Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 121 Foreshadowing: The Heroic Squad's Choices and Separation (Part 2)

"Although what the teacher just said was very harsh—"

"But that is indeed the case..."

"I really can't spare the time right now regarding Guval's matter."

I was annoyed by the teacher's overly nonchalant answer, and the cold indifference he displayed afterward, lowering his eyes and remaining silent.
The Southern Hero, who was gently rubbing his brow, responded to Simmel and the others in a relatively tactful tone.

Mr. Agushid is one thing...

Is there really anything in the world that can keep the strongest human hero of the South from getting away?

Not long ago, Simmel's eyelids twitched as she experienced the exaggerated power of the Southern Hero.

His intuition has always been very accurate...

The words spoken unintentionally by the Hero of the South gave Simmel an extremely ominous premonition.

But seeing that the Southern Hero clearly didn't want to discuss this further, he refrained from asking the inappropriate question.

He merely nodded slightly to indicate that he understood.

"Neither Agusid nor the mustachioed uncle can go..."

"Um……"

"I have a feeling our trip to the southern countries will be very dangerous..."

Frillie muttered to herself, feigning melancholy, her gaze occasionally drifting towards Agusid by the fireplace.

It was obvious that she wanted to get some magical tools and information from her father that could save her life in a critical moment.

For example, the one-time use of "Spatial Slash", or the flaws of Guval's "Killing Magic".

But Agushid acted as if he hadn't seen anything and quietly drank his tea.

This is not the attitude one should have before parting with their lovely daughter.

not right...

Detective Magical Dennis discovered the blind spot.

Agushid didn't intentionally ignore her; he simply didn't see her.

Ok……

Agushid seemed to be deep in thought...

Ignoring the fact that the three people beside him, including Simmel, had already begun discussing with the Southern Hero the journey to the southern kingdoms and the potential crises they might face,

The white-haired elf puffed out his cheeks and rested one hand on his face.

He began to speculate on Agushid's thoughts, just as Vlamed had done before.

Was Agushid thinking of Vlamed?
...unlike...

When he thinks of Vlamé, he unconsciously rubs the ring on his hand...

And now, he is...

Staring blankly at your palm?

Palm of the hand

Frillie felt like she had grasped something crucial.

Speaking of which...

After returning from the statue of Vlamé, which is also known as the Sword of the Hero—

Agusid seemed to be glancing at his palm every now and then...

That gaze—

It was as if he had looked at Volamere, who had been scratched by a magical experiment, a thousand years ago.

Agusid...is he injured?

In the remote and impoverished land of the "Land of Swords"?
Even the Bloodstained War God couldn't leave a scratch on Agushid at point-blank range...

Simmel, the Hero of the South, Agushid—

Did those three do something with [Sword of the Brave] that they didn't tell us?
No way……

Didn't Agushid go there to see Vlame's statue?

Simmel and the Hero of the South were merely testing the [Hero's Sword]...

etc--

Speaking of trying to draw the [Hero's Sword],
Simmel hasn't told us the results of the selection trial yet...

Thinking of this, Frilian's gaze slowly settled on the 'sword' at Simmel's waist—

The white-haired elf felt that the 'sword' was brighter than usual, whether it was her imagination or not...

(P.S.: Actually, he was just sent flying into the snow by Nan Yong's sword and took a bath.)
Simmel's previous sword was a replica of the [Hero's Sword]—

This one seems better than the previous "counterfeit"...

A look of astonishment appeared on the white-haired elf's face.

As if she understood everything, she stared intently at the person standing between Haita and Aize.
The blue-haired hero is having a lively conversation with the Hero of the South.

No way……

Could it be that the mustachioed uncle had an expression on his face the entire time that suggested he wasn't worried about our trip?

The reason why Agusid seems to have injured his palm is—

Simmel has drawn the legendary "Sword of the Warrior"?!

Well?
The incredibly clever Frillie suddenly realized.

Once you put it on, everything becomes clear—

The only thing that can hurt Agusid is the [Hero's Sword]...

so……

Simmel must have pulled out the legendary "Sword of the Warrior"!!

If that's the case, then there's really no need to worry about a mere Guval. (Smirk)

After all, arrogance requires skill.

