Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 44 The Potion That Only Dissolves Clothes (Part 1)
The sixth year of married life —

On a sunny morning, in the study of the Dragon's Back Castle.

Agusid routinely deciphers the "Sage Evish's Grimoire".

My fingertips gently traced the faded runes on the parchment.

He unconsciously frowned, puzzled by the meaning of some of the runes—

“Evisch…why would a sage from the mythological era use such wording in a magic book?”

Or is there a mistake in my translation?

Because it is believed that the interpretation of some of the sentences may be incorrect—

Agushid would occasionally make marks next to it with a quill pen.

Sunlight streamed through the window and across Agushid's desk.

It gently landed on Frillie, who was half-lying on the other side of the chair catching up on sleep.

She used the oversized mage's robe that Vlamé had ordered for her to cover herself.

Her long, silvery-white hair was casually draped over the armrests, and she was curled up in the large armchair.

"Snort, snore, snore..."

Soft snores escaped from the corners of her slightly parted mouth, rising and falling gently with her even breathing.

Although the sound wasn't loud, it was particularly disturbing to the quiet study.

wow-

With the new chapter deciphered, I gently turned the page of the magic book in my hand.

Agushid paid no attention to his disciple's disturbance and disgraceful behavior.

He didn't even have the thought of waking Frillie up.

His years of working with his mentor had made him accustomed to these sounds.

From initial anger to current acceptance—

It's easy to imagine how much concession he made for this foolish disciple.

Ignoring the annoying background music, Agushid continued to focus on the grimoire in front of him.

Apart from occasionally shaking his head slightly because of a symbol that is difficult to understand, he made no other unnecessary movements.

But the rustling sound of the quill pen moving across the parchment made the drowsy Frillie's eyelids flutter a few times—

She opened her eyes with obvious reluctance.

Frillie turned her head to look at the source of the sound—

Then, with a heavy sleepiness and resentment, he said:

"Agushid, your writing noise is disturbing my sleep..."

—The rustling sound stopped.

The quill in Agushid's hand stopped on some ancient divine script.

"Frilian...this is my study, not a place to sleep."

This disciple has absolutely no idea what it means to be shameless.

His fingers continued moving across the pages, and without looking up, he emphasized:

"I'm already being very merciful by not throwing you out of here, as you're interfering with my work."

Hearing her master's irrefutable words, Frillie could only rub her eyes and mutter under her breath:
"But I had no choice..."

Magic Little Deng yawned, stretched, and continued:

"If I don't sleep now, I won't have the energy to teach in the afternoon."

Upon hearing this, Agushid finally raised his head.

Looking at his perpetually sleep-deprived, foolish disciple, a hint of helplessness flickered in his calm eyes.

He put down his quill and sighed.

"Frilian, if you're really that sleepy—"

Why not go upstairs and get a good night's sleep instead of dozing off in the study?

"Because this is the most comfortable place to sleep in the entire castle..."

Touching the base of the chair, which was made of scales from a red mirror dragon.

Frillie muttered under her breath, and then shrank further into the chair.

Agusid shook his head, picked up his quill again, and said to Frilian with an unquestionable tone:
"Go upstairs to sleep."

"The sheets in Vlame's room were recently changed, so be careful not to make a mess."

Sensing the seriousness in Agusi's tone, Frillie pouted.

Then she slowly climbed up from the chair. She stretched lazily, her silver hair shimmering in the sunlight.

"Really..."

"Can't you be a little more accommodating to your beloved disciple, just like you were to Vlame?"

As she spoke, she dragged her feet toward the study door.

"Even when Vlamé was sleeping on your lap in the study—"

"You will then consciously put down the work you are doing."

"If you say another word, I'll hang you on the horn of the Heavenly Vein Dragon."

Agusid gave a brief reply, his gaze already returning to the grimoire.

Frillie assumed he was joking.

She rubbed her eyes and walked up the spiral staircase in a daze.

Because Vlamé wasn't there at that time—

So the castle stairwell was very quiet, with only the "clack-clack" of Frillie's slippers echoing between the stone walls.

She pushed open the oak door at the end of the second-floor corridor—

This was the room in the castle that Vlame used to rest in when he and Agushid traveled together.

The curtains in the room were half-drawn, and the sunlight gently shone on the dark blue sheets.

Frillie practically collapsed onto the bed.

She buried her face in the pillow that smelled faintly of lavender.

After taking a long, deep breath of the lingering scent of her body on the sheets—

She sighed contentedly, preparing to drift off to sleep again.

Just as consciousness was about to drift away.

Frillie's blurry vision caught a glimpse of purple peeking through the gap in the wardrobe in front of her.

The color was very light, almost transparent, but it stood out strikingly against the dark wood of the wardrobe.

Frillie blinked, her curiosity instantly banishing any lingering sleepiness.

"what is that?"

She remembered that Vlamé didn't really like purple, let alone put purple clothes in such a conspicuous place.

The desire to explore was ignited—

Frillie propped herself up, her bare feet touching the soft carpet, and slowly walked toward the wardrobe.

"As Vlame's most beloved disciple... she shouldn't mind me taking a look, right..."

Frillie muttered to herself, having convinced herself of her own lies.

Suppressing her excitement, she gently opened the wardrobe door.

Then, behind a row of neatly hung robes—

I saw a bottle of some unknown medicine standing quietly in the corner, its glass interior filled with it.

The bottle is transparent, but the liquid inside has a dreamy pale purple color.

Frillie carefully took it out and placed it in the sunlight to observe it.

The bottle had no label, making it difficult to determine the potion's effects.

But the way the liquid flowed when she gently shook it reminded her of something.

"Um……"

Frillie frowned, pressing her index finger to her temple, trying to search her memory.

Suddenly, an image flashed into her mind—

That was a few years ago.

Vlamé held a similar bottle, a mischievous smile on his face.

"This is……"

Frillie gasped, nearly dropping the bottle.

She quickly cupped it in her hands, looking at the potion that seemed to possess some kind of magic, and her heart suddenly raced.

"A potion that only dissolves clothes?"

　Sorry, I stayed up too late yesterday and I'm not feeling well today. I'll make up for the missed chapter tomorrow at noon...

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