Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Interlude 48: The Former Residence

Fifty-nine years before the end of the Xin Dynasty, the first year of the adventurers' journey—

High in the sky, a hundred kilometers away from the 'Fol Basin';
A massive shadow moved slowly through the vast clouds.

Wings as massive as mountains spread out—

That was a nearly adult Celestial Dragon adjusting its flight angle under someone's instructions.

boom--

The wing membrane bulged, stirring up layers of cloud waves.

The land below gradually transitions from undulating hills to a flat basin.

From this vantage point, the 'Fre Basin' is almost within reach.

Whoosh——

A gentle breeze rustled across the back of the Celestial Dragon...

It brings the fresh scent of the distant forest to the castle that stands in the center.

Another peaceful day flowed slowly through this castle floating in the clouds.

And the owner here—

Agushid was strolling in the courtyard that Vlamé had personally built in front of the castle.

He walked step by step through the cobblestone path that Frilline had laid out as a prank, bathed in the morning light.

My mood... I can't say it's good or bad.

After taking off my glasses, I gently wiped away the morning dew.

Agushid put the old object that had been with him for a thousand years back on and looked into the distance.

"Hmm... we're not far from the 'Fol Basin'."

Recalling his dream from the previous night, Agushid wore a faint smile.

"Let's take a detour and go see that little house, since it's been so long."

As Agushid thought this, he gently stroked the silver ring on his ring finger.

For a moment, he felt as if the sky had become much clearer.

Until that annoying voice came from behind—

"Hey, where are you going?"

The ignorant demon behind him questioned him in this way.

Click——

Aura was met with a sudden, unexpected slash.

An invisible slash grazed the neck of Aura on the guillotine of the Seven Sages.

A few strands of hair, accompanied by bloodstains, drifted down slowly, shimmering with tiny lights in the morning light.

"I told you, you're under house arrest."

"Also, do not appear in front of me on the Heavenly Vein Dragon."

Agushid's emotionless voice echoed in Aura's ears.

She stretched out her slender fingers and stroked the side of her neck, feeling the lingering sting of the magic on her skin.

A barely perceptible fear flashed in her emerald eyes, but it was quickly replaced by stubbornness.

Aura gritted her teeth and took a step forward, her skirt brushing against the cobblestone path with a soft rustling sound.

"But the fact that I'm here means you never took those words seriously, right?"

She suppressed her fear and pretended to raise her chin.

"After all, you are now my master—"

"My life and my death are determined by your every word and deed, aren't they?"

Agushid slowly turned around, the cold reflection on his glasses obscuring his eyes.

This made Aura even more perplexed by this fellow tribesman he had never heard of before.

"You think you're smart?"

Agushid scoffed, his voice carrying the weariness and contempt accumulated over a thousand years.

"Those words didn't make the magic work simply because I don't care about you at all."

Aura felt a sharp pain.

not give a damn about--

For a demon race that takes pleasure in dominating others, this is more damaging than any direct humiliation.

She gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, her knuckles turning white.

"Since you don't care..."

Aura suppressed the tremor in his voice and continued to ask.

"Then why won't you release me, as my own kin—"

Before he finished speaking, a vast and boundless magical power suddenly erupted from Agushid's body.

The force pressed down like a landslide and a tsunami, and Aura's knees buckled, causing him to kneel heavily on the cobblestone road.

Several sharp pebbles pierced her delicate skin.

Blood seeped out little by little, staining the black hem of her skirt red. "Let you go?"

Throughout, Agushid looked down at her from a superior position.

"That's really not a funny joke."

He approached slowly, each step feeling like he was stepping on Awula's heart.

When he stopped in front of the kneeling [Seven-Beng Xian], the shadow completely enveloped her petite body.

"How dare you speak so presumptuously before me, claiming to desecrate the body of my deceased wife—"

Agushid gripped Aura's chin tightly, his voice suddenly becoming dangerous and low.

“If it weren’t for Shurahart pleading with me.”

"He said you'd still be useful to him in the future, and asked me not to kill you for now. Do you think you'll survive?"

Recalling everything that happened half a month ago, Aula felt dizzy.

But if she were given another chance—

She would never seek out the grave of that human archmage in order to conquer the Count of Granat.

Damn it... the information was clearly provided by Todd and Guval.

Why did they never tell me about this great demon race that has lived for over a thousand years?
"Don't go too far,"

Aura forced himself to lift his head, his voice trembling slightly with fear.

"As a fellow member of the Great Demon Clan, I—"

Do you think I went too far?

After directly interrupting Aura's defiant stance, Agushid glanced at her.

That icy gaze made Aura's blood almost freeze.

"In that case, commit suicide, Awu—"

"I was wrong!"

Aura suddenly screamed.

He collapsed to the ground before Agushid could finish giving that fatal order.

Her forehead slammed heavily against the stone.

Fresh blood flowed down her smooth forehead, mixing with the bloodstains on her knees.

"Please forgive my rudeness, sir!"

Endless humiliation gnawed at her proud heart like a venomous snake.

As one of the Seven Sages of Collapse personally appointed by His Majesty the Demon King, when has Aura ever needed to be so obsequious to others?

Even when facing the Demon King, she didn't need to make such a humiliating move—

But at this moment, the instinct for survival overwhelmed all pride.

"Ah--"

Agushid sneered and quietly looked at Awula, who was prostrate on the ground.

Over the course of a thousand years, he had witnessed far too many of his kinsmen display this ugly side when faced with the threat of death.

"Go back to your cell."

Agushid finally said this, then turned and continued to look at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

Aura felt as if he had been granted a pardon and trembled as he got up.

She didn't even dare use any magic to heal her wounds, simply letting the blood drip onto the cobblestone path.

With a wave of her hand, she used the magic of cleaning stains to remove the bloodstains.

Agushid took a few more steps forward, then turned his head and smiled to himself.

"Isn't the weather lovely today?"

He spoke softly to the air beside him, as if he were talking to someone he couldn't see.

"Let's go see that little hut we built in our spare time; it should still be the same as it was."

No one answered him.

Of course, Agushid knew this as well.

So he was just talking to himself, talking to himself.

The castle slowly turned in the clouds.

The Celestial Dragon is flying towards the ancient forest on the edge of the 'Fol Basin'.

That place is one of the few beautiful dreams buried deep in Agushid's memory.

That's where he and Vlamé met.

Of course, that is also true.

His original home with his deceased wife...

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(End of this chapter)