Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 184 That Ordinary Afternoon (Part 2)
This week was the best week ever!

Even so, I feel a little guilty and apologetic towards my teacher, Celia.

But Vlamé simply couldn't force his thoughts to become distorted.

Expressions of love and affection from a thousand years in the future...

A mere few days of infatuation—

And most breathtaking of all is the duel between Agushid and the Demon King…

no doubt.

This period would become one of the most unforgettable memories of Vlamé's life and travels for the next few decades.

Thinking of this, she gently tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear.

Under the shade of green trees swaying gently in the breeze, Vladimir, sitting in a chair, stopped writing with his quill pen.

Then, she secretly glanced behind her in the direction of the most powerful demon, seemingly oblivious to everyone else.

Ok……

Unsurprisingly, it was discovered by Agushid, who was deep in thought but possessed the magic to multitask.

However, since it was only a brief glance, Agusid didn't say anything.

He simply remained in his position, pondering and refining the idea in his mind, while quietly watching Vlamé, whose head was already firmly turned away.

"Agusid..."

"Don't keep staring at me like that, it'll distract me and make it hard to concentrate."

Although Vlamé wanted to say it, she stopped herself when the words came to her lips for some reason.

In the flower field at her feet, where flowers were just beginning to bloom, a few buds swayed on Vulamei's legs.

Just like her complex thoughts, which were as complicated as those of Agushid.

"Even now, after witnessing this unprecedented battle between Agusid and the Demon King, I still find it hard to believe..."

"Everything that's happened these past few days feels like a dream—"

"No, this is no longer just a dream; no one would argue that it's just a figment of the imagination."

The quill pen tip gently touched the pages of the notebook, and Vlame murmured to himself in a voice only he could hear.

Undoubtedly, as mentioned above, Vlamé's experiences these past few days have been blissful.

But when I think about the other incidents and confirmed speculations that also occurred in the past few days...

Vlamé's mood plummeted once again.

The pen stopped again, and after stealing another glance at Agushid when no one was looking,

The confirmed speculations of these days have once again troubled Vlamé.

Because of himself, Agushid chose to pursue a power he had never desired before.

Because of himself, Agusid was forced to search for the magic of resurrection, which he didn't even know existed.

Because of himself, Agushid could only watch helplessly as the millennium war between humans and demons intensified, with tens of thousands of lives dying in places he knew nothing about.

It's still because of myself—

Even though Agusid had become the world's most powerful mage, he was unable to defeat the Demon King and end everything.

"Really..."

"Even now, you still refuse to acknowledge my influence, and you still won't admit that I'm a shackle binding your choices and future—"

"Agusid, even if I know you did this because you love me, I can't possibly accept it all as nothing happened..."

As the gentle breeze blew past his ears once more, on this uneventful afternoon, Vlamé let out his first soft sigh.

It was barely audible, or rather, the first great human mage never intended for Agushid to hear it from the beginning.

Nevertheless, Vlamé still made a subconscious movement without realizing it.

"Oops……"

Vlamé's sigh was a soliloquy.

"My excuse for writing notes under the big tree this afternoon was to relax, but what I did just now will surely make Agusid worry again."

As expected -

Or perhaps it should be said that the earliest human archmage's understanding of Argusid was never wrong. Almost the instant the sigh fell, Vlame heard the soft question from the most powerful demon.

"what happened?"

"Volamei, do you have any other worries?"

Agushid's voice didn't actually sound particularly special compared to usual.

Or rather, he is almost identical to him in everyday conversation, a thousand years from now and in this era.

Calm, serene, and gentle, yet it doesn't require you to listen to it a second time.

Is there anything I can do for you?

"Or are you asking me to help with trivial matters?"

Agushid's concern has always been consistent, without being particularly complex in tone or emotion.

Even in such a plain tone, Vlamé could immediately detect the gentleness in her words.

So her response was as calm and gentle as ever.

"Do not……"

"I just suddenly thought of some unpleasant things."

"Besides, Agusid, is it really okay for you to focus all your attention on me all the time?"

"I always feel like I've turned into some kind of rare, extinct monster."

Rare, extinct monsters...

The metaphors were terrible, and Vlamé's choice of words was as incomprehensible as ever.

Even the most intelligent disciples under the tutelage of the two masters could not understand why their teachers had such bizarre thought processes.

Celia, Agusid, Frilian...

The three of them were probably the only ones who could have daily conversations with Vlamena, given her unconventional thoughts and ideas.

"Do I look like someone who likes extinct rare monsters?"

“No… Also, Agushid, your next line will definitely be ‘Volame, I only love you’—so since I’ve already guessed it, let’s not repeat it.”

The most powerful demons and the first great human mage knew each other inside and out.

Anyone with extensive dating experience knows this:

When you and your partner can instantly guess each other's next words, then the outcome of your conversations will most likely be fruitless.

Even in such a mundane situation, you won't feel any awkwardness or need to force conversation.

That's how Agushid and Vlamed were.

So even if this topic, like it came suddenly, abruptly ended without a trace—

However, neither Agushid nor Vlamed felt the slightest bit uncomfortable.

As if they were already used to it, they returned to their two completely different ways of thinking.

The Fol Basin is unusually quiet today, and even its arrival and departure are somewhat unpredictable.

Only when the shade of the trees overhead rustled softly once more did the two, lost in thought, realize—

Oh... so it's just the wind...

Agushid's thoughts were unusually caught up in the scene before him.

But looking at his wife, quietly contemplating under the gently swaying shade of a tree in the bright sunlight…

He paused his thoughts for a moment, gazing at Vlame's beautiful figure, and spoke softly.

"Volame."

"Ok?"

"I love you..."

"……Um……"

This was Vlamé's response, after a brief glance back, he immediately turned his head away.

(End of this chapter)