And Simmel, who drew the [Sword of the Hero], just happened to have it!

With such anticipation, Frilian suddenly lunged and flew to the center of Simmel, Haita, Aize, and the Southern Hero.

"Xin Meier..."

The white-haired darling who abruptly interrupted the conversation—

None of them expressed any dissatisfaction, especially when they heard her call Simmel by her first name.

As always, Haita and Aize started gossiping.

But then, upon hearing Frillie's next words in high spirits...

The monk, who was in a daze, stared directly at Simmel beside him.

"—Did you draw the [Hero's Sword]?"

The white-haired elf's almost affirmative words left the group stunned.

Having truly achieved this, Agushid looked up from his thoughts.
The Southern Hero, curious about whether Simmel would unfold as he had envisioned, remained silent.
Simele, her heart broken, gave a helpless, bitter smile.

Although I don't know why Frillie would have such a misunderstanding.
But he still intended to tell the white-haired elf the truth.

But he hadn't even spoken yet...

The door to the village chief's hut was smashed open by the fallen forty-seventh village chief.

The young girl who had just gone out to fetch Agushid's treasured tea was utterly astonished.

Seeing this scene...

Feeling certain she was about to experience social death, Simmel slowly rubbed her forehead.
moan and groan.

-

"So there isn't one?"

"And even the Southern Hero, who is the strongest human in history, couldn't do that?"

"The two strongest heroes of this era are actually not the real 'Heroes'..."

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure—"

"Like the previous village chief, I just thought I would live to see the end of the war..."

After Simmel cleared up the misunderstanding

Compared to Frillie, whose face turned bright red after guessing wrong,

The 47th village chief's reaction appeared more disappointed and somber.

Witnessing the emergence of a true hero has been the long-cherished wish of the village chiefs of the "Sword Village" for thousands of years.

pity--

Even in her generation, this long-cherished wish could not be fulfilled.

Even the heroes Simmel and the Southern Hero were not true heroes...

So how long will we have to wait for the "Hometown of Swords"?

The village chief's disappointment was obvious, but no one's eyes were on him.

Frilian, Haita, and Aize were all watching Simmel, who calmly stated that he had failed to draw the Sword of the Hero.

But they overheard every word the little girl said in her disappointment.

None of them are real heroes...

After hearing this hurtful, unintentional remark,
Haita, who had said something similar before, looked at Simmel with some concern.

A slip of the tongue from his childhood still haunts him to this day.

As a close friend, he should never have said such a thing...

In fact, regardless of whether Simmel can pull out the Sword of the Warrior—in Haita's heart, he is a true Warrior.

However, it is clear that Haita's worries were unnecessary.

Simmel paid no heed to those hurtful words.

He merely stroked the fake [Hero's Sword] at his waist—

Calm and composed.

Just like how Agushid maintained himself during the month of grueling training he underwent on the Celestial Dragon.

Just like the Southern Hero who hadn't wavered for a moment in Aize's eyes at this very moment,
—Simmel felt no disappointment at the fact that she was a fake "hero".

Even under the watchful eyes of the village chief, Frilian, Haita, and Aize,
He could also easily chuckle.

"It's okay if it's a fake 'Hero'..."

Under the approving and gratified gaze of the Southern Warrior, Simmel slowly spoke.

"As long as we can ultimately defeat the Demon King and end the thousand-year war between humans and demons—"

"In that case, it doesn't matter whether it's true or false..."

"I think you think the same way I do, right?"

Agushid's hand, which was holding a teacup, froze in mid-air.

"Slaying the Demon King"

End the Thousand-Year War Between Humans and Demons —

He unusually refrained from criticizing such foolish remarks.

My gaze shifted to what was placed in front of the foolish disciple:

—Simmel, who famously declared, "Let's begin our quest to defeat the Demon King by defeating Guval..."

Agushid chuckled softly.

It wasn't mockery, it was more like nostalgia—

Let's start our campaign against the Demon King by defeating XXX...

In the past, all of Vlamed's foolish disciples had said such stupid things.

Simmel is now like a group of fools relentlessly pursuing death...

