Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 114 The End of Cultivation - Let's all read it together in the next decade!
"That half-dead look on his face..."

"Let me guess—"

"Agushid, you were probably thinking about Vlamed again just now..."

While listening quietly with Simmel and the others as Aize recounted the past—

Sitting by the campfire under the big tree, Frillie, nestled on her father's lap, quietly turned her head and asked.

Hit the nail on the head.
Exactly.

Despite this, Agushid remained silent in response to her words.

From beginning to end, it offers absolutely no appropriate emotional value.

But this attitude did not stop Frillie's incessant chatter.

The white-haired elf, clutching a skewer of grilled meat tightly in its hand, turned and stared at Agusid.

Her cute little face wore an expression that said, "You can't hide it from me."

"Hmm~"

"Absolutely!"

"Agushid, don't underestimate my observation skills!"

Annoying as always...

I'm already starting to regret making a point of stopping in the 'Count of Granat' to see her—

This is the true thought of the most powerful demon race at this moment.

then……

[A spell that can block out sound] was activated by Agusid with his eyes lowered.

He had been listening quietly to the story, but now, leaning against the big tree behind him, he lowered his head.

Then, he extended his index finger and gently tapped the white-haired elf's head.

After hearing Frillie let out a soft cry of feigned pain, as expected,
Agushid reached out and pinched her small face, pulling and kneading her cheeks.

"Speak up."

That was all the old father could say.

Before long, he raised his head amidst utterly disdainful stares—

Continue listening to Aize recount his bizarre experiences after escaping his homeland, which had been destroyed by demons.

Encountering the Red Mirror Dragon, falling into the dungeon, and unwittingly solving the maze...

They unexpectedly defeated the skeletal griffin slumbering deep within the labyrinth, obtaining valuable magical artifacts and a treasure chest.

Then, using the gold coins he obtained from the labyrinth, he traveled throughout the central kingdoms...

"How heartless..."

"I'm about to leave, and this is how you treat me..."

"Before this, it had been almost four hundred years since we last met—"

Frillie held up a skewer of grilled meat in front of Agushid to protest her father's rude attitude.

then……

Annoyed beyond measure, Agushid delivered the cruelest punishment to her with a calm glance.

Without hesitation, he placed the skewers of vegetables right next to Frillie's mouth.

……

Frillie doesn't like to eat vegetables.

I especially hate onions—

The skewers in front of her met all these conditions.

"I don't want to eat..."

Agushid listened to Frilian's clearly dejected mutterings.
He remained steadfast as he gazed at the white-haired elf's face, which was beginning to wrinkle.

"eat."

Agushid's gesture of handing the skewers forward silently conveyed his meaning.

So Frillie had no choice but to do as she was told.

"Woooooooo..."

"I don't want to eat onions." (chewing)

"I hate Agusid the most—" (chewing)

She always said that, but she never really hated Agusid.

After struggling to finish the skewers, Frillie still held her head high without being discouraged.

To let her elderly father give her white-haired sprite one last grooming, she finally pulled out her trump card—

That was the result she had deduced after observing the route for so many days and asking the Heavenly Pulse Dragon about the destination.

"Agusid..."

"You're on this trip specifically to see someone, right?"

interesting--

Frillie's words did indeed catch Agusid's attention.
He never expected his daughter to be so clever.

"Tell me, how did you discover that?"

Under Frilian's expectant gaze, Agusid finally ended his verbal and emotional abuse of her.

"Hmm~"

Upon hearing Agusid ask for the reason, Frilian's face immediately showed a "praise me" expression.

She gestured with her chin toward the direction of the Heavenly Pulse Dragon, proudly laying out her entire logic.

"Because I found out your destination from the Celestial Dragon..."

"—The 'Falbe' region."

"I remember it very clearly, a year ago in Simmel when we had just set off..."
The Adventurers' Guild's *Continental Times* published a news item:

"The Great Demon Lord Baal, the Tearless Tyrant, was defeated by an unnamed mage in the 'Falbe' region."

"Correspondingly, a local mountain was melted by the [Hellfire Release Magic]."

"And as far as I know, apart from you,
Of the mages still alive in this era, only three can do this—

"I."

"Minus".

"Celiai."

"The 'Falbe' region is where the story of 'The Imperial Capital Love Story' first spread, and where your image was distorted into 'Agusia'—"

"So you couldn't have gone there for no reason. Your purpose must be to find Minus or Celia."

The entire process was wrong, but the deduction was correct...

Should I continue to attack her at this point?

Looking down at Frilian, who proudly raised her chin, Agusid, for once, went against his own will.

"Ah."

"That's right, you guessed correctly."

Having received her father's approval, the famous detective Frillie crossed her arms and couldn't help but smile.

