reason for restoring the Swamp of Aeonia was the threat of the Goddess of Rot. If she used it to cause trouble, it would be problematic. As the hardest nut to crack, being the area with the densest Scarlet Rot energy, it was best to deal with it first for peace of mind.

Moreover, with it like this, future restoration would be easier, which was why Frieren was pushing her mana to the limit.

Flower field magic at full power.

The flower field that had just covered half the lake a moment ago now spread over mountains and plains in an instant. Mana from the Great Rune sculpted a sea of flowers. As far as the eye could see, it was a kaleidoscope of colors. The caster herself was enveloped by flower vines, only then slowly rising.

"I've reached my limit. If I had a second Great Rune, there would be a qualitative change."

"Hehe, if what Lady Melina said can be inferred..."

Frieren showed no air of having just accomplished a great feat; she was already pondering her next plan. At this time, the witnesses were just coming back to their senses. Was this the end?

They had thought a flower garden was already incredible, but it turned out to be a sea of flowers. The miracle she had created gave the Caelid region the most important thing:

Hope.

"Praise to the great Her Majesty!"

"We won! We defeated the Goddess of Rot and restored the Swamp of Aeonia!"

The Redmane Army was the most moved. They hadn't expected the salvation they had longed for for many years to be realized at the hands of a strange shardbearer. Their eyes burned with fervor, their hearts shaken. How could they repay her? Only loyalty could respond. However, with General Radahn still alive, rashly pledging allegiance would be too awkward.

No need to think so much; just enjoy this moment.

Besides the flying petals, the remains of some rot creatures also turned to ash. Those sustained by the scarlet aura ultimately returned to nothingness.

At this moment, thousands of soldiers saluted Frieren. Jerren promised, "We will fully support all of Her Majesty's actions in the Caelid region. Please give your orders freely."

"Give me detailed maps and all the magic books."

Formality was not her style. Rather, such a direct answer was reassuring.

"Understood."

"Also, one more thing. I think the names 'Swamp of Aeonia' and 'Lake of Rot' are outdated. They need to be changed."

Suddenly, Frieren had a flash of inspiration.

"We will listen to all your decisions. Indeed, a new name is needed to represent a new beginning."

"This area is low-lying; sooner or later, it will become a lake again. Let's call it the Flower Field Wetland and Lake Melina."

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