Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 110 Before the End of Cultivation—The Final Feast
A month can feel both long and short.

Whether this unexpected and wondrous journey was ultimately good or bad in the hearts of the individuals involved...
It inevitably came to an end, reaching its final conclusion.

After that day, after Agushid and Simmel's twilight conversation...

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days have passed.

Although the joy and excitement that filled him afterward fueled his motivation in training,
But the relentless, day-and-night sword practice had indeed exhausted his energy.

As a result, he hasn't had a single chance to be alone with Frillie these past few days.

However, it is precisely for this reason—

Simmel almost completely redefined his concept of time during these days.

He always had the feeling that he had just arrived on the back of the Heavenly Vein Dragon yesterday.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that this is because there have been no holidays or rest periods for a whole month.

So when Agushid told him that they would arrive in the "Land of Swords" the next day...
They terminated his "equal contract" and told him that he was free to move around on his last day.

Simmel felt a strange sense of déjà vu, as if she were in another world.

From morning to afternoon...

The sudden interruption of his self-discipline made him feel uncomfortable, as if ants were crawling all over his body.

Even though the prize pool in the [Equal Contract] has been completely emptied—

But suddenly the scourge of destruction was gone...

Instead, Simmel became somewhat confused and disoriented.

Until in the flower-filled courtyard—

Frillie gathered everyone together, and then personally took his hand.
As we led everyone toward the farewell dinner and the best spot to watch the shooting stars—

He finally broke free from his daze.

With a smile, I watched Frillie's retreating figure, closely following the white-haired elf's steps as she walked into the distance.

-

As night slowly descended above the clouds, the majestic Heavenly Dragon, as imposing as a mountain range, continued its slow, uninterrupted journey.

In an inconspicuous edge mountain range to the south of its spine—

Hidden deep within the side peak, the white-haired elf and the blue-haired hero were the first to reach the summit.

"Here we are!"

Frillie stood with her hands on her hips, under a gaze that was both slightly proud and helplessly directed at Simmel.

She waved and called out to the people who were still rushing towards her.

The childlike joy in his voice carried the excitement and exhilaration of someone exploring a maze on a journey.

"Hita! Aize!—"

"Don't get lost! It's over here, over here!"

"And there's Agushid and the mustachioed uncle—"

"hurry up!"

The white-haired elf, full of a desire to share, hopped and skipped with Simmel's help.

The few people below, who were still leisurely strolling, couldn't help but exchange a smile.

boom--

After Frillian's call, the two figures formed an arc in the sky.
Then it slammed down heavily towards Simmel and Frillien—

Aize, holding the Haita aloft, slowly emerged from the smoke and dust billowing from the crater.

Completely ignoring the ashen-faced expression of the monks who were practically vomiting.

"It seems like Haita is disgusted by Aize again..."

He reached out and touched Haita, whose face had gradually turned deathly pale, almost like that of an undead.

The white-haired elf, as always, complained.

"This is his own problem. He said that he could be immune to the dizziness caused by falling from a height by relying on his newly learned [Barrier Magic]."

Aize, who had rarely defended himself, put Haita on the ground.

"Lung fog at Haita".

"Foolish monk."

After learning the whole story, Simmel and Frilian each gave their own assessments.

Step, step...

The sound of footsteps walking side by side came from behind, and as the four of them turned their heads, the figures of Agushid and Nan Yong slowly appeared in their sight.

"Is this the best place to watch meteors?"

Nan Yong, carrying large and small bags of ingredients and tools in both hands, was somewhat surprised by the scene that came into view.

—On the flat hilltop with a wide view,
Wildflowers swayed in the night, and the solitary but leafy apple tree moved with the wind.

This extremely open space, perfect for a picnic, elicited a rare exclamation of surprise from Nan Yong:
"I never imagined there was such a place on the back of the Celestial Vein Dragon..."

"How come I didn't notice it back then?"

In stark contrast to him was Agusid, who arrived with him.

The most powerful demons seemed to have known about this small base that belonged exclusively to the white-haired elves for a long time.

So today, having taken off his black robe and wearing only a shirt, he didn't say much.

After taking the ingredients from Nan Yong,

The only one present who knew how to cook, Agushid, watched as the group of people ran wildly and acted like madmen on the mountaintop while he prepared the ingredients.

"Hmm~"

"How about it? Isn't the place I chose great?"

"This is what I found during the thirty years I spent diligently cultivating on the Heavenly Vein Dragon—"

"Wait until the shooting star comes, then you'll see how beautiful this place is!"

"Even Volamere and the first court mages who established the [Holy Staff Court] raved about the scenery here—"

Seeing that the white-haired elf had once again become smug,

Unable to bear watching, Agushid grabbed her by the back of her collar.

I pulled her down and handed her the task of setting up the barbecue grill.

Emmmm......

Clearly, besides being quite adept at eating, the white-haired elf...
Even something as simple as a grill, she knew absolutely nothing about.

"Well……"

"Simmel, Haita, Aize, do you know how to assemble this?"

"Help me, please!!"

"This kind of thing can be accomplished just by showing off." (Brainless Warrior)

"Well... I don't know..." (The drunkard monk)

Finally, glancing sideways, he took in the smirking Haita and Aize.

The blue-haired hero sighed under the expectant gaze of Frilian.

"give it to me."

“When I was a child in a monastery, a passing merchant taught me how to handle things.”

And so, on the hilltop under the night sky, this scene appeared—

The blue-haired hero and the white-haired elf stood hand in hand, working together on a simple grill.

As Agushid washed the ingredients, he couldn't help but press his temples as he watched the two of them being so affectionate.

As for the other three...

He glanced at the drunken monks who were drinking with him on the side.
The foolish disciple who was arm wrestling with Aize using only one finger...

Agushid shook his head and fell silent.

“Look, Agusid…”

The familiar and ethereal whispers lingered in the ears of the most powerful demon.

His wife's mischievous hands, which had peeked out from behind him and wrapped around his waist, seemed to still linger there.

"You actually really like a warm and cozy atmosphere, but you've just been too shy to say it, haven't you..."

Vlameno's mocking grin was right before my eyes.

But Agusid remained silent.

He simply observed everything in silence at that moment—

Under the night sky, a person quietly caresses the silver ring on their ring finger.

No one knows whether he was merely observing from the sidelines in a daze.
Once again, I find myself lost in memories.

(End of this chapter)