At that moment, Agushid took the initiative to ask her a question.

"Since you guessed right just now..."

"Then guess again, who am I going to see?"

-

"Celiai."

Almost without hesitation, Frillie gave her answer.

That was undoubtedly the correct answer. Looking at Agusid's astonished gaze, she felt her intelligence had been insulted.

"Agushid, don't treat me like an idiot..."

The white-haired elf turned its head away and whispered.

"You're probably still looking for that 'resurrection magic' that's highly unlikely to exist, right?"

Although he usually looks rather dazed.

But among those still alive today—

Aside from the Demon King, no one understands Agusid better than Frilian.

"You guessed right again..."

"Is there any reward you want?"

After a brief moment of surprise, all that remained in Agushid's eyes was calm.

He gently stroked the white-haired elf's head and, as always, gave it the prize after the question-and-answer session.

Frillie knew,
This was simply because Agusid didn't want to say anything more about the "magic of resurrection."

That's why I used rewards to change the subject.

But at this moment, she suddenly became unusually sensible.

Because they knew it concerned Vlamé.
So the white-haired elf was very obedient and didn't continue to cause trouble on this matter as it had before.

Following Agusid's wishes, Frilian began to ponder what reward she should ask for.

Offensive magic... not lacking...

Functional magic... isn't too lacking either...

"Um……"

He stroked his chin and turned to look at Simmel, who had already stood up after the Azerite event.

After a brief moment of thought—

Frilian looked up and told Agusid what reward she wanted.

-

That is, at the very last moment after she finished speaking.

Everyone present, except for Agushid, was stunned.

Including Frilian herself.

It wasn't because Agusid's magic failed that Simmel and the others heard Frillie's words.

They were stunned...

It was the night sky that was slowly brightening—

A shooting star has arrived early tonight.

So everyone on the empty mountaintop looked up.

Frillie, who was asking her elderly father for magic that could grant one of Simmel's wishes,

Completely unaware of the conversation between Agusid and Frilian, Simmel, who was about to take over the story from Azer,

The dwarf Azer, who had just sat down and picked up a skewer of red mirror dragon meat,

The drunkard Haita, whose glass never stopped moving from beginning to end...

In this warm atmosphere, the Southern Hero maintained a smile throughout.

And Agushid, whose thoughts of his deceased wife were once again stirred by his daughter's answer—

Everyone witnessed the shooting star streaking across the sky from one end to the other.

Shining, bright, and full of hope.

Exploration, progress, and a promising future await.

A variety of feelings and emotions arose in everyone's hearts along with the shooting star.

Until the tail flame disappears...

Until the last meteor disappeared into the dark sky.

"I can see it very clearly..."

"It really looks beautiful from here..."

Simmel exclaimed in genuine admiration at the fleeting brilliance that had just occurred.

The others naturally echoed this sentiment.

Lift the skewers, raise the glass, and laugh heartily—

Scanning through my friends' reactions one by one,

Simmel finally fixed her gaze on Frilian.

She didn't do anything particularly active.

He simply stood beside Agusid with his eyes closed, as if reliving everything that had just happened.

"You all think it's beautiful, right?"

Frilian slowly opened her eyes and asked the people present in a soft voice.

The answers received were naturally all default.

"So--"

Knowing that everyone was about to part ways, the white-haired elf raised her finger and smiled as she made her suggestion.

"Since everyone likes shooting stars..."

"Let's wait until we've finished watching 'Half-Century Meteor' soon before we leave!"

Shortly after……

Upon hearing this word, Agushid seemed to recall some unpleasant memories.

He frowned slightly and tapped Frillie's head with a soft sigh.

"Ten years until the next 'Half-Century Meteor'..."

"Are you planning to let them live with me for ten years?"

He glanced at the crowd, whose faces all wore expressions of helplessness.
Agusid refuted Frilian's unrealistic ideas.

Well……

ten years……

It seems quite unlikely that Simmel would stay here for so long...

Upon receiving the exact number, Frillie first lowered her head.
Then, having come up with a solution, she raised her finger again.

"Then let's meet again on the Heavenly Vein Dragon in the next decade!"

"I'll just stop by Agushid while I'm on my way."

With Agusid shaking his head and the gentle smile of the Southern Hero...

Frilian ran to Simmel, Haita, and Aize.

She pulled all their hands together, placing them behind their backs.

Facing Agushid and the Hero of the South...

Standing confidently in the center of the hero's party, Freya proposed:
"A shooting star of half a century—"

Let's all look forward to the next decade together!

-

Fifty-nine years before the Xin Dynasty, the first year of the Brave Squad's journey.

The thirty-seventh day of Agusid's search for Seria—

The Celestial Dragon has arrived in the airspace of the "Land of Swords".

(End of this chapter)