Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 108 Evening Chat – Simmel, Do You Like Frilian?

Fifty-nine years before the Xin Dynasty, the first year of the brave warriors' journey.

On the fifteenth day of training on the spine of the Heavenly Pulse Dragon

The hero Simmel defeated the remains of the strongest dragon in the North – the Royal Prison Dragon.

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He watched as the raging dragon he had unleashed himself slowly plummeted from the horizon...

Agusid was not particularly surprised by the result.

—Simmel himself was an absolute genius.

In addition to the efforts mandated by the [Equal Contract] and the sword skills bestowed upon them over the past few days,

It would be strange if he lost.

However, it must be admitted that...

Smyr's final use of the "Escald Style" technique did indeed surprise Agushid somewhat.

It has nothing to do with power, it's just a matter of technique.

At least from Agushid's personal perspective,
That attack just now already showed some of the flair of the fourteenth head of the Escalde family when he injured Rivale.

Recalling the last "Sword Saint" of the Escalde family who entrusted him with all his life's experience—

Agushid compared his physique to that of Simmel.

Ok……

"Although this experience wasn't passed on to the descendants of the Escalde family—"

"But at least there is a respectable successor."

"Moreover, the inheritor's wish is still to defeat the Demon King..."

"In the end, this does align with the request that the child gave me before he died."

As he muttered to himself, a hint of satisfaction appeared on Agusid's face for the first time regarding Simmel's performance.

But that's all.

Because ultimately, in Agushid's eyes,

Simmel's power is still weak.

Even the weakest of them could only manage a 50/50 victory against the great demons.

And needless to say, even before training, Simmel was...

Agushid even seriously doubted that without his own special training,
Whether the current hero team can handle a normal level of [Seven Collapse Sages] is another matter entirely.

"But...seventeen years old..."

"If you can do this well, you can barely be considered qualified."

She murmured the age of the blue-haired hero that she had learned from Frilian.

The most powerful demon's eyes were slightly lower.

He stared at the figure collapsed on the ground in the distance.
They were silently contemplating the future of their journey.

"never mind……"

"Anyway, the decision to defeat the Demon King was their own from beginning to end."
What kind of future they ultimately lead is their business—

Agusid glanced at Frilian from afar.

Then he withdrew his gaze and turned his attention back to Simmel.

"I have already given myself the strength to protect myself."

"So even if they die because of their own choices during the subsequent battle against the Demon King,"

Even though their deaths would certainly sadden Frilian—

"But after that, it was all irrelevant to me."

Yes……

From the beginning, Agushid's purpose in training the group was to ensure that Simmel and his companions had sufficient means to protect themselves.

Instead of expecting those few little brats to use their power to protect Frillie.

Because Argus had enough backup plans stored with Frilian.

Even if you encounter the Demon King,
That thing can also ensure that Agusid can arrive in time to rescue Frillie.

Therefore, their request to provide training for the individuals was approved.

It was simply because Agusid didn't want to see Frilian cry in the future because of the deaths of several people.

There was absolutely no reason for me to deliberately suppress or vent my anger (because I felt guilty).

"leak……"

Agushid whispered the word, which sounded like a boomerang.

He shook his head slightly with a self-deprecating smile.

"Speaking of which, Frilian and the others have been here for over half a month now..."

"It's about time I went to talk to someone about some serious business—"

The most powerful demon gently brushed the dust off his shoulders and then slowly stood up.

After retracting the [Slashing Magic] that was poised to be unleashed from his fingertips,

Agushid walked slowly toward the direction where Simmel had fallen.

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"Won……"

Although she hadn't exhausted all her strength, Simmel still collapsed to the ground without any regard for her image.

They took in the sight of the giant dragon falling from the sky.

The blue-haired hero chuckled softly, a sense of relief washing over him. He took a deep breath, then let out a long sigh.

Feeling confident that he had passed the test, he should now celebrate happily.

But the undisguised footsteps that slowly approached him made him abandon that idea.

To avoid making any more mistakes, Simmel simply lay there quietly.

Waiting for Agushid to appear.

As evening approached, the sun cast a dim, gloomy glow in the twilight.

In such circumstances, the dark reflection becomes exceptionally clear. Therefore, even from an upward-looking perspective,

Simmel could also sense Agushid's approach through his reflection.

"Well, Mr. Agushid..."

"Does this mean I've passed your test and met your expectations?"

As Agushid's figure slowly came into view...
Simmel, lying on the ground, did not get up.

Under Agushid's condescending gaze, he preemptively asked a question.

Rather than seeking credit, it's more like seeking some kind of affirmation.

If we're simply talking about defeating the remains of the "Royal Prison Dragon,"

So Simmel did indeed pass Agushid's test, meeting his expectations.

But there was another matter that the blue-haired hero didn't speak about, but which was implied in his words...

All I can say is that he still has a long way to go.

However, the most powerful demon did not say it directly—

Agushid simply stood slowly beside Simmel.
Then he looked down at his gaze, which was involuntarily shifting to the side.

What kind of answer would you like from me?

"..."

When the crucial moment arrived, Simmel fell silent.

Because he was unsure whether what Agushid said was the same thing he was talking about.

So he tried his best to turn his gaze back and then looked directly into Agusid's eyes.

Agushid's expression was always so calm—

At least in Simmel's opinion, he rarely saw Agushid show any other expression.

But Simmel remained silent before him.

Agushid's tone remained as calm and nonchalant as ever.

Simmel almost overlooked the rhetorical question that slowly escaped his lips.

"—Do you think my test is severe?"

test……

Is it severe...?

To Simmel's surprise, Agushid did not get straight to the point.
Instead, at this crucial moment, they kept him in suspense.

It's like there's some anticipation for what kind of answer this young child will give.

"severe."

After much deliberation, Simmel finally gave a truthful answer.

The lessons of an equal contract are still fresh in our minds...

He felt that perhaps being more honest would resonate with Agushid.

However, one cannot discern a sense of belonging from Agushid's face.

Under Simmel's gaze—

Agushid's expression remained unchanged, and he did not pause for a moment in response to his answer.

"Then, Simmel..."

Do you know why I'm being so strict with you?

This can't even be called an explicit hint; it's a direct, overt bluff.

If Simmel chose to play dumb at this point, he would feel that his brain must be full of mush.

Therefore, his answer was obvious.

"I know."

Short and powerful.

Even his gaze towards Agushid became more resolute.

Agushid chuckled softly.

Contrary to Simmel's expectations, he remained unmoved.

He simply squatted down slowly.
Looking into Simmel's eyes, he casually asked the question.

"Simmel, do you love her?"

I love her...

like?!

This...this...isn't this a bit too direct?!

Was Mr. Agusid's question really that provocative?

The future father-in-law's direct and pointed question left Simmel momentarily speechless.

He could only turn his flushed face away—

I struggled to think of a polite yet unembarrassing answer.

As for Agushid, who witnessed this scene...

He also realized that he might have used some inappropriate words.

"That's true... the word 'love' is too early for both of you..."

Agusid gave a very casual chuckle.

After chuckling softly, he lowered his head slightly.

The gaze of Simmel, lying on the ground, carried an unprecedented sense of oppression and suffocation—

After revising the wording, ask the question again slowly:

"Xin Meier..."

Do you like that child?

"Or rather, do you harbor any feelings of affection for Frillie?"

(End of this chapter)