……

What a pity—

If it weren't for the fact that they were parting ways here, Agusid would have loved to witness more stories of the blue-haired hero.

But there is no way.

Regarding meeting Vlamé—

Aside from the Demon King who would truly perish together with him if he got close to "Heaven,"
Nothing and no one could stop Agushid.

and so……

Let's stop here.

This journey has been long enough, hasn't it?

Another helpless chuckle escaped Agushid's lips as he looked at the empty teacup and his fingers twitched slightly.

Well……

The group, noticing that Agushid was laughing for some reason, turned around at the same time.
As he slowly rose, Agushid placed the teacup on the wooden table.

"Have you decided to go to the southern kingdoms to attack Guvar?"

Without a word, they led the Southern Hero away...

Agusid slowly approached, using the [magic to confuse short-term memories] to distract the only outsider.

That is, after the little girl village chief's gaze slowly became vacant—

He chose to have a few words with Frilian and Simmel at the end.

"Ah."

Frilian and Simmel exchanged glances and nodded in response.

"Your chances of beating Guval are slim—"

"Even a fake 'hero' wouldn't back down in the face of battle..."

Simmel's self-deprecating joke did not receive approval from Agushid.

He simply lowered his eyes and gave one last glance at Frilian and Simmel.

"If we are truly no match for Guval..."

"Then tell him my name—"

"It can save lives at critical moments."

Save your life...

Such words—

It felt somewhat like a parting gift...

and many more……

Before leaving?

As Agusid stroked Frilian's white fur, as if bidding a final farewell to his daughter,
Simmel was momentarily speechless.

And it wasn't just him; everyone present noticed this.

Only the Southern Hero was unaffected.

Rather, in his view...

It was fortunate that Agushid didn't turn around and leave after the others got off.

"It's almost time, I should get back to my business."

After this one vague explanation—

After tapping his silly daughter on the head, Agusid turned his gaze to the Southern Hero, who had also stood up.

There was no sentimental farewell.

There were no overly awkward attempts to persuade them to stay or any melodramatic scenes.

Even the emotionally unintelligent Frillie knew that she shouldn't cry and make a scene at this time.

Agushid turned around, glancing back at the last moment before taking a step.

He waved symbolically in a calm manner—

"gone."

-

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

The Thirty-Eighth Day of the Search for Celia —

In the "Land of Swords," the hero's party encounters Agusid...

We parted ways.

-

"What would be the outcome of their campaign against Guval in a normal future?"

"In the future I see, there are 8,300 draws and 77 times when Guval is sealed away at the cost of near annihilation due to a moment of carelessness."

"And what about the failures?"

"Since Shurahart and I made our choice together, there has been no failure—"

The only thing that remains uncertain...

That leaves only the Demon King, who hasn't yet made his final decision.

In the study of the Dragon Castle—

Agusid's brief conversation with the Southern Hero ended with the sound of the door closing.

The most powerful demon, having obtained the answer he sought, peered out the window.

Looking into the distance, the "Land of Swords" is gradually fading into the distance.

He did not use magic to observe the hero's party at this moment.
I just quietly gazed into the distance.

Recalling the few who first boarded the Celestial Dragon above the Count of Granat...

Thinking back to that morning in Frilian's room when she first met Simmel, whom she longed to see...

The thunderbolt of destruction from the "equal contract"...

A white-haired sprite tumbling haphazardly in the library—

The wine-drinking monks in the Imperial Cathedral, nearly driven mad by the trials of the first "Holy Staff"...

On the western plains, a dwarf warrior, repeatedly defeated by the clones of Livale, never gave up.

Examining each moment of this most eventful period in a thousand years...

Unable to suppress the recollection of the most powerful demon who had once traveled to and from [Heaven], he remained silent.

He closed his eyes in silence.

The boundless sea of ​​clouds stretched endlessly, and the roar of the Heavenly Dragon was deep and steady.

Vlamé's soft laughter echoed in my ears, and a wisp of red hair appeared and disappeared.

Agushid finally got a good night's sleep, something he hadn't done in a long time.

He fell into a deep sleep in the chair in the study—

I don't know what I dreamt...

(End of this chapter)