Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 113 Before the End of Cultivation—The Awkward Agushid
"Really..."

"How come Frilian remembers such a trivial matter so clearly, even though I had almost forgotten about it?"

Having already risen from his seat, the most powerful demon, sitting alone by the cliff, sighed softly.

The sight of the white-haired elf behind him, excitedly and smugly recounting his exploits, made Agusid feel a sense of unease about the past.

So today, dressed in his everyday clothes, he shook his head and then ignored it.

Slowly raised his head,
Gently inhaling the fresh breeze from the mountaintop, tinged with the aroma of barbecue...

Agushid, his long hair flowing, gazed at the starry sky on the damp grass.
He remained silent, gazing at the fleeting, hazy figure that occasionally flashed before his eyes.

The faint starlight in the dim night sky reflected the glow of the campfire.

The mountain breeze at night made the grass and apple trees sway incessantly.

In the wait before the meteor arrives—

Simmel and Nan Yong and the others sat around Frillie in various postures.

Watching the white-haired elf wielding a branch as a magic sword...

The three brave individuals, who had come to regard all of this as amusement and a theatrical performance, occasionally let out cheers and applause.

Especially when Frilian put the branch around Simmel's neck,

And with her cute little face tense, she forced a calm and serious expression as she muttered—

“I said…”

"This is the bottom line; crossing it means destruction."

—When delivering the lines,
Simmel, Haita, and Aize reacted extremely strongly.

However, whether this intense reaction stemmed from awe of Agushid's deeds remains to be seen.
Or perhaps it's a compliment to the white-haired elf's acting skills—

That would make it a bit difficult to judge.

As for the Hero of the South...

As a middle-aged man, he naturally couldn't act like the children around him.

He simply watched all of this quietly.
In this warm and relaxed atmosphere, I listened to stories I had never heard from Agushid before.

"What a very interesting story..."

"If it were me fifteen years ago, I would probably reminisce about it for a long time..."

This is his assessment.

but--

Even amidst the overwhelming praise, Frillie did not forget her original intention of rotating replacements.

So after agreeing that Aize would be the next storyteller...
The white-haired elf, beaming with joy at being praised, began wrapping up her own tasks.

But as the protagonist of her story—

Alghuhid, sitting alone by the cliff, maintained a cold expression throughout.

If Vlamé were still alive
She could tell at a glance that her husband was in distress.

Yes--

Although I wasn't interested in the stories Frillie told me about the past,
However, even the most powerful demons inevitably fell into distress.

Because of Vlamé—

We are only one day away from arriving in the "Land of Swords".

The journey to find Celia is getting closer and closer.

Agusid judged

At most a little over a week,

He was able to reach the place the Southern Hero had mentioned, the place where he could briefly see Vlame again.

What he is currently troubled by is...
I just don't know how to tell Volamede about the changes in me after her death.
And their actions during the early stages of the Thousand-Year War between Humans and Demons.

That's right...

Although, as Frillie said—

He provided tremendous assistance to the unified empire at that time.

Without him, the unified empire would have split and collapsed at least two to three hundred years earlier.

Countless lives were saved because of him.

Vlame's disciples were also able to fulfill their long-cherished wish to die protecting the empire because of him...

but--

All of this was not actually done by Agusid specifically to save lives.

At least that's how he feels right now.

"If it weren't for not wanting to see the landscapes left behind by Vlamé destroyed..."

"If it weren't for the fact that many of the Demon King's army's attacks were directed at places that held memories for me and Vlame—" "then I would most likely not have done something as foolish as helping the entire empire back then."

Agushid murmured softly as he slowly closed his eyes.

In fact, from his current perspective,
If the Demon King's army's attack had been delayed by one to two hundred years...
As the scenery in those places gradually fades and things change,

When I went back, I couldn't find the place where I had sat with Vlamé.

Therefore, someone who is solely focused on reviving Vlame will not interfere in the war between humans and demons.

Just like now...

right now,

As long as the tragedy and slaughter don't happen directly before Agushid's eyes—

Then he wouldn't deliberately try to stop it.

Unless it concerns something left behind by a few individuals and Vlamé...

Otherwise, Agushid wouldn't have done anything unnecessary.

He has changed so much compared to a thousand years ago.

Even Agushid himself felt that he had become more indifferent.

So……

How will she react to her own changes after meeting Vlamé?
……

As he unbuttoned the second button on his chest, Agushid became visibly agitated.

Once it concerns Vlamé—

The most powerful demons will lose their usual calm and composure.

Agushid rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought amidst the noise behind him.

If we meet again...

What would Vlamé's reaction be if he saw me looking so ugly now?
Faced with the changes in me caused by her, will she be happy or disappointed?
Will she regret the things she did to win me back?

the most important is--

What would her attitude be towards my desire to bring her back to life and bring her back to my side?

All the changes I've made over the years in order to see her again...

Will she hate me?

……

This is what troubled Agushid.

Of course, this is the only thing he cares about—

From beginning to end, the most powerful demon only ever thought about Volame.

"Volamei..."

"Will you hate me as I am now?"

Under the gradually brightening night sky—

Lost in unspeakable torment, Agushid muttered to himself in a daze.

-

As the evening breeze blew by, it seemed as if someone sat down beside him on the empty grass beside him.

A gentle, delicate hand landed skillfully on the back of Agushid's hand.

His wife's helpless yet loving chuckle rang once again in the ears of the most powerful demon.

"Agushid, didn't I tell you..."

"A husband who only thinks about apologizing will be disliked by his wife."

As always, I turned my head in response to the sound—

Apart from the empty grassland, there was still no one in front of Agushid.

"It's happening more and more frequently..."

"Ah……"

"If Vlame saw me in this miserable state, he would definitely laugh at me..."

His eyelids felt unusually heavy, but the call from behind him interrupted Agushid's sleepiness.

"Agushid, we're out of kebabs—"

"I want more! Make it for me now!"

Under the old father's helpless gaze, the white-haired sprite by the campfire once again acted unreasonably.

(End of this chapter)